Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA KING'S FAKE BRIDE : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

VALARIE I avoided him like my life depended on it.Every hallway, every corridor, every damn corner of the palace , I made sure I was nowhere near Carl Blackwood.The second my eyes caught a glimpse of his silhouette, I would turn around, take another path, duck behind the nearest column or slip through a different door. It was exhausting. And it made my pulse race for all the wrong reasons.Because I wasn’t afraid of Carl.I was afraid of myself.Afraid of what happened that day in the garden.That moment , that stupid, careless, dangerous moment where I let my guard down and kissed him back.It had been a mistake.A terrible, impulsive mistake I’d spent every minute since trying to forget.But the truth was… I couldn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look in his eyes when his lips touched mine. That soft, unspoken plea. That touch of vulnerability hidden beneath his usual arrogant smirk. The way his hand lingered a second too long against my skin.And it terrified me.I be

TRISTAN The palace was too damn quiet.It was always like this at night , servants tucked away, guards at their posts, the world pretending to sleep while the devils inside these walls plotted in the dark.And tonight, I was one of them.I sat alone in my study, the dying fire casting restless shadows on the walls. A glass of whiskey sat untouched at my elbow, my fingers drumming against the arm of my chair as my mind ran wild.They thought they had me.Carl. Lady Bianca. The damn council. They sat in that room today, looked me in the eye, and told me they were giving my crown to someone else. That the people wanted change. That tradition no longer mattered.Bullshit.This throne belongs to me.It always has.I bled for this land. Fought for these people. Buried my father, my grandfather, watched every damn threat that came for this family and dealt with it. And now they want to hand my legacy over to a snake in my own bloodline?No.Not happening.I leaned forward, resting my elbows

VANESSA I had spent the entire afternoon pacing around the house, unable to shake off the growing discomfort in my chest. My head still ached from the accident, but it wasn’t the physical pain that consumed me now. It was the questions. The confusion. The cold, heavy silence that surrounded everything about my life.Since waking up, everything had felt like a jigsaw puzzle missing pieces, fragments of my memory, faces that seemed unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. My mind swirled with images of a wedding dress, of vows being exchanged, of a man standing in front of me… but nothing was concrete. It was as if my mind had locked away all the important things, leaving me with nothing but shadows and half formed thoughts.I wandered through the house in a haze, my footsteps leading me to my parents’ study, where I often found them deep in work. It was there, among old books and papers, that I knew I could find something that might explain all the gaps in my memory.The room smelle

LADY BIANCA The light in my chamber casted long shadows on the walls of my chambers, the old paintings of long dead Alphas staring down at me with their hollow, accusing eyes. I sipped from my glass of dark wine, the taste bitter and sour. It used to comfort me. It didn’t tonight.I knew.I could feel it.Tristan was moving.The whispers in the halls had grown too quiet. The usual easy chatter among the councilmen too careful now, their eyes darting when I entered the room. The palace had a way of speaking to those who knew how to listen , in the way the servants paused, in the way the guards straightened, in the silence before a door opened.And tonight, it was screaming.I rose from my chair, pulling my robe tighter around my body , pacing to the window. I could see the far end of the courtyard where Tristan had been earlier, fool of a boy, parading himself like the throne was already his.He didn’t understand. None of them did.This crown wasn’t something inherited. It was taken

VALARIE I stared at the untouched cup of tea on my bedside table.The scent of lavender and honey drifted softly into the room, gentle and inviting, like every other night since I’d arrived. It was supposed to calm me, soothe me to sleep. But tonight… something felt off.I didn’t know why I hesitated. Maybe it was instinct. Or maybe it was the way the maid avoided my eyes as she placed it on the tray.I’d thanked her softly, and the moment she left, I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the steam curl upward from the porcelain cup. Something inside me recoiled.It had been a long week . Carl had kissed me and I’d kissed him back. Then ran like a coward. I hadn’t even seen Tristan, and guilt weighed on my shoulders like a stone. Everything felt like it was tightening around me , the secrets, the betrayals, the past I thought I’d buried clawing its way back into the present.And now… this tea.I wrapped my arms around myself and stood, walking slowly to the window, pushing it open so