All Chapters of Spoiled by My Possessive Alpha Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Diane)I immediately turn to Lucian. My heart slams against my ribs as my eyes lock onto his face, searching for—hell, I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Guilt? Regret? A whoops, my bad shrug?But Lucian doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t look… anything.His expression is unreadable, a careful mask of indifference. The only tell is the faint, almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. He doesn't shift, doesn’t blink too much, just stands there like a damn statue.I expect him to say something—to explain, to deny, to breathe—but he doesn’t. Instead, he just watches me. Not in a waiting for judgment kind of way, but like he’s taking notes on my reaction. Like he’s assessing me, seeing how much I can handle, how much I already know.It pisses me off.“You killed someone?” My voice comes out a little higher than intended. “Like… actual murder? Not an ‘oops, they slipped on a banana peel, and I didn’t stop it’ kind of thing?”Still nothing. Lucian just cocks his head slightly, his eyes

(Diane)I wasn’t surprised when, a few days later, I found myself dragged back into the party scene—an old habit I’d never really managed to shake. Despite everything, I’d learned to mask my pain with distractions. And tonight, I was at yet another club event in which Victor happened to be there as well. I pretended to be fine, laughing along with the crowd, letting the music and neon lights drown out the restless questions that kept gnawing at me.Inside the club, everything was pulsating with energy. Basslines thumped so hard that I could feel them in my bones, and the strobe lights made everyone’s features blur into an indistinguishable sea of glitter and smoke. I sat close to Victor, who was in his element—charming, arrogant, and entirely oblivious to the internal war raging in me.I forced a smile and sipped my drink, letting my eyes wander around the club as if I were just another face in the crowd. But beneath the surface, I had a mission: I needed to know more about Victor’s

(Diane)When we reached Lucian’s house, the weight of the night’s secrets pressed down on me. Inside his modest but secure home, I sank onto an overstuffed sofa while Lucian spread out a digital layout of Savannah’s sprawling estate on a cluttered dining table. The room was littered with maps, security diagrams, and scribbled notes—our own little war room where every detail mattered.“Diane,” Lucian said, his voice steady yet urgent, “we know Savannah’s locked up her fated mate. That rumor—if it’s true—could be the key to unraveling everything. We need to find out who she’s hiding and why.”I listened, trying to set aside the nagging memories of lost time and the chaos that haunted me. “So what’s our move?” I asked, forcing a smile despite the storm inside me.Lucian pointed to a marked spot on the digital map. “Savannah’s main house is heavily guarded, but there’s a little-used service entrance at the back. My tech friend can disable the alarms for about five minutes. That should giv

(Diane)I barely had time to catch my breath after my long, tearful call with Selene when my phone buzzed again. It was Lucian. I hesitated for a moment, then answered.“Diane,” his voice was softer this time—almost apologetic. “I’m sorry about earlier. I never meant to hurt you.”I closed my eyes, feeling the raw ache of our last encounter resurface. “I know,” I whispered, though a part of me still throbbed with betrayal. “You really need to explain what happened, Lucian.”There was a pause, and then he continued, “Can I come to your place? I… I want to explain everything face-to-face. It’s important.”I glanced around my quiet apartment, the remnants of last night’s turmoil still echoing in the silence. As much as I dreaded reopening that wound, I also knew I needed answers. “Yes,” I replied, voice tentative. “Come over.”Within minutes, his familiar car pulled up outside, and I opened the door to find him standing there—his eyes searching mine with a mixture of regret and urgency.

(Lucian)I waited. Arms crossed, patience wearing thin, watching the darkness beyond the clearing. The unity charm—an old, unbreakable ward—hummed softly around me, its ancient magic holding strong. Victor and Savannah were coming, and they’d be pissed. Good. Let them rage.I smirked as I imagined Victor’s face when he realized he couldn’t step a single foot inside this place. That alone was going to be worth the wait.And then, finally, they arrived.Victor stormed into view first, looking like an angry CEO who just found out his assistant accidentally deleted his entire empire. His expression? A mix of frustration, rage, and just a dash of arrogance—because of course he still thought he could win.Savannah followed closely behind, though something was different. Her usual confidence was still there, but there was a tension in her movements, a hesitation that hadn’t been there before. I filed that observation away for later.Victor glared at the unseen barrier keeping him out. He ra