All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JASON. A day later, I’m pacing the grand hall of what I thought was my parent's mansion, my footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors. The place feels suffocatingly unfamiliar, despite everyone here acting like they know me. Warriors and servants nod their heads respectfully as I pass, their gazes reverent. It grates on my nerves. “Why do they keep calling me Alpha?” I mutter under my breath, clenching my fists. I’m not Alpha yet. My father is. Isn’t he? The events of the past day swirl in my head like a storm I can’t escape. The hospital. My parents telling me about Nicole. That woman—Stacy. The one they claim is my mate. And the kid. My son. No. It’s impossible… “Jason, you need to calm down,” my father’s voice booms from behind me. I whirl around to face him. “Calm down?” I snap. “You’re all feeding me this insane story, and I’m supposed to just accept it? A mate? A son? None of this makes sense!” My father, always the stoic Alpha, crosses his arms and gives me that unre

STACY. Later That Evening… The faint sound of splashing water echoes through the bathroom as I kneel by the tub, running a washcloth over Liam’s arms. His cheeks are flushed from the warmth, as his little hands are busy creating waves in the soapy water. “Mommy,” Liam says, his voice bright, “Daddy showed me how to catch a football today. He said my grip is almost perfect!” A pang of bittersweet emotion settles in my chest, but I manage a smile. “That’s great, sweetheart. Did you practice throwing it?” “Uh-huh!” Liam nods enthusiastically, sending water sloshing over the rim of the tub. “Grandpa said I’m going to be even better than Daddy someday. Daddy said maybe he’ll coach me when I join the junior pack team.” My breath catches slightly at his words, but I quickly shake it off, focusing on rinsing soap from his hair. “Sounds like you had a busy day. What else did you do?” Liam leans back, his face lighting up with excitement. “Grandma made cookies for everyone after lunch! D

STACY. (Meanwhile at the mansion…) The zipper of Liam's backpack scrapes faintly as I pull it closed, the sound cutting through the quiet frustration building inside me. I glance over at him, perched on the edge of his chair, happily munching away at his breakfast, completely unaware of the turmoil raging inside me. Why did I ask Jason to train with me? What was I even thinking? He doesn’t care, doesn’t see me, doesn’t even remember who I am. And every interaction is a cruel reminder that I’m nothing to him but a ghost of someone he used to know. “Mommy?” Liam’s small voice jolts me out of my thoughts. I look up, meeting his curious gaze. “Why do you look mad?” I force a tight smile, waving him off as I gather his lunchbox. “I’m not mad, sweetheart. Just finish your food, or you’ll be late for school.” He doesn’t buy it. He studies me for a moment longer, his fork paused mid-air, before shrugging and turning back to his pancakes. As he eats, my mind drifts again to the c

JASON. (Back at the mansion) “Who the fuck is Stacy going out on a date with?” Anger flares instantly, hot and sharp, making my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin, growling at the mere thought of her with another man within the pack. Jealousy claws at me, images of her laughing, smiling—touching—someone else flashing in my mind, fueling the fire. But beneath it all is confusion, a raw, unfamiliar ache. How could she choose anyone else when she’s supposed to be mine? Her rejection to my lunch date stings, more than I’d care to admit, but it only solidifies one thing—I won’t let this stand. She belongs with me, and I’ll make damn sure she remembers it even if I don't remember us... My mother, steps out of her car, looking as poised and regal as ever. She adjusts her coat, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto mine as she approaches. “Jason,” she says, her voice warm but probing. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I mutter, the words automatic and hollow. She stops

STACY. “Jason,” I call sharply, drawing his attention back to me. “Can we just… forget about whoever that is? Please?” The gentle rustle of leaves and the soft ripple of water do nothing to calm the storm inside me. I glance at Jason, who keeps glancing over his shoulder toward the figure that has left. His vigilance is both endearing and infuriating. Jason doesn’t realize how much this moment means to me—it has to be perfect. Only a true love’s kiss can break the curse Mistress Cruz placed on me... And my secret mission to bring us back to our normal lives is weighing on me, but I can’t let him know. If he finds out, he might think I’ve lost my mind and shut me out again even if he tells me he wants us to be together again. His brow furrows, his lips pressed into a tight line. “Stacy, you can’t expect me to ignore something that could be dangerous. What if—” “No.” My voice is firm, but not harsh. I step closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Just this once, let’s focus on us.