บททั้งหมดของ The Forbidden Heiress : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Melany was dragged into the woods by a rogue, her screams muffled as she struggled to break free. She watched in horror as Alana was attacked, she cried for help echoing through the forest. Melany yelled and kicked, but the rogue's grip only tightened. It pulled her away from where Alana was , deeper into the trees, the canopy overhead growing thicker, blocking out any light. Finally, the rogue stopped in a small clearing, standing over Melany with its eyes fixed on her. But instead of attacking, it simply stood there for a moment before turning and running away, vanishing into the underbrush. Melany lay there, stunned and shaken, wondering why she had been spared. Without a second though , she ran through the woods, her chest tight and her hands shaking uncontrollably . The rogues had come out of nowhere. She had watched Alana fall. She had wanted to go back. She had tried. But the fear had taken over, and her body had moved on its own. She didn’t even know which direction she wa

It was day three, and Alana felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized she was healing faster than expected. Alana sat at the table with Sylas, watching as he served her a hearty meal. "You're healing well," he said, his eyes inspecting her face. "The wounds are closing up nicely."Alana nodded, taking a bite of the food. "Thanks to you," she said, trying to sound grateful.Sylas smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just glad.”Alana took another bite, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She knew she couldn't out smart him he had learned she was trying to escape. "So, we'll be leaving for Shadowbrook by 3 o'clock," Sylas said, glancing at his watch. "I have an errand to run before we leave. You can stay here and rest. I'll be back soon."Alana nodded, trying to appear cooperative. But in her mind, she was already planning her escape. “Trixx, can you sense any wolves or guards nearby”she asked her wolf.“ None that I can detect,”Trixx replied, her voice low a

Kayden's boots pounded the forest floor as he stormed away, his wolf Xander growling in frustration inside him. The mate bond between him and Alana pulsed with tension, like a raw nerve exposed to the air. Kayden's anger and hurt simmered just below the surface, fueled by the images of Alana with Braxton."Can you at least make me understand why you’re defending her?" Kayden snarled, his voice low and menacing. "After everything she did? You think she's innocent?"“ Of course I do,” Xander replied, his voice firm and unwavering.“ I feel it in my bones, Kayden. She's telling the truth.”Kayden's face twisted in anguish, his mind torn apart by conflicting emotions. Part of him, a small but insistent voice, urged him to listen to Alana, to believe her pleas of innocence. But the images, the evidence, and the betrayal he felt all pointed to her guilt."You're just blinded by the mate bond," Kayden spat, his anger boiling over. "It’s the one making you not think straight. It’s all a lie ,

Kayden staggered back a step, his breath caught in his throat. Pregnant? The word echoed in his mind like a gunshot. His heart pounded, not with anger at first, but disbelief. It didn’t make sense at all. He hadn’t touched or slept with Alana before , he Couldn’t touch her yet, to top it all up he had a curse lingering over him like a shadow and wasn’t even sure it would break after being with Alana. They had never crossed that line, never even come close. And yet, here he was, staring down the barrel of an impossible truth.Then it hit him like a train wreck, his hands trembled as the images flashed of Alana and Braxton and they rushed through his head like a storm. Braxton, standing shirtless , with his hands on Alana’s waist , and she stood in between his legs wearing nothing but underwear. Jealousy clawed at his chest, but deeper than that was confusion, betrayal... and a small, terrifying sliver of fear. “I want to see her,” he said tightly, his voice low but edged in steel

Kayden slammed the front door of the pack house shut behind him. The sound echoed through the halls like a gunshot, sharp and loud. But he didn’t care. He didn’t feel calm, and he wasn’t pretending anymore. He was angry, confused and hurting in ways he didn’t have words for. As he stepped into the living room, he stopped in his tracks. Everyone was there, everyone who had heard of the tragedy, we there waiting for him. His mother stood near the fireplace, her arms crossed, looking like she’d been waiting a while. His father stood beside her, quiet but alert. House workers hovered along the walls, their eyes down, pretending not to be listening, but they were. On the couches sat Melany, Lilith, and Nyra. Their postures were relaxed but their eyes were sharp , each with intentions, all watching him and patiently waiting. They all were. The room felt too full and loud, even in its silence. “Kayden.” She moved toward him with grace, her long silver-streaked hair tied back in a lo