All Chapters of Once Betrayed Now Untouchable : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Karina's POV It hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't breathe for a second. As Alpha Adrian's words hung in the air, I forced out an awkward laugh and turned away, refusing to take the bait. Oh, now it all made sense. He was pissed about being set up with Miss Amelia, and I was his new favorite punching bag. His whole passive-aggressive act on the phone earlier suddenly clicked. With a quiet sigh, I noticed Miss Amelia and her friend watching me. With open curiosity, I managed to plaster on what had to be the vaguest smile. In history. Alpha Adrian didn't push it. When I turned my back on him, he did the same, facing forward in his booth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack and Beta Caleb suddenly inspecting the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing they'd ever seen. Real subtle, guys. Front doors swung open, and Camille finally walked in. She scanned the room until her eyes landed on our bizarre seating arrangement, and her face went completely blank. Her brow fur

Karina's POV. He laughed and my stomach twisted. He was the one temptation I knew I had to avoid. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. His gaze was too intense. Too raw, too tempting. I have things to do this afternoon, I said, staring at the floor. I should get some lunch this time. I didn't ask for permission. I just turned and walked out, feeling his eyes burning into my back with every step. He was incredible in every way a woman could want. I'd felt like I was drowning in his kiss. But of course, he could make any woman fall for him. That was Alpha Adrian Wolfe's specialty, wasn't it? When he wanted a woman, how could she possibly say no? For an Alpha with his status, he could take or leave anyone without a second thought. It was easy, but me, I didn't have it in me to fight the world for a man again, not after everything. Alpha Edward put me through. When I got back to the dining room, I made a beeline for a glass of water, desperate to wash away the heat his lips h

Third-person POV Behind the couch. Jack had already sent the recording of Natalie's confession to Alpha Adrian. While Karina and Camille were carefully piecing together Natalie's story, they had no idea that Alpha Adrian was already miles ahead of them. He sat in the shade of an old oak tree in what looked like an ordinary farmyard, listening to the audio file from Jack's on his phone. His face was a mask of concentration. His expression unreadable. The second the audio ended, his fingers flew across the screen. He sent a text that read, she's holding something back. Stay sharp. Jackson's reply was instant. Okay, still, he. Couldn't help but frown at his Alpha's read on the situation. From where Jack stood, Natalie's breakdown, the raw grief, the trauma, all of it felt gut-wrenchingly real. But Alpha Adrian always had an uncanny knack for seeing the lies everyone else missed. Karina's POV Back in the apartment, I gently steered the conversation onto a new path. Natalie, you

Karina's POV. Nope. No way. I couldn't let myself get sucked back in. Got to go see a Monday, I said, spinning away before his dangerous magnetic pull could trap me for good. It was peak season for the lovesick, and I had no intention of becoming another casualty. I rushed ahead a few steps, waving frantically for Camille and the others to catch up. We'd almost made it to the gate when Alpha Adrian's deep voice cut through the air behind us. Wait, everyone. Everyone froze. He approached with slow, deliberate steps. His dark eyes locked on me. Running into each other in a tiny village like this must be fate. And since I have nothing better to do, why don't I join you on your visit to your friend's house? I just stared at him. Him. My brain's short-circuiting. Camille and the others looked just as floored. You have got to be kidding me. Of all the times for him to be bored. I prayed he wouldn't come, but who was going to stop him? Even Jacks, who just squared up to a dog the s

Third-person POV. A slow smile stretched across Natalie's face. In the fading light, the expression only twisted her scars into something grotesque. She took a step closer to Lyla. You promised. You said you'd do anything. I asked if I brought them to you. Lyla flinched, her eyes filled with disgust as she took a step back. What do you want? Money? Natalie shook her head. I don't want money. I want you to give him back to me. What? Are you serious? Lyla reacted like she just heard the most ridiculous joke of her life. Her disgust warped into a sneer of contempt, mockery, and pity. He's just bones now, and it's all your fault. He's been lying in this cold pond for years. How nerve can you have asking for him? The color drained from Natalie's face. Her hand tightened around the knife hidden in her purse, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and grief. It wasn't me. It wasn't me. How was it not you? Did you forget? Need me to jog your memory? Lyla reached out, tracing one o