All Chapters of Alphas’ Little Brat: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Julian’s POV “Jules..” Karyna’s voice reached my ears, and my heart instantly clenched at the raw pain in her tone. It hadn't been a fortnight since I left, and my brother already allowed the Pack members to bully her. I inhaled deeply, clenching the iPhone hard to suppress my raging anger. “My love,” I spoke into the phone with passion, from the bottom of my heart “I miss you..” was the only word she breathed before bursting into tears. I didn't make an effort to stop her from letting out her frustration. I couldn't fathom the pain she must have gone through in these past few days to make her wail this much. “I’m sorry, baby,” I spoke again when her sobs reduced. I cursed at myself and my brother as she resumed her cries again. “I will bully them back for you.” I tried to assure her but she suddenly exclaimed. “Julian, you don’t understand. She has a tape! I don't know how I would be able to go back to school if she released that video on the internet.” “She won’t rele

Henri’s POV My heart filled up with remorse when Karyna asked, “Can you take me to Adrian’s grave?” Her request pricked my eyes, but I refused to cry again. As a man and Alpha, shedding tears would make others believe I was weak and vulnerable. “We don't have to go, I just—” The sounds of light footsteps interrupted Karyna's words, and moments later, Evi entered the living room again. She had a nervous smile on her face as she darted between us. “Alpha, Elder Alexander is requesting an audience.” A frown overtook my expression. “Let him know that I’m occupied,” “I told him that already. But he didn't leave. He insisted that he wouldn't take all your day.” She reported. I could feel Karyna’s gaze on me as I weighed my options. It was a convenient excuse to avoid visiting Adrian’s grave. But, Alexander was the last person I wanted to see at that moment. I was still very angry at him and his granddaughter. Without hesitation, I turned to Karyna and grabbed her hand. “Come on,

Julian’s POV I sat across Leah and Thomas Vegas in the hotel restaurant, our table filled with two bottles of wine and lots of desserts. Leah was busy eating the apple pie in front of her, pretending that the food she was eating was more important than their reason for visiting, and Mr. Vegas didn't dare speak. Judging from their interaction, I could tell that Karyna’s father at least knew who she was. The question was now, what ties them together? And why did she bring him to me? Leah’s scent carried the unmistakable, stinky taint of a rogue. She looked good and might smell nice to humans, but to me, she was a filthy pig. Thomas Vegas’s scent was untainted to my surprise. But I could tell he already knew about the supernatural world because he seemed a little bit terrified of Leah. I spared him a glance and I watched him shiver visible as our eyes met. Damn. I feel furious just looking at his face. I could notice the tiny resemblance between him and Karyna, and that

Henri’s POV As I woke up abruptly from sleep, my first thought was to reach out to Karyna. My heart raced until I was sure she was sleeping, and not dead. I was drenched in sweat despite the chilly weather. I clung to her bare body, visibly trembling from the horrifying nightmare that had just gripped me. In the dream, Sara choked Karyna to death. Her hands were drenched with blood as she turned to look at me. “You don't deserve to live happily ever after causing Adrian’s death! You killed your own brother! You ruin our lives.” Her voice tormented me. It echoed loudly in my ears as grief spread across my soul like a dark storm cloud. The weight of guilt and sorrow pressed heavily on my chest, suffocating me. It had a relentless grip on my heart, much like it always did whenever I woke up to a nightmare about Adrian and Sara. This intense pain was all too familiar to me. I'd carried it for the past fourteen years. “It was my fault. It was all my fault,” I muttered quietly

Julian’s POV It’s been over 48 hours that I have been torturing Thomas Vegas. It wasn't that serious. I just dipped his head inside the gallon of water, watched his desperate struggle to breathe underwater, and pulled him up when he was about to drown. We played this game 10 times daily as I promised to him the day I kidnapped him. Whenever I recalled how he had called my Karyna a bitch, and tried to marry her to a rogue, my subdued anger would return, and he would go another round of dunking. “Do you think Karyna will keep loving you after finding out you killed me? I am her father!” Thomas Vegas sneered, his blue eyes swollen from our “dunking” game. Those eyes no longer resembled Karyna's, which brought a wicked idea to my mind. Blinding him... Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier? “Don't fret, father-in-law, killing you isn't even on my radar,” I confessed with a patient grin. If offing him was my plan, he would've been a goner the day I discovered he had planned to force