All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Braden leads me to one of the bedrooms on the third floor, as far away as possible from where I might cross paths with Claudia—at least until he can unveil his grand surprise that I’ve returned. The thought of stepping into my old bedroom tomorrow sends a ripple of discomfort through me, but I shove it aside. Instead, I focus on settling into this temporary space, taking in the soft furnishings, the thick velvet curtains, and the plush bed that looks far too inviting for what I have planned.Without my mask, I feel freer, lighter, though not entirely unburdened. Braden didn’t exactly trust me with nothing, so he left the iron bangle on my wrist—or what he thinks is an iron bangle. It’s amusing how much focus a man loses when his trousers are around his ankles. Oh well.“Thank you,” I murmur, because anything is better than the attic, and it’s expected of me to show some measure of gratitude. I smile, demure and sweet, letting my magic unfurl like a soft, silken blanket, slipping unnoti

Of course, I don’t rest.Braden tells me what room we’ll be in tonight, like he’s already planned every detail. I tell him I want to rest there ahead of time — make myself comfortable. He barely glances at me, waving a dismissive hand as if I’m just being a silly little girl. “Do whatever you need to do,” he says, bored and smug.I smile, small and tight, because all I have to do is survive the next few hours. Then this nightmare ends.He turns toward his office, but when he catches me pulling a knife from the kitchen block, his posture stiffens. His eyes flicker with suspicion, narrowing like a predator sensing a shift.“What’s that for?” His voice sharpens just slightly, the edges curling with warning.I soften my face instantly, slipping on the mask I’ve worn so well. I bat my lashes, making sure my smile touches my eyes. “The initiation. You wanted us to be marked together…” I trail off, lowering my voice to a whisper.His pupils dilate. His grin is slow, wolfish, laced with hunge

We slip quickly into the clothes Gaia had told Braden to have the maid bring. Relief floods me as I strip away the harness how it dug into my skin painfully, pulling on leggings and a plain t-shirt, trading the image of a gilded whore for something human again. The cotton feels rough against my clammy skin, but I welcome it.“We move to phase two,” Gaia says, voice sharp, almost gleeful, as she shoves her hair into a messy ponytail and laces her worn trainers. I nod, mechanically following. The air tastes like stale perfume and old wood, heavy with the scent of Braden’s depravity.Gaia has found one of the guards — Harry — who, let’s just say, has an unhealthy fondness for Braden. Harry waits for us outside the bedroom. We hear Braden through the door before we even open it. His grunts, the manic creak of the bed frame, the wet slap of skin on plastic as he continues to defile the mannequin. My stomach clenches. Harry leans casually against the wall, expressionless, as though he’s wa

“Claudie?” Gaia chokes, her voice raw as she kneels in front of Braden, wheezing. I press the knife tighter against his neck, but he thrashes beneath me, trying to scramble free. I hadn’t fully believed it until now — that Braden would sink so low — but the feeling gnaws at me.The feeling I would get when holding the whip was unsettling. Deep inside, I know. The truth hits me with a cold finality. Even Leon looked disgusted when he saw it, like he recognized it for what it is. The whipe, his spine still carries the faint scent of my father — distant, but unmistakable — clinging to the metal like a ghost. How had I not noticed it before? I used his bones to carve up my mate all for a man who made me think he loved me. “Do you deny it?” I snarl, pressing the blade harder, my jaw aching from how tight I’m clenching it. Braden, weak and bloodied, just chuckles. The sound curdles in my stomach. He hasn't suffered enough. We’ve been far too lenient. The shock freezes me for a second, enou

“Leo!” Claudia screams, voice sharp and desperate, slicing through the chaos as my stomach twists. Who the hell is Leo? She runs, wild and reckless, before launching herself into Asher’s arms. He catches her without hesitation, clutching her to him, murmuring something into her ear as she trembles, the adrenaline draining from her. I don’t understand. Is it a pet name? A secret only they share? Why would she call Asher Leo?Still, my attention drifts, searching for the one person I need to see. Faces blur until I catch a flash of fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Erin. She smiles, soft and knowing, and relief floods me. She understood. I mean, I told her as much when I used my magic to play along and bring them all here—but still, I worried. My act could have been a little too convincing. I give her a small, grateful wave before scanning the crowd again, pulse pounding.Because I feel it.The pull.It surges deep inside my chest, demanding, undeniable. I turn, heart in my throat—and