All Chapters of Alpha Lucien Craved For Me Even After Breakup: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

There they are. I finally caught them red-handed.Heather and Adrianna. Entangled in our bed sheets. His hands in her ass while Adrianna was facing the bed frame as he fucked her from behind.These cheaters hadn't even heard me enter my own apartment.A moment later, Heather found me standing by the door. He immediately pulled away but Adrianna's moan and laughter became louder."Farrah, babe-" Alpha Heather started.But I shook my head and cursed at them. "Fuck you."I couldn't even gasp or cry a tear. And the diamond engagement ring on my finger felt like a joke.This is really the right choice: to leave Heather and his seven years of 'love' behind and return to the past I ran away from.I'm gonna return to my brother. And this time, I'm not bringing anything with me.The cool night air slapped me into the bitter reality that the time has come that I finally face my own demons."Where are your things, Farrah?" Roland's mouth quivered to the side."No. And I don't have the guts to ge

Though I’m born and used to being a direct relative to an Alpha, I never received such luxurious treatment like this.I only did now that my brother is an Alpha. My Alpha—the new Alpha I shall look up to and answer to.Back when my father was the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, back when he was still alive, I didn't even have my own room. I rarely feel an Alpha’s daughter under his reign. I rarely receive the warmth of a father’s love.The water in the bathtub was cool and soothing as I sank deeper. Not too cold and not too hot.Drowned in deep thoughts, I first thought someone was calling me from the bedroom. I shook my head, thinking it was just my imagination.It was just ten minutes of relishing and letting my body soak in the delicious waters when the door loudly opened. Each step he took echoed with anger.He shouted, “You!” The stranger pointed one threatening finger to me. His tone was more malicious than Adrianna’s. “How dare a maid use my room without my permission—”I was stil

My gape turned into a loud gasp. "You...I asked you who you are. And now you just told me you no longer go by that name?!""I'm Alpha Rasmus now." He said with a hint of amusement.I stomped my foot, the leaves beside me rippling. "That's so far from your actual name.""Better to let a rose be known by its thorns than its red petals," Roland said from my right. The cursed troll wore a black suit with a bloody crimson necktie. His face, though monstrous, radiates some sort of kindness within it."Ah." I scoffed. "Whatever." I nudged my brother by the elbow. "You're still a Jacob to me.""Oh, I always will. Only you and Roland alone are allowed to call me that." Jacob shot Roland a sharp, meaningful look."What?" I furrowed my brows.But the two only shrugged, traversing the pavement before us. The garden was huge and wide, perhaps twice or three times more than my apartment room. The calm balmy noon breeze set my unbound hair swaying.The movement caught Roland's eyes. We both paused,

Warmth against my curled fist pulled me from troubled dreams. My eyes fluttered open to find Roland's figure beside the bed, and glanced at his hand atop my own. Steam rose from what seemed to be a cup of coffee in his other hand, the rich aroma filling the air.I sat upright, pulling my hand in reflex. "What are you doing here?"Those vibrant eyes locked onto mine, studying my face before his lips blossomed into a gentle smile. "You were crying in your sleep. Even shouting." He set his coffee down on the nightstand. "I came to check on you early this morning, found you tossing and turning. Crying."Heat crept into my cheeks, realizing at what Roland stumbled: me, a mess. "So you just... stayed?""You grabbed my hand, murmuring the name of Heather." He flexed his fingers, as if remembering the touch. "Only then did you calm down. Seemed cruel to leave you after that."I touched my cheeks, feeling the dried trails of tears I hadn't known I'd shed. The memory of my dreams slipped away l

My throat closed up. The strength drained from my legs. I pressed my palm against each other to steady myself."Why?" The word scraped past my lips.But Roland remained silent, his presence solid beside me as I stared at the strange grave my father had become.Behind us, a familiar figure stood.My uncle. Who barely stood up for us against father. He looks like one blow away from being buried beside our father.Uncle's head snapped up. His eyes met us, but there was no recognition there. Just confusion, then fear. He scrambled further under the shade of a tree lacking its leaves, his movements unstable and uncoordinated."No, no, no," he chanted, covering his face with trembling hands. "The monster is back. He's watching. Always watching. The Enchanted Forest too."I stepped back, my heel catching on the dead grasses. My shoulder bumped against Roland's chest, but I barely registered the contact. This broken man couldn't be my uncle. The male who was sometimes our ally and often prete