All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ariana's POVIt’s been over a week since Isla disappeared. Gone and erased like dust under velvet. But for some damn reason, I couldn’t shake this unease crawling along my skin like ants.She should be dead. That’s what the men I hired to eliminate the ones I originally sent after Isla told me. I didn’t want any loose ends—nothing that could ever be traced back to me.They returned with confident smirks, even bringing back Isla’s torn scarf as proof. I’d paid them to make her vanish, to ensure Redridge wouldn’t be linked if the Blackwoods ever came sniffing around. I wanted it clean, silent and final. So why did I still feel like someone was watching me from every angle I turned?I keep having this nagging feeling that Isla’s still out there somewhere. But then I remind myself—if she’s anywhere at all, it’s six feet underground… or whatever’s left of her.The early morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, painting gold streaks across the walls of the bedroom. The soft rustle

Isla’s POVHis hands were strong and warm, cupping my cheeks as he gently turned my face to the side. I froze. Alpha Killian’s face was thunderous, his eyes blaring with a fire I hadn't seen before. It was terrifying... and oddly captivating.I blinked up at him, shocked by the intensity of his reaction. His gaze blazed with barely restrained fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I feared it might crack.I had assumed he knew Daphne slapped me. He was standing right there. He had seen the aftermath. Right?Apparently not.Killian’s voice came out low and firm, repeating the same words over and over as if saying them would make them any less real. “What did you just say Daphne did?” I gently dropped the paper bag on the sofa where I had been sitting before he came in.“It’s fine, Alpha,” I muttered, trying to push his arms away. His scent wrapped around me like smoke and pinewood, stealing my breath and clar

Isla's POV I wasn’t prepared for her. Killian has said I would be among the boards that would interview Daphne, like I would literally sit there and ask questions. If it had depended solely on me, I would have frowned and sent her out of the company. But even as much as Killian claimed to dislike her, being professional is a trait he wouldn't risk to ignore.The doors to the conference room opened and every molecule of air seemed to change. Daphne walked in as though the world had been waiting. Sharp heels, colder smile, eyes that flickered with possession when they landed on Killian.I told myself to sit straighter, to look unbothered, but my heart was hammering against my ribs.Some peacocks were whispering her name like it was divine, spoken with that caution people reserve for hurricanes. Daphne. The kind of woman you notice whether you want to or not. And here she was, striding toward Killian’s company interview table like she owned the building.Sincerely, if she hadn't messe

Isla's POV I sat in silence as he tugged his shirt over his head, muscles shifting under his skin, until the cloth came free. My breath caught when I saw them, angry red grooves running across his back, jagged and deep, my own teeth marks carved into him like some savage claim.Heat rushed to my face, not from guilt but from the mix of fury and shame twisting inside me. I had been too proud to cry out, too humiliated to let the workers see me on the shoulder of their mighty Alpha.So instead, I’d sunk my teeth into his flesh, clinging to the bitter thought that pain was the only protest left to me.But what unsettled me most was that he hadn’t flinched. Not once. Every time my teeth dug deeper, hoping to break past his indifference, he carried me as if I were weightless, as if my defiance was nothing but a child’s tantrum.The car ride after was wrapped in silence. The engine hummed, tires rolled across

Daphne's POV The cafe buzzed with idle chatter, but all I could hear was Tasha’s sharp, sugary voice cutting through the air.“I’m telling you, Daphne,” she said, leaning closer across the table, her manicured nails drumming against her cup. “I saw her. Isla. With Alpha Killian. At a hotel. And not in a way that looked innocent.”My chest tightened. “You saw them?”Tasha’s eyes glittered with the thrill of scandal. “Walking in together. Disappeared for hours. You know what that means. She’s a slut, playing her way into his bed, pretending she’s special.”Mia groaned, rolling her eyes as she stirred her tea. “Oh, Tasha, you love making storms out of the shadows. Stop exaggerating. Daphne, don’t listen to her, she probably saw nothing and twisted it into a fairytale.”But Tasha smirked. “Fairytales don’t leave receipts. I never delete my photos, remember?”Her phone glinted in the light as she slid it across the table. My fingers hovered above it, hesitant. I didn’t need to open the ga