Todos los capítulos de Married To The crippled Alpha : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Rosalia's POVThe scent hit me before my eyes fluttered open, and for a moment I forgot where I was. A blanket was wrapped on my shoulders, one that had a strong male scent which reminded me of his cologne.Then I remembered it was Brad's penthouse. I couldn't recall when I fell asleep but the spot next to me was empty.I snuggled deeper into the blanket with a quiet sigh, the kind that slips out when you’re safe and warm and don't want to move.A soft voice cut through the morning stillness.“Good morning, Rosalie.”I blinked up blearily, leaning forward I caught him on the counter next to the kitchen.Something smelled so goddamn delicious.Brad walked towards me and my eyes popped beneath the apron. He was shirtless, bathed in a subtle red glow from the rising sun reflecting off the tall windows. It painted a warm hue across his skin, his large frame somehow even more intimidating and handsome in the light. My throat tightened.It just wasn't what was in the kitchen that stirred

Rosalia's POV I burst out laughing at his reaction. “You needed to hear it too I won't lie” “You said it back?” He questioned sheepishly. “Of course I did, you are always here for me Brad, I will always love you as a friend” His lips formed a small ‘o’ before raking his hand over his face. “As a friend, yeah that's what I meant” He looked away awkwardly. J He didn't like me seeing him vulnerable, I could tell something was bothering him but didn't know how to address it. “One day we should drink together, I'll make sure to set up a camera so we could laugh our asses later” “Hell no!” He exhaled loudly through his nose, clearly mortified. “I’m never drinking again.” I smiled, but the laughter faded as I studied his face. There was something else beneath that awkward grin. “Honestly,” I said gently, “ I felt guilty, a lot of times I don't bother to ask if you're doing fine but you always make sure I am.” “You don't have to look at it that way, a friend in need is a fr

Rosalia’s POV I didn't give much after his utterance of things, presuming everything goes well that is. Fate had a way of twisting things and making me look like a bad person all over again. With a sigh, I tried not to think much about it, the earlier euphoria of the discovery Daphne might be lying gone. In the end he had once loved her, he wanted to be with her, I might as well be the villain in the situation. They lied about the mate ties. It wasn't anything romantic and dreamy, it was a trauma link. A bond that weaved fantasy into our heads and manipulated us to want one another. Our marriage was and might always be hollow. Those moments we shared were only because of the mate bond. I was half-certain if Nathan had a choice…. If any of us had a choice we wouldn't be connected. My fingers toyed with the hem of my sleeve as Brad drove us back to the pack territory. It was easier to blame someone. But no matter how many ways I spun it, the reality was Nathan deserved

Rosalia's POV I held my breath behind the curtain, I didn't bother looking at them worried she might spot me. They spoke for a few more seconds, their words drowned in the alarms blaring from the speakers. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps retreating. I peeked out, cautiously just in case and let out a sigh. They were gone. But another sound made me jump, the man on the bed… presumed to be Klaus began growling and his body began to convulse. The other man remained still which made me worried despite the fact I didn't know who he was. His head lolled forward, then snapped back as if pulled by invisible strings. The bed creaked beneath him, bolts whining. Had they done something to him. There was no way to help so I backed up, ready to bolt. But then his head turned toward me. His eyes though dazed and half-lidded locked onto mine. “Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and barely audible over the sirens. “Help me.” I froze. How did he see me? I had been s

Rosalia's POV I was shaking. This had to be a dream… no a nightmare. It had to be. My skin irritated me in ways I couldn't explain. I was nauseous, the only thing keeping me from puking was the overwhelming fear and guilt. I didn’t know why I had done it. Why I’d taken from Daphne. Why I’d let it go that far. I had been doing so well, I thought I had control over it but I didn't. Maybe I wanted to hurt her. Maybe it was the drug that they had shot at me. But when it was over… when her blood was down my throat and her screams echoed in my ears—I felt better. That terrified me. I didn't even realize what I had done till people stepped into the scene. They looked at me and back at Daphne when she began sobbing and telling as many who wanted to hear the story she forged. Now I stood outside the ICU, arms wrapped around myself, nails digging into the thin fabric of my sleeves. . People were staring. Like I was some kind of monster and maybe I was. Their gazes burned