All Chapters of Once Betrayed Now Untouchable : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Karina's POV A dim red glow washed over the hallway as we moved deeper into Mrs. Amber's office suite. The lighting felt deliberate, just spooky enough to put you on edge, but not so dark you'd trip over your own feet. Alpha Adrian's voice. A low hiss sliced through the quiet. Keep it down, he ordered. His tone sharp enough to leave no room for argument. The corridor stretched on, lined with what looked like the entire inventory of a new age gift shop, crystals, hanging beads and abstract art. Shadows danced under the red light, but the whole setup felt staged, like a cheap haunted house. The air was thick with some kind of cloying incense. Probably sandalwood or patchouli. It didn't smell spiritual. It smelled like someone was trying way too hard to set a mood. One thing was for sure, whether Mrs. Amber had any real talent or not, she definitely knew how to sell an experience. We turned a corner at the end of the hall and came face to face with a set of massive double

Karina's POVI watched her eyes dart back and forth, practically seeing the gears turning as she calculated what to reveal and what to keep hidden.Finally, she stammered back. When my daughter was in high school, she had a close friend, and this girl.She had an accident and died. But it wasn't my daughter's fault. It really wasn't. It was just an accident.No, maybe the girl just misunderstood her. Yes, a misunderstanding. My daughter is a good girl. She always has been. She took a ragged breath.My daughter is getting married. She's going to have a child, but I can feel something is wrong with her emotionally.It has to be that girl. It just has to be.Her story was a mess, but I noticed how deliberately she danced around the important details, cunning and shameless.And just like that, I understood who she meant by that girl, the one who was already dead.It hit me then. Of course, they weren't worried about me signing that release form. What power did I have against the Shadow Pa

Karina's POV. You are no fun, Camille pouted, but her expression immediately brightened again. This, my friend, is the key to sending Lyla Foster to prison. She opened the app. I leaned in, studying it for a second, before a slow smile spread across my face. You bugged the necklace you sold? Mrs. Foster, how did you? Neil's eyes went wide before it clicked. You were watching from next door. I pressed my hands together in mock prayer. Camille, you are an absolute genius. I'm in awe. Camille laughed, reliving her own performance. That old she-wolf is too damn cunning. She was never going to confess out loud. So I installed a listening device in that ruby necklace, hoping she'd give it to Lyla to wear. There's no way they won't say something incriminating when they think they're alone. She added, her voice laced with determination. I gave her a thumbs up. But how did you even figure out Mrs. Foster's secret in the first place? After Lyla got away with it twice, I was taking it a

Karina's POV. She raised her hand to slap me, but Jacks caught her wrist mid-swing, yanking her back. Edward stepped between us, playing the hero. I backed away from him without a word. His fake concern made my stomach turn more than Lyla's psycho girlfriend act. What the hell were you thinking? Lyla! Edward roared, his eyes flashing with an anger that felt a little too performative. I told you not to touch her. I swore I'd kill you if you so much as laid a hand on her. What did you promise me? The look he gave her was ice cold, filled with disgust, and something darker, more complicated, something that made my skin crawl. Lyla's eyes welled up with tears. You are my mate. Why are you still seeing her? I won't allow it. She came here to drop the charges against you. She's already backing down. What more do you want from her? Edward snarled. I want you to never see her again. Lyla shrieked. Tears streaming down her face. You can only love me. You can only see me. Any other woman

Karina POV This is going to sting a little. I warned his unconscious form. I'll count to three. One. Two, three. The second I hit three, I jabbed the pin downward, but it meant nothing but air. The finger I'd been holding was suddenly gone before I could even process what happened. His hand shot out and grabbed mine. His fingers slid between mine, lacing them together in an iron grip. Shock jolted through me, and I tried to yank my hand back, but instead, he pulled me down hard. I was already leaning over, so the tug sent me stumbling right onto his chest. I could feel the solid warmth of his body through my clothes, his heart beating a strong, steady rhythm under my ear, my eyes. Flew wide with panic. I shoved against his chest with my free hand, trying to push myself up, but I'd completely forgotten about the pin. My frantic movement sent the sharp tip right into his chest. He hissed, his other hand clamping down on my wrist, trapping my weapon. I collapsed back against him.