Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Scent : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Elara's POV)The silk of my dress felt like a cage against my skin, the deep emerald fabric a stark contrast to the muted grays in my soul. I stood before the full-length mirror, my reflection a stranger staring back with haunted eyes. The gentle curve of my four-month-pregnant belly was a betrayal, a mocking reminder of the hope I’d dared to harbor, hope now buried beneath layers of disappointment and pain.“Elara, are you even listening?” His voice, sharp and cold as chipped ice, sliced through the silence of the bedroom. I turned, forcing a neutral expression onto my face as I faced him. Damon, my husband— my Alpha— stood by the door, his tall frame radiating an effortless power that always made him the center of any room. His midnight-black hair was perfectly styled, his jaw set with an impatience that was becoming all too familiar. His eyes, a striking shade of brown, swept over me with thinly disguised disdain."Of course," I replied, my voice, a practiced calm. “I was just adj

(Elara's POV)The antiseptic air of the hospital clung to me, a sterile blanket against the chill that had settled deep in my bones. Sunlight, filtered through the blinds, painted stripes across the pale linoleum floor, mocking the vibrancy I felt was draining from my own life. It had been five days since Damon's fury had turned my throat into a bruised and aching mess, five days since his Alpha power had squeezed the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping and terrified. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. That was the cold, hard truth of being Elara, the omega wife of alpha Damon.I ran a hand over my still-tender neck, the faint ghost of his anger a constant reminder. It was always the same: a flicker of displeasure in his eyes, then the rush of his dominance, a power that felt like being crushed beneath tons of stone. And afterwards, the same sneer, the same disgusted pronouncements on the weakness and uselessness of omegas. These days, I felt like a broken vase,

(Elara's POV)The alley was a blur of senses, a cacophony of growls and the metallic tang of blood, but everything seemed muted, distant. It was like watching a movie of myself, a dark and raw performance playing out before my eyes. My body was a puppet, strings pulled by something ancient and powerful, and I was merely the audience. I still felt the echo of the power that had erupted, still felt the thrumming heat in my veins. But now, it subsided, shifting focus, redirected. The now dead rogues were no longer my immediate concern.My attention, or rather, my body's attention, zeroed in on the still form of the Alpha lying on the grimy concrete. He was a mess of cuts and bruises, his breathing shallow and ragged. The scent of his blood was overwhelming, a metallic tang that triggered something deep within me, a primal urge to protect, to mend.Without conscious thought, I moved. My hands, no longer fists of raw energy but gentler, cradled his head, lifting his heavy form slightly. A

(Elara's POV)I felt a strong pull towards this man, a connection that defied logic and reason. It was intoxicating, dangerous, and utterly wrong."I should go," I said abruptly, dragging my feet backwards. "I have to get back home."Kaelen's expression hardened slightly. "Home? Oh, I'm sorry, I thought the moon goddess gave you to me."“I know you see it even though you pretend not to, I'm pregnant.”“Yeah,” he mumbled, looking down at my obvious baby bump. “So, where's your home, I would take you there.”"I… it's not far," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.He reached out, gently tilting my chin up so I was forced to meet his eyes. "You ran away, didn't you?" he said softly, his voice laced with a surprising understanding. "Something happened, and you ran. I could tell with your tone, you don't sound like you want to go back home."I swallowed hard, the truth undeniable in his perceptive gaze. "Yes.""Tell me," he urged, his voice a low murmur."It doesn't matter," I replied, pushing pas

(Elara's POV)Today, yet again is one of those parties held in my pack, hosted by Damon, the only thing I've ever known him to love is parties. So since the moment he became the Alpha of our pack, the pack hall became a party hall as he's always hosting parties after parties. A wave of nausea had hit me when I walked into the hall and saw him dancing with Seraphina, the woman he was in our matrimonial bed with on the day I confirmed my babies’ gender. I had ran out to relieve my disgusted guts.The moment I stepped back into the massive foyer of the pack house, I could feel eyes on me—the scrutinizing stares of pack members like knives against my skin, each judgment digging deeper into the raw agony I felt. The scent of homey meals wafted through the air, almost suffocating, and I could hear the laughter of children echoing from a nearby room. Yet, none of it felt like home to me anymore. My heart raced, twisting with each pulse that echoed the memory of Damon in that bed, that woman