All Chapters of The Alpha's Deceit: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VENITA:I found myself lying naked in Landon's basement. Chains bound my ankles and wrists, and my throat felt parched. The darkness made it challenging to see, and my body ached as I tried to adjust. "Help! Is anyone out there?" a hoarse cry escaped me, seeking any sign of life. Struggling against the restraints, my skin scraped against the unforgiving chains. Numbness spread, making it difficult to move. Swallowing felt like wrestling with lumps in my throat, a strange taste lingering in my mouth. With slow effort, I managed to sit up, my back meeting the cold wall. The basement had transformed. No weird weapons or wolf heads remained; it was now an empty space with chain loops on the walls. Exhaustion overwhelmed me the more I tried to stay awake.The more I sat silently, chained, the more memories flooded in like an ocean. Memories of me becoming a wolf, my daughter calling me a monster, Landon revealing his nature to me until I lost control killing...The steel door cracked open

LANDON:There was nothing more frustrating than fighting a ghost as an enemy or dealing with disobedience. Venita having access to my basement, despite all the warnings, was intolerable. Yet, at that moment, there was nothing I could do. My plate was full, and thoughts of punishing her for her disobedience weren't a priority.Dr. Grant checked her out with Cross guarding, cautious in case she retaliated. Even if she went feral, I didn't want to see her treated like a slave. I didn't realize Cross would go for that, even though she had a tendency to tear everyone who crossed her path into pieces. Her fierceness intensified with her wolf.Over the next few days, I went about my work as usual, even granting a couple of interviews. I was clear of the virus, and there were no recent deaths. Venita wasn't infected either, but she underwent training to master herself, overseen by Cross and Dr. Grant. Cross wasn't happy, but I didn't care. Dr. Grant was always excited to talk about each encou

VENITA:"He was present," Peter confirmed, injecting a hint of humor, "and trust him not to tolerate or promote an air of romance."I chuckled nervously. "Right. But Mr. Walsh's attitude isn't proper considering it's my workplace.""That's very true," Peter agreed, "but it's better to deal with him than constantly be close to Mr. Kurt's craziness."The journey back to the house was accompanied by the echoes of our conversation. As I approached the gates, memories of the recent encounter resurfaced. The transformation, the realization that they saw a wolf and not me momentarily distracted me from the panic that had grown. I should be fine.Pleasantries were exchanged at the gates and throughout my entrance into the house. I made my way to my room, the anticipation of what awaited me draining since it was unknown. The door creaked open, and I gasped at the sight before me.The room had undergone a profound transformation in my absence. It was as if someone had closed down a florist shop

LANDON:As the pack stood in respectful acknowledgment, I gestured towards the seat of honor—an unspoken invitation for Venita to take her rightful place beside me. She complied gracefully, and the curious eyes of the pack, filled with intrigue, fixated upon her. It was a surreal moment, one she hadn't anticipated when first stepping into the world of werewolves and packs. Everything was new to her, and bringing her into my world was not just a formality but essential for her to understand the important dynamics at play. Taking my seat beside hers, the rest of the pack followed suit, equally sitting as the atmosphere brimmed with anticipation. My gaze locked onto hers, offering a silent reassurance in those piercing eyes. The pack waited for my words, but I waited, savoring the presence of my beautiful mate. She embodied elegance, intelligence, and strength—the perfect fit for the life she was destined to lead. Her training with Cross had evidently paid off, visible in the well-define

VENITA:Landon cornered me against the piano. “What are you doing? This doesn't look like dancing." “I'm doing something I’ve wanted to do the whole night,” he said before he swooped in and pressed his lips to mine. "I've wanted to devour you the whole night," he confessed.I made a small sound of protest and pushed him back with unnatural strength. “I...We...” I stammered. Why was I freaking out now that it came to the moment of fulfilment? All night I have been practically undressing him with my eyes. Why was I backing out? Landon moved closer, his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the piano. He gently pushed me to sit on the edge of it. “I want you,” he pressed his lower body against me. “I’ve had a damn hard-on from the moment I saw you,” he ground his erection against me, making me gasp. I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me by slanting his lips against mine. He grabbed my waist and pressed our bodies together. “You can’t wear a dress like that and exp