Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Isla’s POV “Get me the pen. Read the news aloud. Brew me a coffee. Can you please help me with this?” Killian rattled off, not even looking up from the papers spread in front of him.I stood there holding three different folders, a half empty mug, and the pen he’d forgotten he already had tucked behind his ear. “Killian,” I said, “I’m one person.”“And I’m drowning,” he muttered, flipping a page like it personally offended him. “So hand me the pen.”I dropped the folders on the desk, reached out, and plucked the pen from behind his ear. He froze.“…oh.”“Yeah,” I said. “Oh.”He sighed, leaned back, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Just… just read the news.”“It’s yesterday’s paper.”“Then read it dramatically,” he said, waving a hand at me like that solved the problem.I wanted to hit him with it.It had been like this for two weeks, Killian keeping himself buried in anything

Isla’s POV Before I could yank my hand free, a shadow slid across the table.Grayson’s fingers closed around the man’s wrist, prying it off me with a calmness that didn’t match the tension in his shoulders.“That’s enough,” Grayson said, voice quiet, almost polite.The man jerked back, annoyed rather than intimidated. “Mind your business.”Grayson tilted his head, almost amused. “You put your hand on the wrong woman. That makes it my business.”Instead of backing down, the man shoved to his feet, puffed up by the cheap liquor and whatever pride he had left. “And what are you gonna do about it?”Grayson smiled, almost friendly.That was the only warning.His fist connected with the man’s jaw before anyone could blink. The hit sent the guy stumbling back into a table, knocking over glasses. Conversations died instantly. Music kept playing, but the room’s attention snapped to us like a pulled thread.

Killian’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, knotting my tie, stealing glances at Isla sleeping on the bed. She’d knocked out right after dinner, right after I’d been busy pointing out constellations like a fool in love.I kept smiling at my own reflection, thinking of her then paused. Something shifted behind me.My eyes narrowed. I leaned closer to the mirror. Nothing. But I knew I’d seen something.I turned around slowly.The door which was closed a moment ago was now open. Just open. No footsteps. No sound.A chill crawled up my spine.I grabbed the gun from the drawer without a second thought.I stepped out into the hall and barely made it two paces when the door slammed behind me.I spun, grabbed the handle, tried forcing it open but it wouldn’t budge. I threw my weight into it, shoulder first, jaw clenched, but it held like someone was bracing it from the other side.Then som

Liam’s POV After what felt like forever trapped inside the car, watching time crawl instead of move, I finally saw the front door open. Daphne stepped out first, keys already in hand, Tasha close behind her, laughing about something I couldn’t hear. Mia followed last.They moved together toward Daphne’s car. I stayed where I was, engine off, watching. Daphne unlocked the doors, Tasha slid into the passenger seat, and Mia leaned in through the window to say something that made them both grin.Then the doors shut, the engine came alive, and the car rolled down the street.Mia stood there alone.I waited until the car disappeared completely, until the street returned to stillness, before opening my door. I stepped out slowly, dipping my hand into my jacket out of habit more than intention, and walked toward her.She turned when she heard my footsteps.“I hope I’m not the one stopping you from going out with them,

Isla’s POV I was awake before the alarm even had a chance to go off, my body stirring on its own as if it already knew sleep would be pointless. Curiosity sat heavy on my chest, louder than any ringing clock could have been. No matter how hard I tried to lie still, my thoughts kept circling back to one thing, replaying Thorne’s words over and over until they felt carved into my mind.I rolled onto my side, staring ahead, unable to shake the urge pulling at me. Whoever this daughter was, whoever Thorne claimed to have found, must be me.The night before hadn’t offered answers, only questions, and they followed me into the early hours, refusing to loosen their grip.By the time I finally sat up, fully awake, there was no trace of sleep left in me. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t calm. I was waiting. Waiting to see the truth he spoke of, waiting to see the daughter Thorne said he found.“Are you curious if it's you?” Killian as