THE ALPHA KING'S FAKE BRIDE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alpha Tristan The walk back to the palace was longer than it should have been. Each step felt heavier than the last, the cool night air doing little to clear the turmoil in my mind. Fiona’s words still echoed in my head, sharper than any blade: “I saw the way you looked at her.”It was absurd. Ridiculous. She was wrong.But was she?I shook the thought away, straightening my shoulders as the towering palace loomed before me. The grand doors stood open, spilling golden light onto the stone steps. The sounds of the festival had quieted, the night now carrying only the distant hum of laughter and music from the square.As I stepped inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and the faint aroma of wine. The grand hall was empty, save for a few servants scurrying about, clearing away the remnants of the feast. They bowed their heads as I passed, murmuring respectful greetings.“Where is she?” I asked one of the maids, my voice curt.The young woman startled, clutching the tray o

ValerieThe morning sun streamed through the large windows of my chamber, bathing the room in a soft golden hue. I sat up in bed, stretching lazily before swinging my legs over the edge. The air carried a slight chill, and I hurried to dress, choosing a simple yet elegant gown that reflected my current mood. Life in the palace had its charms, but the tension was often palpable, and today was no exception.Alpha Theo, had been away on a work trip for several days, leaving the atmosphere in the palace teetering on the edge of chaos. Without his grounding presence, the tension was high , and the air was thick with unspoken grievances.By the time I made my way to the dining hall, the familiar buzz of morning chatter had been replaced by a tense silence. Lady Bianca, sat at the head of the table, her expression as sharp as the crystal chandelier above us. She was the epitome of poise, but her words often carried a sting. Across from her, Tristan’s absence was glaringly obvious.The serv

ValerieReaching out to my parents about my sister’s health had become an impossible task. I had tried, but the risk was too great, especially after Fiona, one of the palace's most vigilant maids, almost caught me the last time I attempted to send a message. Since then, I had been forced to bury my concerns deep within me, even though the worry gnawed at my heart.I missed my sister terribly. She was the rightful Bride of Alpha Tristan, the one who had been chosen for this life. Pretending to be her wasn’t just difficult, it was soul-crushing. I wasn’t cut out for this world of rigid rules, constant surveillance, and hidden power plays. I longed for my old life, where I wasn’t walking on eggshells or pretending to be someone I wasn’t.And then there was Tristan. He had made it painfully clear that I was nothing more than an unwanted placeholder in his life. His heart still belonged to his ex, a fact he didn’t bother to hide. Living under the same roof as him, enduring his cold indiffe

Alpha TristanCarl had always been a thorn in my side. For as long as I could remember, his presence was a constant reminder that even the things I cherished most were never safe. He thrived on competition, on finding ways to provoke me, and it infuriated me how easily he could slip into someone’s life and stir chaos.And now, it was Vanessa.I stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching her and Carl from a distance. The way he leaned toward her, that stupid, smug grin plastered on his face, made my teeth clench. He said something that made her laugh an unguarded, light laugh that I hadn’t heard from her in weeks.That laugh, it shouldn’t have been meant for him.Carl reached out, his hand brushing hers briefly, and something inside me snapped. I turned on my heel and headed straight to my chambers, slamming the door behind me. My breathing was heavy, and my hands were balled into fists at my sides.This wasn’t about her. It wasn’t.I repeated the thought in my head like a mantra, t

ValerieI never planned to fall for him.If anything, I had sworn I wouldn’t.Alpha Tristan was cold, distant, and impossibly frustrating. He had made it clear from the beginning that he hadn’t wanted me here, that I was not the one he had chosen. And yet, something had changed, slowly, subtly, in ways I hadn’t even noticed until it was too late.It was the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. His gaze, sharp and piercing, softened at times, lingering on me just a moment longer than necessary. It was in the way his voice lost its usual edge when he spoke to me, quieter, almost hesitant.It was the way he touched me, small, fleeting moments that shouldn’t have meant anything but somehow did. The accidental brush of his fingers against mine when we passed each other in the halls. The warmth of his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowded room. The firm grip on my wrist whenever he stopped me from walking away too quickly.It was everything.And I