Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

HANNAH. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as I carefully stitch a patient's stubborn, unhealing wound. My hands move with practised precision, but my mind is far from here. No matter how much I try to focus, my thoughts keep circling back to last night—with Daniel. I can still feel the ghost of his lips on mine, the warmth of his arms wrapped around me as if I were the most treasured thing in his world. His whispered words replay in my mind like a forbidden melody: ‘She’ll never know, Hannah. And this wasn’t a mistake. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this moment? You and me?’ A soft smile tugs at my lips before I even realize it. How could it not? The truth is, I’ve felt the same way since the first time I saw him. We might not be fated mates, but the pull I feel toward him is undeniable, unlike anything I’ve ever known.... My past love life was a complete disaster. But reality crashes down around me, heavier with every passing second. I can’t do

STACY I stare at the documents Jason just handed me, my heart racing. The words 'Property Deed' and the official pack seal glare back at me like an accusation. This building—this multibillion-dollar marvel—is his way of apologizing? My fingers tremble as I lift my gaze to meet his. This was definitely not the surprise I was expecting from him... “Jason...” I manage, my voice wavering. “This is too much. I can’t—” “It’s not too much,” he cuts in, stepping closer, his eyes soft but intense. “It’s the least I can do after everything I’ve put you through. Please accept it.” I shake my head and push the papers back into his hands, the weight of the gesture too heavy to bear. “I can’t accept this. I don’t need an apology gift. Especially one that probably costs more than the entire pack combined somewhere out there.” Jason exhales sharply, his brows drawing together in frustration. “It’s not about the cost, Stacy. It’s about making things right.” “But you’ve already apologi

STACY. “Mommy, are you okay?” Liam's voice breaks through my fog, pulling me back to the present. I force a smile, but it feels heavy on my lips. “Of course, sweetheart, I’m okay. just a little tired that all.” His small brow furrows with concern. “Then why aren’t you telling me what time Daddy will come home?” My heart shatters all over again. I kneel to hug him tightly, his little arms wrapping around my neck. “Why aren’t you in bed? It’s way past your bedtime mister.” I try to steer the conversation else where. “I know, Mommy,” he says, his voice soft and earnest. “But I wanted to tell Daddy what we should get for Grandpa’s birthday.” The lump in my throat swells, and my heart clenches painfully. I stroke his hair, searching for the right words. “Daddy won’t be coming home tonight, sweetheart. He’s busy with a lot of work at the office.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue. Liam’s shoulders droop, his disappointment evident. “Okay… but tomorrow, will he still drop me

STACY. Half an hour later, Greg, Liam, and I are heading toward Jason’s office. The weight of my new role as interim Alpha feels heavier with each step, but I keep my head high for Liam’s sake. He skips innocently a little ahead, clutching Greg’s hand, his energy a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. I know I’ll have to face a thousand questions and decisions once we get to the office. As we walk, my phone buzzes in my bag. I quickly pull it out and see Lizzy’s name on the screen. My heart sinks; I was almost forgetting about the birthday party planning amidst all the chaos. “Hello?” I answer, trying to sound composed. “Hey, Stacy!” Lizzy’s cheerful voice comes through the line. “I just wanted to check if I should go ahead and start off with the truck to bring the decorations for Alpha John’s party.” I stop in my tracks, momentarily stunned. Of course, Lizzy wouldn’t know about the party being postponed. I take a deep breath and glance at Greg, who raises an eyebrow but say

STACY. Jason’s eyes flutter open, his brow furrowing as he stares at me. “Who are you?” He asks, his voice is groggy, and confused. The words hit me harder than they should, like a punch straight to my gut. I blink, frozen, trying to process what he just said. Who am I? Is Jason serious right now?! My mouth opens, but no words come out... The way he looks at me—like I’m a stranger—makes my stomach churn. I stumble back, my legs unsteady, and grab the doctor by the arm as I pull him into the hallway. “Doctor… what have you done to him?” My voice is shaky, barely holding it together. The doctor frowns, adjusting his glasses. “What do you mean, Ms. White?” I point back toward the room, my hands trembling. “He doesn’t remember me. He asked who I am. Why doesn’t he know who I am?” The doctor’s face tightens, and for the first time, I see a crack in his calm demeanor. “Let me examine him,” he says, already heading toward the door. “Please, wait here. I won't be long.” I nod