All Chapters of THE ALPHA KING'S FAKE BRIDE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VALARIE It was just the two of us, Tristan and I together. And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel like I had to hide.I watched him as he moved through the room, his presence like a steady force, grounding me. His dark hair, unruly from sleep, and the sharp angles of his jaw caught the light in a way that made my breath catch. But it wasn’t just his physicality. It was the way he was, unpretentious, with a quiet intensity that made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.When he’d told me he’d cleared his entire day, that he wanted nothing more than to be with me, I hadn’t known what to say. For a moment, I thought it was just a joke, a fleeting idea. But no, he’d meant it. And somehow, that made everything else fade into the background. My past. My secrets. Even the weight of everything I was hiding.This day… it was just for us. No masks. No pretense. Just Tristan and Valarie.We’d eaten breakfast on the balcony, the warmth of the sun casting it

CARL The walls felt like they were closing in.After my mother walked out earlier, I knew the silence wouldn’t last. I’d seen it in her eyes , that glint of cold satisfaction, the smug twist of her mouth that meant she was already calculating her next move. Lady Bianca never left anything unfinished. If she knew the truth about Valarie, it was only a matter of time before she used it as a weapon.And when she struck, she wouldn’t hesitate.I stood by the window of my chamber , the light slanting through the sheer curtains, But I felt no warmth. Only dread.She was going to go after Valarie, I know my Mother very well.Not because she gave a damn about the truth, or deception, or even Tristan. No, it would be because Valarie had become a threat to her perfect vision. A Luna who didn’t fit her image of a queen. A stranger with secrets. A woman Tristan loved too deeply.And that was the problem. My mother hated anything she couldn’t control.She couldn’t control Valarie.She couldn’t co

VALARIE I was on my way to meet Tristan in the training yard when the sound of footsteps caught my attention, two voices, familiar yet unfamiliar. My steps slowed, hesitant, as I rounded the corner.The guards had been busy, recruits for the palace security, as Tristan had mentioned. I didn’t expect to run into anything unusual. But then, I heard a name. One that sent a chill through my spine.Frank.It was quiet at first, barely audible just murmurs. Then, a louder voice spoke, something about “starting at the barracks,” “stationing new recruits,” and “guarding the border .” The words faded, but my heart didn’t.I stepped closer, drawn in by the strange pull in my chest. I didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to see it. But my legs carried me anyway. As I rounded the next corner, the sight hit me like a punch to the gut.There he was.Frank.I froze, my eyes locking with his, and the world around me seemed to blur. For a split second, it was like no time had passed. It was the same

VALARIE I should have known something was off the moment I stepped into the dining room. The table was set more elegantly than usual, Not unless Lady Bianca had decided that today was the day to humiliate me.Tristan sat at the head of the table, already waiting, dressed in a black shirt that clung to his arms just enough to make my thoughts wander. He smiled faintly when he saw me, a smile only I seemed to notice. A silent welcome. It steadied me for a moment.Then she arrived.Lady Bianca glided into the room like a queen inspecting her court. Regal in every inch of her movement, her icy eyes met mine with the same pleasant disdain she always wore around me, hidden just beneath the surface of her elegant smile.She took her seat slowly, and only once she had, did the rest of us settle in. I sat across from her, beside Tristan, who gently placed his hand on my thigh under the table. A small gesture of comfort. A reminder that I wasn’t alone.Still, I knew something was coming. I cou

CARL I didn’t smile in front of them, not fully, anyway. Just enough. Just the right tilt of the lips to show I was grateful.Humbled.I played the part beautifully.But the moment I stepped out of the council hall and into the corridor, I let the smirk stretch wider across my face. Victory tasted like fine wine, dark, rich, intoxicating.Alpha King Carl.It had a ring to it, didn’t it?I’d waited years to hear those words fall from someone else’s mouth. Years in the shadows of Tristan’s golden destiny. He was born with power handed to him on a silver plate, trained, praised, groomed to wear the crown one day. And I was always just the cousin. The afterthought.But today?Today, I wasn’t in the background anymore.I was the headline.Still, I wasn’t foolish enough to celebrate too soon. I knew Tristan. Knew the way his jaw locked the moment they said my name. The way his shoulders stiffened. He was boiling under that calm expression. But he didn’t speak. Didn’t fight.That silence?I