All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

STACY. ‘How can you be so ignorant not to read the small print Stacy?’ My wolf scolds me via mind link non-stop. It's now giving me a headache while I drive home from Alpha Kingston's pack. I grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles are white from rage and anger... How did I not see this coming? Jason played me—again. The way he casually pulled out that contract with a smirk, knowing full well I hadn’t read the fine print, it all replays in my head. The smug look on his face when he told me I’d have to stay in Midnight Pack for the entire month of planning Alpha John's birthday… He knew what he was doing A bitter laugh escapes my lips. Jason has trapped me into returning to his territory where he can see me whenever he wants. But why? Why go to such lengths when he has Nicole and their pup waiting for him at home? None of this is making sense. By the time I pull into the driveway to my parent's house, I’ve run through every possible explanation a hundred times, and none o

JASON. Having Stacy back here, in the pack, feels surreal. I glance at her as we walk through the halls of the packhouse, her heels tapping softly on the polished floors. I finally have her where I can reach her again, no more avoiding me, no more hiding. I can win her back, piece by piece, and there’s nothing in my way this time. “This is your place,” I say, stopping at the top floor, turning the key to her new apartment. The door swings open, revealing a spacious, freshly renovated suite. I step aside, letting her enter first. She walks in, her eyes scanning the apartment with cool detachment. I watch her closely, waiting for a reaction, any sign that she feels something. “It’s a two-bedroom in case you get a special visitor who wants to spend the night,” I say hoping that special visitor will be our son. I continue, gesturing toward the kitchen. “New appliances, granite countertops. Fully stocked. You can cook, or I can have someone bring your meals everyday.” Her eyes flick

STACY After I kicked Jason out of my apartment, I couldn’t shake the thought of him grabbing my phone and talking to my son wasn't done on purpose. Was this part of some twisted plan to worm his way back into my life? What lie can I now tell Liam to hide the truth from him after that stunt? I couldn't let him grow up confused, caught between his father’s lies and my attempt to shield him from the truth. I sigh, towel drying my hair after a long, hot shower, trying to scrub away the frustration clinging to me. Just as I start to feel a sense of calm, a sharp knock sounds at my door. My body tenses as his strong intoxicating scent wafts through the air, unmistakable. It's Jason. He's here. And he's on heat. But why come to me? My breathing increases while I keep quiet hoping he will leave if I don't respond to him. He knocks again, louder this time. His voice is gruff yet pleading. "Stacy, I can hear you in there. Please, open the door." My heart thuds wildly. I don

JASON. Meanwhile on the other side of the pack..... The early morning sun slants through the blinds, casting light across my cluttered office. The empty glass, ice packs scattered everywhere, and the half-empty bottle of whiskey are all reminders of the sleepless night. I haven’t left this damn office, and regret gnaws at me like a relentless predator. How the hell did I trust Nicole again? I groan, pushing myself upright and rubbing a hand over my face. The choices I made last night feel like a train wreck. Running to Stacy afterward? What was I even thinking? I stand, pulling on the spare suit I keep in the office. The crisp morning air feels sharp against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the frustration boiling inside. I can’t keep letting Nicole pull such strings, and I sure as hell can’t keep rushing Stacy like this. I need to fix it. Now. I throw on my jacket, leave the office, and head straight to the mansion. As soon as I arrive, Ava, the head servant, is wait

NICOLE. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at myself in the mirror in front of me. My heart is heavy after Jason's outburst about what I did last night… But what did he expect when he barely looks my way. Besides, why isn't Jason trying to work things out like he had said? ‘If you ever try something like that ever again, you will regret it…’ His words ring hollow in my mind, each promise slipping through my fingers like sand. He’s colder every day, pulling further away, and no matter how hard I cling, I can’t stop it. Why aren't I enough for him? I feel tears sting my eyes again, but I quickly swipe them away because I'm tired of crying. Suddenly my phone buzzes loudly beside me. It's an unknown number and I almost ignore it, too drained to deal with some random caller, but my fingers move on their own, and I answer. “Hello?” My voice is still shaky, betraying my earlier tears. There’s a brief pause, then a woman’s voice, calm and unsettlingly answers. “Luna Nicole? Call me