All Chapters of ALPHA’s HEART MY PRISON: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

That was when I finally understood Jack’s plan. He had kept me locked in this room, only to announce his own violent “death” by poisoning. He wasn’t gone—he was waiting. Waiting for Brad to take the bait and show up.“The guards have loosened the security at the pack’s entrance. Let’s grab Andrea and leave together!” Brad urged, trying to pull me outside.But I forced myself to stay calm, suppressing the panic rising inside me. “Brad, I have something to take care of. You should go now,” I said, gesturing desperately for him to leave.I was certain Jack was watching us through the camera at that very moment, his eyes dark with fury. I could almost picture his expression—cold, sharp, on the verge of snapping.“Jack is dead, Rose. Why stay here? I came to save you. The Blue Lagoon pack is in disarray. This is the perfect chance for us to escape. If you don’t leave, do you think the pack won’t start to suspect you?” Brad’s voice was tense, full of urgency, but his words only made things

Rose’s point of view“Take him and lock him in the dungeon,” Jack ordered, his voice sharp and unyielding as his gaze pierced the stormy night sky.Without hesitation, the wolves dragged Brad away. The others seemed to sense the icy rage radiating from Jack and quickly retreated, leaving the room eerily silent.Jack walked in and settled onto the couch, his presence heavy and oppressive. The air in the room thickened with tension, making it hard to breathe.I didn’t dare meet his eyes. My head hung low, my focus fixed on his polished leather shoes. A cold sweat soaked my back, clinging to my shirt and making my skin crawl. My legs trembled as I stumbled back toward the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.“I—I didn’t…” My voice wavered as panic clawed at my throat. “I didn’t poison you… I swear, I didn’t…” The words spilled out in a chaotic jumble, shaky and incoherent.Jack’s cold voice cut through my rambling like a blade. “Was it Brad? Did he give you the poison?”Before

Jack’s Point of ViewThe dungeon was as sinister as ever, its gloom pierced only by the dim, flickering glow of aged lamps.No matter how brightly the sun blazed outside, its warmth would never penetrate this place.Brad, weakened and battered, crumbled after only a few lashes. Trembling and pitiful, he spilled everything he knew.As I watched him break so easily, a thought crossed my mind: perhaps even if I hadn’t attacked the Maroon Hill pack, it would have eventually fallen apart on its own. Its leaders were inept, and the pack was rotting from within—a carcass waiting for scavengers.“Why did you approach Rose?” I asked, my voice low but commanding. “You knew very well she’s just a slave. It’s unlikely she would’ve even had the opportunity to get close to me.”This was the part that intrigued me the most. Only those in my inner circle knew of the relationship between Rose and me. To the rest of the pack, she was nothing more than an ordinary doctor.Brad hesitated, his eyes dartin

Rose’s point of view:In the depths of my restless sleep, I found myself wandering through an endless desert. The sun blazed mercilessly above, its scorching rays burning my skin. The unbearable heat consumed me, and all I could think about was relief—cold, refreshing relief. Just as I was about to collapse, an oasis appeared before me.There was a comfortable chair shaded by a parasol, and beside it, a tall glass of iced lemonade glistened in the sunlight. I sank into the chair, savoring the blissful coolness that washed over me. It felt like heaven.But the dream was fleeting. The morning sunlight pierced through the window, burning into my eyelids and forcing me awake. Reality returned like a cruel slap.I wasn’t in an oasis—I was still trapped in the Blue Lagoon pack, bound to my role as a slave.Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I froze in shock. Jack was lying next to me, his presence unmistakable. Somehow, in my sleep, my arm had wrapped around his waist, my hand pressed under hi

Rose’s Point of ViewHilary barged into the villa with an air of entitlement, flaunting her wealth as if she owned the world. She had the nerve to announce she was going to make my life miserable. How ridiculous! I couldn’t fathom what I had done to deserve this hostility. She was so desperate to win Jack’s affection, yet completely oblivious to the truth—he wasn’t interested in her, no matter how hard she tried.It wasn’t hard to figure out why Jack didn’t reciprocate her feelings. She wasn’t his type. If she had any sense, she would have moved on and set her sights on someone else. Jack wasn’t worth losing her dignity over.Without a striking appearance or a well-sculpted physique, Jack was nothing more than an overgrown child. How Hilary could obsess over him so much was beyond me.Hilary’s glare was fixed on me, her teeth clenched in frustration. She deliberately knocked over a bucket of water, dirtying the floor I had just cleaned.I swallowed my anger. A while ago, she had smugl