All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Thorne’s POVI turned to walk away, but Isla’s hand closed firmly around my arm. The touch stopped me cold. I looked back at her slowly, unsure of what she wanted, unsure of what I still deserved.“Let me go, Isla,” I said, my voice worn thin. “My part in this is finished.”“No,” she replied softly, a small smile breaking through the tears on her face. “It’s only just begun.”I frowned, confused.“For a long time,” she continued, “I was afraid. Afraid that if you ever chose to stand against me, if you decided to fight me for the throne my father left behind, I wouldn’t know who to trust. I thought I would be alone. I thought there was no one strong enough, loyal enough, to stand beside me without wanting to replace me.”Her grip tightened slightly, as if she feared I might still slip away.“But you proved me wrong,” she said. “You didn’t turn against me. You didn’t run. You stood with me when everything was burning.

Liam’s POV “Let me handle this, Alpha,” I said firmly. Killian paused, then slowly stepped back, the fury in his eyes cooling just enough for him to regain control. “Sparing his life is not one of the thousands of things I expect you to do to him,” he said coldly, before turning on his heel and storming away. “Liam, I’m sure you can persuade him to…” Isla began, her voice tight with worry. “That’s enough,” I cut in sharply. She stopped short, clearly startled. “On what grounds are you pleading for this man?” I demanded, my anger spilling over. “What reason do you have to beg for his life? Do you even realize what you’re doing?” I gestured toward Grayson, who was still slumped on the ground, blood on his mouth, fear in his eyes. “Every word you speak in his defense only fuels the Alpha’s rage. You’re not protecting him, you’re provoking Killian.”

Isla’s POVThe morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, but it did nothing to quiet the heaviness in my chest.In three days, I will be Luna.Killian’s Luna.The words still felt strange in my mouth, like a future I had spoken into existence without fully understanding the weight of it. The pack was already buzzing with preparations,.ceremonial banners being stitched, elders arguing over rites, warriors polishing blades that wouldn’t be used. Everything was moving forward, whether I was ready or not.I stood by the window for a long time, watching the mist lift from the forest. This was no longer Blackwood. These trees did not know my father. The wind here did not carry his voice. And yet… I was expected to belong.A knock sounded at the door.“Come in,” I said.Killian stepped inside, already dressed for the day, authority sitting on his shoulders as naturally as breath.

Isla’s POVI was halfway through chopping vegetables for dinner when I heard the door close softly behind me, the sound was too opened calmly to belong to any servant.I did not turn immediately because I already knew who it was, and the familiarity should have calmed me.Instead, something in my chest tightened before I could explain why. I just felt like maybe Calista came back because I've been thinking about her.I felt him step closer, felt the warmth of his body behind mine, and then his mouth brushed lightly against the side of my neck in a gesture that was meant to be affectionate.My body reacted before my thoughts caught up with reality.I spun around with the knife still in my hand and threw it without thinking.The blade never reached his chest because he caught it with his palm. That was when I realized what I had done.“Killian,” I breathed out in horror, my stomach dropping as I rushed toward him.A thin line of blood slid across his palm and down toward his wrist, brig

Isla’s POVTears blurred my reflection as I stood before the mirror, fingers trembling slightly while I adjusted the silver necklace resting against my collarbone.The clasp refused to sit straight, or maybe it was my hands that refused to steady.Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.The kind of day little girls imagine when they are too young to understand that fairy tales often demand blood before they offer crowns.I inhaled slowly, trying to quiet the ache swelling in my chest, but memories have never respected timing. They come when they want.I grew up believing I had a mother and father who would always stand beside me. I believed in bedtime kisses, in protection, in the safety of being wanted, only to discover later that both of them had been far from me.My whole memory of parenthood was a lie. I was adopted without my conscience and I don't even know how I got there.There is a sp