บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Isla’s POV For a moment, no one spoke.The compass didn’t just twitch, it settled, the needle locking into place. Thorne’s grip tightened around the object, his thumb brushing the rim as if to be sure it wasn’t playing tricks on him. Daphne stared at her finger, then at the compass, then back at Thorne, disbelief written plainly across her face.“That’s impossible,” she said. “I’m not from your damned pack.”Thorne didn’t answer her right away. His attention was fixed on the needle, his jaw clenched so tightly a vein stood out along his neck. “Blood doesn’t lie,” he said at last. “Names do. Records do. People do. But trust me, blood doesn’t.”Killian stepped forward, placing himself half a step between Thorne and Daphne. “You said the heir was lost,” he said. “Not living comfortably under another name.”“Lost doesn’t always mean living wretchedly or dead,” Thorne replied. “Sometimes it means hidden. Some

Liam’s POV Sleep never came. I lay there the entire night, staring into nothing, counting thoughts instead of hours. We were supposed to meet Calista, and the idea of seeing her again sat in my chest like unfinished business. I didn’t just want answers from her, I wanted blood. If Daphne truly was what Thorne believed she was, and Calista had carried that truth in silence all these years, then she’d made her choice long ago. I wouldn’t hesitate to make mine.A loud knock shattered the quiet.“Wait up, hot headed Beta!” Thorne’s voice followed, sharp and relentless, his fist banging against my door like he owned the place.I groaned, dragged the duvet off my body, and sat up. “Give me just five minutes,” I called back. “Five. Not a second less.”We’d been living under the same roof for a while now, by circumstance, not by agreement. Endless arguments, complaining about foods I poured my whole talent into making, clashing tempers, doors slammed more times than I could count. Still,

Liam’s POV I took the necklace from Killian slowly, like it might burn through my skin if I moved too fast. It felt heavier than it should, not by weight, but by meaning.“At what cost?” I asked, my eyes fixed on it. “What do you gain from this?”Calista tilted her head, lips curving into that familiar, unsettling smile. “Must there always be a price where I’m concerned?” she said lightly. “Your mother was my longtime friend. I’m willing to bring her back for you.”Her tone was playful, almost mocking, and it only made my grip tighten. Nothing about her generosity had ever come without blood.“Then tell me,” I said, lifting my gaze to hers, “what stopped you all these years? Why couldn’t you bring her back before now?”She laughed softly. “I haven’t seen that necklace in years, darling. How exactly did you expect me to perform a resurrection without it?”I looked down at the chain resting in my palm.And f

Liam’s POV I leaned against the side of the helicopter, arms folded, watching the guards move with practiced precision. Boxes locked. Weapons checked. No room for mistakes.Thorne’s voice carried too easily for a situation this loaded, and that alone made my jaw tighten.“Who knew I’d be heading back to my pack this early?” Thorne went on, grinning like this was some victory parade. “And with the great Alpha Killian himself.”Killian didn’t smile. He didn’t glare either. That was the problem. When he went quiet like that, it meant he was choosing control over instinct.Thorne turned slightly, adjusting his jacket. “Like I said earlier, it’s not really necessary you follow us,” he added casually. “She’s our Alpha now. I can guarantee her full safety.”I felt it then, the shift. In Killian.His shoulders squared. He turned to Thorne, eyes sharp, voice calm in a way that warned of violence better than shouting ever could.

Isla’s POVDaphne’s fingers trembled in his grasp.“I don’t know how to forgive a man who tried to erase me,” Daphne said at last, her voice low but steady. “I grew up believing I had a father somewhere, but my existence was a mistake everyone was trying to correct.”Her father stayed where he was, unmoving, as if standing would be a crime. “You have every right to hate me.”“I do,” she replied honestly. “But I’m tired of carrying it.”She pulled her hand free, not gently, not cruelly, just enough to remind him that forgiveness was not ownership. “I won’t forgive you today,” she said. “Maybe not tomorrow. But I won’t let what you did define who I become.”Something like relief crossed his face, mixed with pain so deep it seemed carved into him.“That is more mercy than I deserve,” he said.Thorne exhaled slowly, as though he’d been holding his breath since the truth first surfaced. He stepped forward, positioning himself between them, “The pack doesn’t need perfection,” he said. “It