All Chapters of The Alpha's Omega Mistress: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KiraMy ear throbbed in pain as I lay on the hospital bed. Luckily for me, the poison-tipped weapon only brushed the outer part of my ear, and the doctors had successfully removed the poison and applied a topical antiseptic. They covered my ear with a bandage to stop the bleeding.I lay there, and my mind raced with worries about D'Angelo's whereabouts and, more importantly, whether Alexis was alive. I owed her no love or obligation, but I didn't hate her, and the thought of her friends turning against her was pitiful. Also, she was pregnant and didn't deserve to endure such stress.Tired of laying in bed and feeling helpless, I peeped into the hallway to check if any nurse or doctor was nearby. Finding the coast clear, I seized the opportunity and made my way out into the hallway. I didn't need to go far before spotting Caleb and his twin engaged in a hushed conversation at the far end."Caleb," I called out, and he turned around swiftly. His eyes doubled in size with relief written

 Anthony There were no words to describe the shock that passed through my veins when I realized my mate was no other than my brother's widow. What kind of twisted sorcery was this? The second our eyes met, I knew she was the one. She looked uncomfortable, and a flush of pink stained her cheeks. She wore a black veil that obscured her hair, but beneath the veil, she was drop-dead gorgeous. My brain turned to mush. I was rooted to the spot, unable to think or move. This was, by far, the craziest experience of my life. “I told you, she’s a bloody witch,” my mom whispered harshly to Aunt Olga. “Look how she took off. Who leaves in the middle of their husband's funeral?” “What did you say to Zina?” D’Angelo, the pack alpha and my late brother's best friend, asked, walking towards us

Zina"I don’t need babysitting," I said flatly to Anthony when he opened the front door. I was annoyed with myself for entertaining stupid thoughts about him.Unfazed, he responded with a lazy smirk. I was 5'7" and not exactly short, but he was several inches taller, so much so that I felt like a dwarf next to him and was forced to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.Grey was tall, but I never felt small or insignificant in his presence. Anthony made me feel like a child. "You need to tone it down. I didn't kill your husband. You’ve been condescending with your words and actions ever since we met."I silently pleaded with myself to get a grip on my emotions. Grey and his brother might have shared similar striking features, but their personalities were opposites. Grey was sweet and gentle, unlike this one."Please excuse me.”His hand remained on the door. "Don't you think hugging the Alpha like that is very unbecoming of a grieving widow?”"What’s that supposed to mean?" I bristled.

Anthony's POVI felt a violent and uncontrolled anger and let out a guttural roar. The audacity of this bitch to show up here and introduce herself as my wife was beyond anything I could have imagined.Zina bolted from the dining room and headed to the bathroom. The shock of meeting Vivian must have hit her hard. The betrayed look in her gaze stung me. She had no reason to believe me, and I didn’t blame her. No one would believe me, especially not my mother, who was eating up Vivian’s lies without hesitation.“Why the hell did you get married without telling me anything, you reckless child?!”Her eyes were wild with anger, and before I could even attempt to explain, Vivian interrupted her. "We even have a three-year-old daughter," she said with a feigned sweetness that made my blood boil.My mother’s face crumpled as she began to cry. “Oh, Anthony, you're so mean. Why hide your wife and daughter from your family?”I glared at Vivian, but she shot me a triumphant smirk when my mother

ZinaBurning with embarrassment, I rushed back to my room. How could I have been so stupid? I should have turned and left the second I saw him step out of the bathroom.But no, I had stood there like a sex-starved fool, stared at my naked mate, and then ran away like a chicken. He was going to misunderstand things. I didn't leave my room, but I didn't want to sleep in this room, not after last night’s restless hours. To distract myself, I picked up a book from the nightstand—a fantasy novel about dragons. I immersed myself in the story for about two hours, letting the world of fire-breathing creatures and epic battles take me far away from my troubles. Ignoring the hunger pangs in my stomach, I didn’t think about dinner or taking my medication. I knew I was neglecting the baby’s needs, but the last thing I wanted was to bump into Anthony again.Eventually, I put the book down, slid it into the nightstand, and then turned off the lights. “This is your husband's room,” I said, tryin