Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Fatal Mistake : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Kael dragged her through the castle like he wanted the entire pack to watch her break.The silver chains around Lyra’s wrists bit into her skin with every stumbling step. Each link was ice against her flesh, each pull a reminder that she was no longer pack, no longer protected. The broken mate bond still tore through her chest in jagged waves, a poison that made her lungs feel too small and her heart feel like it was being shredded twice over. Every step felt unbearable. But Kael never loosened his grip. Not once. His fingers were locked around her upper arm like a vise, unyielding and furious. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t need to. His rage was a living thing, rolling off him in suffocating waves that made weaker wolves drop to their knees as he passed. Pack members scattered, pressing themselves against cold stone walls to get out of his path. Eyes followed them everywhere, wide with shock and something worse—satisfaction. “She betrayed him…” “She killed the Beta heir…”

Blood poured from Kael’s chest. Hot. Endless. It ran down his torso in thick, dark rivers, soaking the front of his shirt and dripping onto the stone floor with a wet, steady rhythm. Lyra stared in horror as the Alpha slowly dropped to one knee, his breathing turning rough and uneven. Each inhale sounded like it tore through him. The sword buried through his body gleamed under the moonlight, the metal slick with crimson. Behind him, Beta Damon stood frozen. His hand still gripped the weapon, knuckles white with shock and disbelief at what he’d done. Shock filled the room. Even the masked stranger looked amused, tilting his head like he was watching a play reach its climax. Lyra’s voice cracked violently. “Kael!” She rushed toward him instinctively, every thought of self-preservation gone. But Kael’s hand shot out faster than it should have been possible. His fingers closed around her wrist before she could touch the blade. His grip was weak. But possessive. “

Snow fell like ash over the courtyard, each flake hissing out against the blood still warm on the stone. “You were the last person seen with my brother alive.”Kael’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. Cold. Final. A death sentence with no appeal.Lyra couldn’t breathe. Around her, the pack warriors stood frozen, spears half-raised, eyes darting between her and their Alpha. The air reeked of iron and winter. The silver-haired stranger stood apart from it all, arms crossed, watching with the calm amusement of a man who’d lit the fuse and was waiting for the blast.Kael turned to her slowly. Every step measured. Waiting. Demanding. Hurting.“Answer me,” he growled, low enough that only she could hear the fracture beneath it.Lyra’s chest tightened until it ached. She remembered that night—the way his brother’s hand had gripped hers, the fear in his eyes, the words he’d begged her to swallow. “I didn’t kill him,” she whispered. The truth tasted like glass.“That wasn’

“Mother…?”The word slipped out of Lyra like a broken prayer she’d buried ten years ago.The woman at the end of the corridor looked exactly like her memory. Same silver eyes. Same dark hair. Same terrifying calm that could cut glass. Impossible. Lyra stared, her breath coming short and uneven while the world tilted off its axis. No. Her mother died ten years ago. Lyra had seen the blood. She’d knelt in it. She remembered the body, cold and wrong. Hadn’t she?The woman’s gaze softened when it landed on her. “You’ve grown beautiful.”Kael moved instantly, stepping in front of Lyra, a wall of heat and rage. Every warrior in the corridor went rigid. Hands drifted to weapons. “Who are you?” Kael demanded.The woman looked at him without a flicker of fear. Interesting. Nobody looked at Alpha Kael Ravencrest without fear. Not when his killing aura turned the air heavy and metallic. “You already know who I am,” she said, voice even and calm.Lyra’s chest tightened until