All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Isla’s POV I smiled at my reflection again, turning slightly from side to side as if the mirror might suddenly reveal something I had missed. This wasn't Killian's room, this is the Pack's grand hall dressing room. The gown flowed perfectly. The silver threads along the fabric shined like captured moonlight. I adjusted the necklace just to calm the nervous flutter in my chest that refused to settle. A soft knock came at the door, followed by it opening before I could respond. “Oh gosh,” I said with a playful sigh, “you’re breaking the rules. You’re not supposed to see me until the priest calls me out of the dressing room to join you on the podium.” Still no answer, that made me turn. Killian stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He wasn’t smiling the way a groom about to be married should. He was scanning the room.

Liam’s POV “It’s a great thing to see you again, Daphne,” I said warmly, watching her laugh at something Killian had just whispered to Isla. She turned toward me with that familiar spark in her eyes, the same mischievous brightness she’s always had. “Liam,” she breathed dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “The pack’s most overworked Beta finally smiles.” “Only on rare diplomatic occasions,” I replied dryly, though the corner of my mouth lifted. Thorne let out a low chuckle beside her. “The legendary Beta Liam,” he said with mock reverence before extending his hand toward me. I clasped it firmly, returning the smile. “Legendary sounds exaggerated,” I said calmly. “Survived three border wars, reorganized the eastern patrol in under a week, and once negotiated peace while bleeding from the shoulder,” Thorne listed casually. “That’s legendary enough.” Dap

Killian’s POVI stood near the window, jacket off, sleeves rolled halfway up my forearms, watching her reflection in the mirror rather than staring outright.Isla reached behind her slowly, unzipping the back of her gown. The fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her feet like liquid silver.“I believe Liam’s disappearance has something to do with Calista,” I said evenly. “And you’ve been unusually close to him these past few days.”She stepped out of the dress, bending to pick it up without urgency.“I know what you’re driving at,” she replied, her voice tired rather than defensive. “But it would be better to hear you say it.”There was strain in her tone. She had been stressed all day, searching, questioning guards. “You know about Liam’s disappearance,” I continued, my voice lower now. “And you surely know whatever secret he’s keeping from me.”She turned slowly. Her expression wasn’t guilty, she felt offended, “So you’re trying to say,” she began carefully, “that I know

IslaI laughed like a careless child as I tickled him mercilessly beneath the tangled bedsheets that barely covered our intertwined bodies.Killian tried to shield himself, but his deep laughter only encouraged me to continue my attack with even more determination.“You cheater,” I accused playfully as I smacked his shoulder lightly after he shamelessly used his teeth to steal the chip I had just placed into my mouth.His grin widened with unapologetic victory, crumbs still at the corner of his lips as he leaned back against the pillows.“You should have guarded it better,” he replied teasingly, his voice thick with amusement as his fingers absentmindedly brushed strands of hair away from my face.I narrowed my eyes at him dramatically before reaching for another chip from the bowl resting between us on the bed.“You are unbelievable, Killian,” I muttered, though my smile betrayed how much I adored moments like this.The warmth between us felt fragile and precious, especially after ev

Liam’s POV“And if Calista is telling the truth,” I finished quietly, my voice hollowed by conflict, “then the only way to free my mother… is through your Luna.”The wind howled violently across the cliffs, as though the sea itself rejected the bargain that had just been spoken aloud.Before either of them could respond, a slow clap echoed from somewhere behind us.“Well,” a familiar voice drawled smoothly, each syllable coated in amusement, “it is refreshing to see honesty finally take center stage.”Every muscle in my body went rigid. Killian turned first, his expression darkening instantly.From the shadows near the parked vehicle, Calista stepped forward with infuriating elegance, her dark coat flowing behind her as though the wind itself obeyed her command.Her silver hair shimmered faintly under the fading light, and her eyes glowed with quiet triumph.“I must say,” she continued casually, tilting her head slightly as she examined us like pieces on a chessboard, “family reunions