All Chapters of Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Georgia’s POVKael stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. The deep charcoal fabric hugged his body perfectly. Beside him, Rebecca, his newly appointed personal assistant, stood poised, her blouse tucked neatly into a sleek pencil skirt. Kael turned slightly, catching my gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “I’m heading to the office,” he announced, his voice smooth yet authoritative.I nodded, watching as he and Rebecca walked toward the door and they left. I sank into the plush couch before reaching for the remote. As soon as I turned on the television, the news channel flashed across the screen, and my heart nearly stopped at what I saw.There she was, Lucy, my step-sister, her face plastered across the screen like a criminal in a wanted poster.The headline read: “BREAKING NEWS: LUCY EXPOSED!”It felt surreal, almost like a dream, but the reporter’s voice confirmed the reality of what I was witnessing.“…Shocking revelations about Lucy have surfaced, lead

Kael’s POVThe house was lively than usual asI stepped into the welcoming giggles of my kids from the building.The office had drained me, my mind clouded with never-ending decisions and problems that seemed to have no solution. It was indeed a hectic day. Pushing open the door, the sight that met my eyes brought a momentary pause to the exhaustion. Georgia was with my twins, her face softened as she interacted with them. The two small babies giggled and shrieked to her plays.“Ruth, prepare the kids’ meal,” Georgia said, straightening up as soon as she noticed my presence.The caregiver, Ruth, nodded, giving the children a warm smile before disappearing into the kitchen. Georgia, however, remained smiling as she approached.I didn’t acknowledge her immediately. Instead, I sighed, walked over to the couch, and sank into it, my hands running through my hairs. The silence between us stretched only for some minutes before she broke the silence.“Did you see the news?”I exhaled sharply,

Georgia’s POVKael was now lying down in the coma bed.I sat beside him as I reached for his hand. It was cold, lifeless in my grip. My chest ached, and my eyes burned from the tears that had been pouring. My vision blurred as I looked at his face. It was pale and still. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sign that he was still here, still alive.“Kael,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I tightened my grip on his hand. “Please, please open your eyes.”My tears fell onto the hospital sheets, darkening the pristine fabric. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.“It’s me, Georgia,” I continued, choking on my words. “I’m your wife. I remembered everything. Every little piece about us.”I sniffled, brushing my free hand against my wet cheeks. My other hand remained wrapped around his, unwilling to let go.“I remember, Kael,” I whispered. “I remember everything now,” I confessed. “The pregnancy I once had… they were your babies.”A fresh sob wracked my body as I squeezed his fin

Georgia’s POVDays passed in a blur.My time in the hospital had been nothing short of a nightmare, being injected with one drug or another that forced me into restless sleep, always waking up weak and confused. Every time I asked about Kael, I was met with the same dismissive responses. Lucy, Damien, even my father, all of them. And today, finally, I was leaving.The doctors gave me some final instructions, things about rest, recovery, and my supposed “hallucinations” but I wasn’t listening. My mind was already focused on leaving, on finding Kael. Damien stayed close, his presence suffocating. The moment I was wheeled out of the hospital, a sleek black car was waiting, and before I could even ask where we were going, Damien gently took my hand and said, “You’ll be home soon.”I should have asked what he meant. I should have demanded answers. But exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and I leaned back against the seat, letting my thoughts swirl into a tangled mess.It was only when the c

Georgia’s POVI tried to leave his grip, but he held me tight, his fingers digging into my arm like iron shackles. His cold eyes bore into mine, as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. Then he spoke, his voice void of warmth.“You are coming with me, now.”The command sent a shiver through me, not because of the words themselves, but because of the way he said them, so unbothered, as if my struggle meant nothing.“No,” I snapped, my heart pounding. “Let me go.”His grip tightened. My skin burned under his touch, the pressure sending sharp pain through my wrist.“Damien,” I called, my voice cracking despite my attempt to sound firm. “Let go of me.”For a moment, he simply stared at me, his face unreadable. Then, without warning, he yanked me forward. My body lost balance, and before I could catch myself, I was crashing to the floor.Pain exploded through my knees and palms as they hit the cold tiles. A sharp gasp left my lips, my breath catching in my throat. I looked up at hi