Rising from the Alpha’s Betrayal Novel – After two years away on business, I returned home to discover eight women had taken up residence. My Alpha mate Leopold Ironhart maintained his composure. “Just business entertainment, you know how it is. Others kept pushing them on me—purely transactional. Since you’re back, I’ll have them leave.” I personally escorted each one back to where they came from.
The last one, called Vespera, deliberately shattered my mother’s portrait as she left. I slapped her across the face and sent her back to “The Crimson Den.” That night, Leopold worked in his study until dawn. The next day, his tenderness felt unnaturally forced. But within days, my father died in a car crash, and my brother fell down the stairs, slipping into a coma. In a daze, I wandered up to the rooftop, only to overhear his conversation with his beta below. “Alpha, Vespera is settled in the suburban villa, expecting.
Luna’s family… has been dealt with completely. Alpha, if Luna discovers any of this, I fear she’ll break down,” the beta hesitated. “So what if she finds out?” He laughed coldly. “Where else can she go?” My whole body trembled as I steadied myself against the wall, slowly making my way downstairs. So all the disasters that befell my family were simply because I had touched his precious mistress. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number that had been gathering dust. “Hello, I need to see that person.” I stood beside my brother’s hospital bed, watching his peaceful sleeping face, my throat constricting as if something were lodged there.
Numbly, I turned and somehow found myself on the rooftop again. Familiar voices drifted up from below. “Has the Moonbind Serum been delivered to Vespera?” “Yes, Alpha,” the beta replied respectfully. “Vespera says the baby is very active and she wants to see you.” “Mm.” He paused. “Is the maternity center arranged?” His beta replied, “We’ve booked the premium package for $128,000. Also, the lakefront mansion and Porsche 911 you requested have been transferred to her name.” Leopold’s voice suddenly softened. “She’s delicate.
Take extra care of her—don’t let her suffer. After all… this is my first pup.” My fingers clenched involuntarily. The beta hesitated before speaking, “What about Luna?” “Elysia?” Leopold’s tone turned ice-cold. “She dared send Vespera to a place like ‘The Crimson Den’—she should have expected consequences.” My breath caught. “But,” the beta continued reluctantly, “Winterbourne Pack’s Alpha died in that car crash, and the heir is now in a vegetative state. If Luna discovers you orchestrated it all… she might completely break down.” “So what if she finds out?” He laughed bitterly.
“Besides me, who else can she depend on now? Every last member of Winterbourne Pack deserves to die!” A cold wind sent shivers through my entire body. So my father’s accident, my brother’s “fall”—all of it was his doing. All because of that she-wolf named Vespera! How utterly ironic. That day, Vespera had said so pitifully, “I grew up in the red-light district.” I had simply sent her back to what she called “home.” The Alpha mate who slept beside me every night had destroyed my entire pack for a prostitute. I pressed against the wall, my heart feeling as though someone had carved out a piece of it. “One more thing,” Leopold suddenly lowered his voice.
“Find a way to make Elysia permanently infertile. I want the Winterbourne Pack bloodline to disappear completely from Duskhaven’s high society.” My blood turned to ice.