Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA KING'S FAKE BRIDE : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

CARLIt was all too perfect.The table was already set, plates polished, candles flickering low, and crystal glasses catching the light just right. The dining room looked beautiful , warm, and welcoming, exactly what it needed to be tonight. A perfect stage for a performance none of them saw coming… yet.I sat back in my seat, swirling the wine in my glass slowly, watching the red liquid twirl like blood. My mother was chatting excitedly with the kitchen staff, her tone high with delight. She hadn’t stopped smiling since I told her Fiona would be joining us for dinner.Fiona.Even just thinking her name made me grin.She was perfect for this. Beautiful, bold, and still clinging to whatever delusion she had about Tristan and unfinished business. It had taken one call to remind her of that lingering spark, and she had jumped at the opportunity to “drop by”……..as if it were some casual visit and not a well calculated move in a much bigger game.But this wasn’t about Fiona and Tristan. No

TRISTAN I should’ve known something was off the moment I walked into the dining hall.The air was too still, too calculated. Lady Bianca was all smiles, too wide. Carl’s eyes gleamed with something he hadn’t bothered to hide. And seated at the far end of the long table, wearing a red silk dress that clung to her curves and a smile I hadn’t seen in months, was Fiona.My ex.The one person Vanessa never wanted to be in the same room with.And there she was, smiling like she still belonged.My heart dropped as my eyes flicked instinctively to Vanessa , seated across from Carl. She’d gone still, her fork frozen in mid air. Her lips parted slightly, like the air had been punched from her lungs. But the worst part was her eyes.Wide.Stunned.Wounded.I clenched my fists under the table.This was no coincidence. This was a move.Carl.I knew it the moment I caught the smug glance he gave me.He was playing a game. And this time, he’d used Vanessa as the bait.The room filled with light con

LADY BIANCAThe cold morning air has a way of making me feel so good as I stood by the window, staring down at the courtyard. The sky was dull with clouds, mourning as if it, too, knew things were shifting inside this house. I watched as Tristan and that girl, Vanessa , stepped out of his office , side by side, heads low in quiet conversation. He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. The kind of gesture no man makes unless he’s already surrendered his heart.My fingers tightened around the teacup in my hand.She was still here. Still playing the role of the doting Luna, when she was meant to be a placeholder, a temporary illusion until my son took his rightful place. The wolves of Blackwood are not ruled by sentiment. They respect power, tradition, bloodlines. And yet here was Tristan, my late husband’s spoiled, idealistic grandson leading with his heart.Foolish.I turned as the door creaked open.“Mother,” Carl’s voice was flat, but I could see the storm beneath his eyes. H

VALARIEThe walls of the room seemed to close in on me the moment Tristan fell asleep.He lay beside me now, breathing softly, one arm draped across my waist, completely unaware of the storm unraveling inside me. I stared up at the ceiling, the glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting patterns on the walls that shifted like shadows with secrets of their own.They were asking questions.The council.About me.About where I came from, who I was before this… before Tristan, before Alpha Theo’s death, before everything changed.I tried to breathe, but it felt like something sharp was caught in my lungs.They must not find out.They must never find out.Because I wasn’t Vanessa.Not really.Vanessa, the name I was given, the name I used, the identity I wore like a second skin was the version of me the world was allowed to see. The perfect Luna candidate. Beautiful, graceful, from a family that appeared respectable enough on the surface.But it was all a lie. A carefully co

TRISTAN She’s not who I thought she was.The words haven’t left my head since Carl said them.I know, Tristan. I’ve known for days. She’s not Vanessa. She never was.He said it like a weapon, sharp and deliberate, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My chest tightened, my heart stuttered, and I stared at him, trying to hold onto something, anything that felt steady.But nothing was.Not after that.I didn’t let it show, of course. I couldn’t. Not in front of Carl. The second he saw weakness in me, he’d use it. He always did. So I stood there, jaw clenched, eyes cold, and let him think I already knew. I let him believe he wasn’t the one to break me wide open.But he was.God help me, he was.I left his room like my feet were on fire, but the burn was inside me, slow and cruel and all consuming. I didn’t go far. Just down the hallway, past the familiar paintings and old stone walls that had always felt like home, but now looked foreign, like I’d stepped into someone else’s life.