All Chapters of The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

STACY. Jason and I slip into the building unnoticed while Daniel and Kane create a diversion. The oppressive silence is only broken by the faint creak of old wooden floors beneath our feet while my heart pounds as I catch a whiff of Liam’s scent—faint but unmistakable. I grab Jason’s arm, my breath hitching. “Jason, I smell him,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “This way.” He nods silently, his eyes scanning the shadows as I lead the way. The scent grows stronger, guiding us down a dimly lit corridor until we stop in front of a door guarded by two hulking rogues. Their sneers and postures radiate menace. Jason’s jaw tightens as he pulls me back gently. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.” I grip his arm tighter, my eyes wide with anxiety. “Jason, be careful.” He gives me a small, reassuring smile. “I will. Stay hidden.” Before I can protest further, he steps out into the open, his movements calculated and deliberate. The rogues straighten, their eyes

STACY. An hour passes, dragging painfully as I sit in the cold waiting room. My mind swings between the urgent prayers for Liam and the nagging worry about Jason. I can’t help picturing both alone, facing their worst fears… Each time a door creaks or footsteps echo in the hallway, my heart leaps, but it’s not any of the people I'm currently worried about. Only doctors, nurses, and strangers passing by—no sign of Jason or news about Liam. Finally, just as the first light of dawn starts to seep through the hospital windows, the doors to the ER swing open. I’m on my feet instantly, heart pounding, but instead of a doctor, I see a familiar figure—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with that calm, lethal confidence I know so well. Jason steps into the waiting room, his clothes rumpled, but not a single scratch marks on his skin. His gaze sweeps the room, finding mine, and for a moment, relief floods through me. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. But as he walks closer,

STACY. “Driver, please get the car—we’re leaving now,” I order the guard who escorted me to the office. He nods and rushes out, leaving me staring down at the contents of the box I just received. Inside is a photo of me and my son smeared in some red substance, accompanied by a strange, unsettling voodoo doll I can’t begin to describe. My pulse races as I wonder which of Jason’s enemies could have sent this. “Lizzy, did you get a look at the guy who handed you this?” I ask, preparing to leave. She shakes her head, visibly shaken. “Not really. I was packing my car when he just… appeared, handed it over, then said it was for you and walked away without another word.” I exhale slowly, fear settling like a weight in my chest. My son’s life is once again under threat. “Alright, handle things here. I’ll call you once I reach Midnight Pack,” I say. “What? You can’t seriously leave me alone with that,” she protests, pointing at the box. I manage a strained smile. “I’m sorry, L

JASON. Knock, knock… My attempt to kiss Stacy gets disturbed after a while of trying to get back close to her once again. I clench my jaw, holding back a curse… Damn it! Stacy’s gaze flits to the door, her lips curving with a faint, knowing smile. “You… should get that,” she says softly, pulling back. Her warmth slips away, and I’m left with the hollow ache of what could’ve been. “Right,” I mutter, gritting my teeth. I hesitantly turn away, composing myself as I open the door. I’m greeted by one of my guards—one of the few who knows about…my other illegal business. He stands there, his face tight with a message I already dread. He dips his head. “Alpha Jason. There’s a matter that needs your attention immediately.” I look back at Stacy, my gut twisting with regret. “Umm, I’ll be back shortly something important just came up,” I assure her, forcing a reassuring smile. She frowns, studying me, but finally nods. “Alright. Just… be careful.” I nod, allowing myself one last

STACY. Linda’s question about remarriage rings in the air, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I try to mask my unease, but my heart is racing, thudding against my chest. Why is she bringing this up now? The pressure mounts, and without thinking, I nudge Jason’s leg under the table, praying he’ll say something to defuse the situation. He looks at me, and for a brief moment, there's something soft, and almost vulnerable, in his gaze. Then he turns to his parents, his voice steady and calm, as if he’s thought about this a hundred times over. “Mom, Dad… I still love Stacy with all that I am. And when the time feels right… I’d want nothing more than to be with her. Officially.” I freeze, his words sinking in, wrapping around me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. A flush creeps up my neck, warming my cheeks, and I can feel his parents’ approving smiles. They look thrilled, nodding as if they’ve already decided this is a perfect idea. Meanwhile, my mind is s