All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

STACY. “But wait—what’s the plan before we charge in there?” I ask, grabbing Jason’s arm to stop him. Jason turns his head slightly, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. “The plan?” he echoes, his voice low and calm despite the tension crackling around us. “The plan not to shift because this is a small space and they could take advantage of us if we shifted.” I blink at him, momentarily stunned by his sheer confidence and plan. Then, I nod, pushing out my claws from my fingers. “No pressure then.” Jason’s smirk deepens, his eyes flashing with something almost playful. “You’ve handled worse with me, haven’t you?” I let out a breath, as our last encounter with Victor flash before my eyes. “Guess this is a good time to find out if all that arena training paid off.” His gaze softens for the briefest moment, and he places a hand on my cheek. “It will. You’re stronger than you think, Stacy.” The weight of his familiar words settles over me, grounding me, and I square my shoulders.

STACY. I can’t stop smiling. Every breath Jason takes feels like a miracle, every groggy word he speaks is a gift I never thought I’d receive again. The doctors had been grim, their faces tight with concern every time they checked on him. 'The poison from the dagger was too strong,' they had said. 'We can’t promise anything.' But Jason has always been a fighter. And he fought his way back to me. Now, as I sit by his bedside, watching him sip water like it’s the most exhausting task, I feel nothing but gratitude. Gratitude for his strength, for the fact that I can hold his hand, hear his voice, and see his smirk again. Victor and his mother are gone, their reign of terror finally at an end. I used to think I’d never feel safe again, that their shadows would linger over us forever. But now, with Jason awake and their threat eliminated, I can finally breathe. “Help me get out of bed,” he says with his usual smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Of course,” I say, moving to

JASON. “Stacy, what are you doing here?” I shoot up from my office chair, my pulse pounding in my ears… No one was allowed to come up here until I was done with my special meeting. Damn it… Liam, blissfully oblivious to the tension in the room, beams and bounces toward me but Stacy stops him mid step. “Daddy! You forgot! We’re supposed to go shopping for Grandpa’s birthday present today!” My eyes dart to the man sitting across from me, his presence suddenly suffocating this whole situation. Alpha Velkan Hugo rises from his chair slowly, his dark eyes narrowing as he studies the scene before him. “Well, well… Shopping for birthday presents, Barron?” Velkan’s voice is low and dripping with mockery. “Since when did you have a son as old as he is… and get back with your sexy ex-wife?” he asks practically drooling over Stacy. My fists tighten at my sides, anger and jealousy burning through me like wildfire. “Velkan, stop it.” I warn him, my voice dropping, low and razor-sharp. But h

STACY. (Meanwhile at the border) ‘How could Jason have gotten involved with Alpha Velkan Hugo of all people in the world?’ The thought refuses to leave me, circling endlessly in my mind... I can’t believe what happened in Jason's office, let alone make sense of it when our relationship was just getting better. I wonder what business Jason is doing with Velkan? Suddenly, Greg pulls the car smoothly to a stop at the border's checkpoint, his hands steady on the wheel. I snap out of my thoughts and glance at him briefly, noting the way his eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, always vigilant. “ Ma'am, we’ve arrived,” he says, his tone formal but respectful. “Thanks, Greg,” I reply, opening the door. “Would you like me to wait here, or should I park nearby?” he asks. “Wait here. This shouldn’t take long,” I say, smoothing my dress as I step out. He nods, his expression carefully neutral. “Understood, ma’am.” I approach my company truck parked by the side of the road an

JASON.The sound of Stacy’s retreating footsteps echoes in my mind long after she’s left the kitchen. Her words linger too, sharp and heavy like daggers lodged in my chest.I know I deserve her anger. I deserve every ounce of it. But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.I glance at the food I just finished cooking—the rich aroma of the roasted chicken and vegetables doing little to soothe the ache in my chest. She didn’t even give me a chance to explain fully, but I can’t blame her. Not when I’ve failed her this many times.I'm back to square one…Grabbing a plate, I dish out the food, careful to arrange it the way I know she likes—nothing touching, the vegetables on one side and the meat perfectly sliced. It’s a ridiculous detail to focus on right now, but it’s the only way I know how to show her that I’m trying when it feels like all hope is lost.I take the plate and head upstairs, pausing outside her door. My wolf is restless, pacing inside me, urging me to fix this immediately.