All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

STACY. I wake up feeling a mixture of nerves and relief. Yesterday went surprisingly well—my parents were civil enough to let Jason stay for Liam’s sports day, even though they’ve made it clear they haven’t forgiven him. And honestly, I can’t blame them. But I’m grateful that they allowed him to be here, especially for Liam. Stepping into the living room, I find Jason sitting on the sofa, rubbing his lower back with a grimace. The sight makes me chuckle. "Rough night on the couch?" I ask, unable to hide my amusement. He looks up, wincing slightly. "You could say that. I think my back might be permanently bent in half." I shake my head in amusement. “Consider it a warm welcome to my house,” I tease, then nod toward the kitchen. “How about I make breakfast while you go get ready?” Jason raises an eyebrow, then stretches, giving me a hint of a smile. "Breakfast sounds amazing." He steps outside to grab his bag, and by the time he returns, I’m already prepping in the kitchen. He

STACY. “Show us the way please,” “Right this way my lady and prince,” Jason says with a charming grin. Liam and I follow him, a little surprised but grateful. When we reach the said seats, I’m taken aback— the view is perfect, giving us a sweeping view of the field below. The space is cozy, furnished with soft seating and a small table arranged with snacks and drinks. He must have pulled some serious strings to make this happen on such short notice, especially since he wasn’t the Alpha of Blue Moon. “This is incredible,” I say, gazing out over the green expanse where kids and parents are setting up for the day. “Only the best for my family,” he says softly. The words linger in the air, warm and gentle. I glance at him, and our eyes meet, that familiar spark catching me off guard. But before I can respond, Liam tugs on my hand. "Mommy, Daddy and I need to go to the field and wait to be called for our races." "Okay, sweetie," I say, giving him a quick hug. I turn to J

STACY. I stumble back through the clearing and back to the parking lot, barely able to see through the blur of tears and the pain searing through my body. My skin is scraped raw; every step feels like shards of glass digging into me. But none of it compares to the agony tearing through my chest. Liam’s cries echo in my mind. He’s gone—taken—and I wasn’t fast or strong enough to stop it all Through my haze of fear and fury, I spot Jason standing by his car, his face tight with worry and confusion once he sets his eyes on me. His eyes scan over me, bare feet, blood smeared across my naked body. Without a word, he strides forward before he guards see me, shrugging off his shirt and draping it over my shoulders, while his hands linger as if hoping his touch alone could offer comfort. “Stacy,” he begins, his voice rough with worry. “Where’s Liam?” His words, spark ignites something inside me, transforming my devastation and panic into a blinding rage. My fingers clench the shirt aro

VICTOR.Sitting in my mother’s darkened, dusty cottage, grief grips me like a vise, squeezing the air from my lungs. It’s been days since Nicole was taken from me. She was the only pride I had in this godforsaken world. I swirl the drink in my hand, letting the bitterness numb me.The whiskey is meant to dull the pain, but instead, it amplifies it. Nicole’s face haunts me—the hollow ache in her eyes the last time I saw her alive, when she complained about that deadbeat of a husband… I wish I could have given her better advice than I did.Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I swallow them down.My mother won’t let me drown in sorrow. “Victor,” she snaps, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “Are you really going to sit here, drinking yourself into oblivion?”I glare at her, but she doesn’t flinch. She never does. She’s a hard woman—made of iron and shadows—and right now, she looks at me as though I’m the pathetic one. “And what would you have me do, Mother?” I snar

STACY. The night air bites into my skin, cold and relentless, as I sit on the porch steps, staring into the pitch-black streets. My arms are wrapped tightly around myself, but it does little to stave off the chill—or the fear inside me. Liam is out there somewhere, and every second that passes feels like another cut to my heart. Is he safe? Is he scared? Has he eaten anything since the kidnapers took him? The questions torment me, each one worse than the last. Suddenly, a noise behind me—a car pulling up—snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts. I turn quickly, hope flaring and then twisting into something darker when I see Daniel stepping out. But he’s not alone. My heart skips a beat when I notice Jason, slumped over and unconscious, being helped out of the car by another man I don’t recognize. “What happened to him?” I’m on my feet in an instant, rushing toward them. Daniel’s expression is grim. “My warriors found him like this at the boarder while patrolling, barely conscio