All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

STACY. (Meanwhile at the new building) I stand in the middle of what will soon be my office, gesturing to the designer as I explain my vision. The space smells of fresh paint, and the hum of workers fills the air. There’s a sense of excitement bubbling inside me, knowing all known threats to Jason are done with. “Make sure the wall behind the desk has shelves integrated into it,” I say, pointing to the blueprint on the table. “I want it sleek but functional.” “Yes, Ms. White,” the designer nods, scribbling notes. Before I can continue, a voice calls out behind me, breaking my concentration. “Ms. White?” I turn to see Avery standing in the doorway, holding a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers and a small bag that unmistakably smells of food. “A special delivery for you,” she says, walking over with a knowing smile. I blink in surprise as she hands them to me. The flowers are stunning—roses, lilies, and a touch of greenery arranged elegantly. The card attached bea

STACY. The past few days have been surreal, almost like a dream. After the electrifying-filled incident in Jason’s office, something shifted between us. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me, but the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world. He’s been attentive, sweet, and—dare I say it—completely devoted. Even the people around us have noticed. Every time I walk into a room, there are stolen glances and knowing smiles from those who work with us. Jason and I haven’t outright announced we’re dating, but it’s obvious. It’s in the way he brushes his hand against mine when no one’s looking, or how his eyes soften when they meet mine. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m happy. Truly happy. This morning, I woke up to a text from him that simply said, Good morning, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you later. It’s such a small thing, but it stayed with me all day, filling me with a warmth I haven’t felt in years. Now, as I finish arranging the last few pieces o

STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident smile lighting up his face. Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, letting him guide me up the gangway. My heels click against the polished wooden planks. "Thank you, Captain Jeff," Jason says, his voice tinged with excitement. "But I’ll take it from here. I want to give my woman the grand tour of her yacht myself." Captain Jeff nods, stepping aside with a professional smile as Jason leads me onto the main deck, his grip on my hand steady and reassuring. We step into the open lounge area, and I gasp. The space is luxurious yet cozy, with plush white couches, dark oak floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the sea. A sleek marble bar stands to one side, stocke

STACY. Next morning, the first thing I notice is the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I let out a soft, contented moan, my body stretching languidly against the soft sheets. “Jay, whatever is cooking smells heavenly.” With a lazy smile, I reach out to the other side of the bed, my hand searching for Jason. But my fingers meet only cool, empty sheets, and my eyes flutter open. Confusion and a flicker of panic seize me as I sit upright. Jason isn't besides me. Where is he? The question gnaws at my mind, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, a terrible thought flashes through me. Did he leave after making love to me? I scan the room, my eyes stopping on the side table. There’s a single red rose resting on a folded note. My fingers tremble as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The bold handwriting is instantly recognizable, and I can’t help but smile. [Good morning, cupcake. I didn’t have the heart to wake yo

JASON. The stack of paperwork on my desk seems to grow by the minute, but I can’t focus on any of it. My mind keeps wandering back to Stacy. It’s been a week since we officially got back together, and I swear, every second apart feels like torture. The way she laughs, the way her eyes light up when she’s happy—it’s all I think about. I lean back in my chair, the pen in my hand forgotten, and pull out my phone for what must be the tenth time today. I type out a message, unable to help myself. Me: [When are you going to let me mark you again?] The moment I hit send, I smirk to myself, imagining the blush that always creeps up her cheeks when I tease her like this. A minute passes, then two. My phone buzzes, and I snatch it up eagerly. Stacy: [Hmm, I’m still thinking about it. Why? Do you miss being connected to me that much?] I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. She always knows how to keep me on my toes. Me: [You have no idea how much I miss you. I can’t stop thinking a