All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JASON. As I walk back into the dining room, jaw clenched, I find my parents still chatting away with Liam, acting as if they haven’t just shaken up Stacy’s entire morning. The air is thick with my frustration, and I clear my throat, drawing their attention. “Mom,” I say, keeping my voice low but with a hard edge. She looks up, surprised by the sternness in my tone. “Why would you ask Stacy about remarriage? You know I only just convinced her to consider coming back to the Midnight Pack. One step at a time, remember?” Mom’s brows raise, clearly taken aback by my irritation. “Jason, dear, I only mentioned it because we want Stacy back as our Luna,” she says, her tone softened with just a hint of exasperation, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. She glances at Liam, as if his presence here is enough justification for all of it. I grit my teeth, tempering my response. “That’s what I want too, Mom,” I reply, dragging a hand through my hair, a habit I’ve picked up trying

JASON. As soon as Stacy calls to apologize, I feel a weight lift. It’s the smallest thing, but it feels huge. This is progress—she actually called me first, willing to make things right. I don’t think I’ve been this hopeful in a long time… When we finally meet outside the pack mall, I catch the hint of a smile on her face. I know she has calmed down from earlier “Ready to go?” I ask. She nods, and we step inside, where every gaze in the place seems to land on us, a mix of curiosity, admiration—and envy, mostly from the she-wolves eyeing Stacy with barely hidden jealousy. She shifts a little closer to me, glancing around, her shoulders tense. “Dad…” Liam whispers, his fingers squeezing mine. “A lot of eople are staring. I don't like it.” I crouch down to his level, catching his uncertain expression. “You’re right, bud. Want me to carry you?” He looks at Stacy for a moment, then back at me, before reaching his arms up to me. “Yeah, Daddy.” “Or I can,” Stacy extends her arms, o

JASON. I watch Stacy from the doorway of my office as she stands on the balcony, her figure bathed in the fading glow of the midday sun. There’s something off about her posture—the way her shoulders slump ever so slightly, the way her hands grip the railing tighter than they need to. She hasn’t been herself since she came back from the mall, and came back from seeing Hannah... I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. A flicker of fear passes through me as the breeze picks up, ruffling her blonde hair. My chest tightens. What if she’s thinking about jumping again? “Stacy,” I call softly, stepping onto the balcony. She startles, as if pulled from a trance, and turns to face me. Her eyes dart away quickly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, Jason. You scared me.” “Sorry.” I approach cautiously, my gaze never leaving her beautiful face. “I just… you seemed deep in thought. Are you okay?” Her smile falters, and she waves a hand dismissively. “I’m fine. Just need

DANIEL. I'm going to make sure we're both more than satisfied. My hand roughly cups her breast over her shirt and she moans. "No, not here, it's too open and I don't want anyone seeing us," she gets into her car and I follow her immediately, jumping in the front seat with her. The windows are tinted so no one would be able to see us from the outside if they looked at the SUV. She starts to remove her jeans and I take this as a go head cue. I quickly remove my trousers while moving towards her seat. My own pants now around my ankles, I gently position myself on top of her in the driver side without care for anything else but our need for each other right now. I kiss her and our tongues slide together, swirling and twisting in a battle of sensuality dominance that pushes all rational thought out of our minds. My throbbing cock rubs against her lacey pant covering pussy as I move down to her neck biting lightly causing goosebumps to appear everywhere that flesh meets skin. "Fuck I'

STACY. (Next morning) The faint sound of my bedroom door creaking open pulls me from a hazy dream. I squint against the soft light spilling in from the hallway. Jason’s voice, low and gentle, breaks the silence. “wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” I groan and bury my face in the pillow. “Jason... It’s too early. Come back later.” But a warm hand brushes against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “No, training starts now. No excuses.” “Jason,” I whine, peeking at him through half-closed eyes hoping he will let me be. “I barely slept last night. Can’t we start after sunrise?” He chuckles, the sound soft but insistent. “If we wait until the sun comes up, we’ll miss the best part of the day. Come on, lazybones.” I sigh heavily, knowing he won’t relent. “Fine. But I’m blaming you if I pass out halfway.” He grins, clearly pleased with himself, and steps back to give me space to get up. I drag myself out of bed and kiss Liam softly on his forehead. He stirs but doesn