All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Braden stands in the foyer, brows furrowed as he studies my injured hand like it’s something delicate he might break. The suggestion of the spa lingers in the soft curve of his lips, the gentle tilt of his head, and the hand that reaches out to brush lightly against my shoulder. Behind him, the grand staircase spirals elegantly toward the second floor, while the tall, looming front doors wait behind me like sentinels. I almost laugh at how easily he believes the lie — that I managed to injure myself while cooking. Maybe I’ve played the fragile wife too well.Still, I’m grateful he believes me.I pack a small bag, kiss his cheek with practiced affection, and step out the front door. The guards nod as I pass, and I force a wave and a tight-lipped smile, though every step away feels like a weight lifting. The crunch of gravel beneath my boots feels sharp in the quiet, and as I move around to the garden, the tension in my chest begins to ease, but never fully.The private garden is Braden

I manage to quickly grab my bag from the bushes, spotting it easily thanks to the soft sunlight filtering through the leaves. As I loop around the garden, flashes of bright flowers and thick, lush greenery catch my eye. I spritz some essential oils onto my skin, the sharp scent of lavender and cedar grounding me, if only for a moment. I have to make it seem like I actually went to the spa after all.The guards outside the Alpha mansion stand stoic and tall, their dark uniforms like shadows against the vibrant landscape. I give them a quick wave as I pass the front side of the mansion, its grand exterior towering over me — stone and marble etched with age and power. I slip inside through the front door, the cool air immediately brushing against my skin. My bag slides down onto the floor, and I kick off my boots, exchanging them for soft slippers that mute my steps. The scent of herbs and essential oils weaves through the air, curling around me like a whisper, easing the nerves prickling

Dinner is served in an elegant, well-lit dining room, but even the warm glow of flickering candles and the crackling fireplace can't soften the chill seeping into my bones. The red silk dress is a calculated spectacle — a plunging neckline, backless, hugging every curve like a second skin. The candlelight flickers against the fabric, making it shimmer and gleam as though inviting eyes to trace every inch of me. I can feel it working — the hungry stares, the weight of their attention on my bare arms , legs and quiet frankly my chest.I found the dress exactly where Braden left it — draped across the bed like a demand. He even cranked the air conditioning until the room feels like a walk-in freezer. Goosebumps rise on my skin, but Braden isn’t concerned with my comfort. He just watches, satisfied, as my nipples peak through the thin slip of silk. It's obscene. But he wishes to dangle me like bait in front of Leon. Uncle Leon’s eyes don’t even try to hide it, locked on me like I grew a s

Leo appears, stepping out of the shadows, looking far stronger than he did earlier. The faint glow from the moon catches the sharp lines of his body, his muscles taut beneath his tanned skin, and his handsome face carved with determination. He's healing so quickly now. Before I can process anything, he’s in front of me, pulling me into his arms. His warmth seeps through my skin like a fever. His strength—undeniable, overwhelming—presses against me as his lips find mine.Soft, yet demanding.The kiss steals my breath. His mouth moves against mine, hungry, desperate. My fingers thread into his short hair, then trail over the hard ridges of his body. Sparks. No—lightning. The kiss ignites something wild inside me, heat coiling low in my belly. My knees weaken, and I swear for a second, I could let the world burn just to stay right here. To take him after pretending for too long. I need this. But reality is cruel. There isn’t time.We tear apart, breathless. The sharp, wet sound of our li

I’m not sure how I know this, but I know Braden is going to come see me today. Okay, I do know. Right before he slipped my mask back on last time, I planted a few ideas in his head. They fit perfectly with his twisted fantasies, but instead of starring someone else, I had them slowly morph into me. Knowing that Claudia has no intention of ever letting Braden touch her again makes it easier to predict his next move. So, I wait. And I wait.When I finally hear the snap of the trapdoor he uses to access this loft space, a smirk tugs at my lips. Blue balls really do leave men desperate, and Braden is getting desperate. He isn’t built to lead, and now that his head is finally on the chopping block, he’s making mistake after mistake. His biggest one? He wants to do everything himself, afraid someone might challenge him like he once planned to do with Ansel. What he doesn’t realize is that it leaves him isolated. Alone. And that’s where Claudia and I come in.His two queens, circling, ready