บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Isla's POV For the fifth time, I blew into the napkin, my nose burning. And for the fifth time, Liam muttered another “sorry,” like it was somehow his fault I had gotten this way. I glanced sideways at him, slouched awkwardly in the driver’s seat, hands gripping the wheel like the apology might’ve been a prayer he owed. “Stop apologizing,” I said, my voice half stuffed. “You didn’t summon winter down on me.” He shifted, clearing his throat, but didn’t answer. My head throbbed with the dull ache of everything, of the stupid cold, of the way my chest still heaved from that argument, of Killian standing at the door hearing my conversation with Daphne. I turned my face toward the window, napkin crumpled tight in my fist. I hated how weak I must’ve looked. Sick, sniffling, eyes still stinging with u

Isla's POV I don’t even know what was pushing me anymore. Maybe it was the silence after crying too much, maybe it was the way everything inside me felt heavy. I called out, “Liam.” He came in, wiping his hands with the last neat little napkin I never used here. “Yes, ma’am?” “I need a rope,” I said, blunt. His brows furrowed instantly. “A rope? For what exactly?” My chest tightened, but I forced myself to sound careless. “The window curtains. They’ve been loose for days, and it’s driving me insane. I can’t exactly be tripping over clothes like some blind bat, can I?” He didn’t look convinced. He actually tilted his head at me like he wanted to ask again, but I folded my arms and raised a brow. “Do I look like someone who makes jokes about curtains?” That got him moving. “Alright,” he muttered, shaking his head as he left. When he came back, h

Isla's POV “I just escaped death, Killian. You should know I need some space for myself.” My voice was low, trembling, but I forced the words out. I tried to sit upright on the bed, but his presence loomed over me. He wasn’t ready to let me go. His eyes burned, red rimmed, and his chest rose with uneven breaths. “So you can retry the mission you failed at, right?” he asked, voice rough. The way he said it, accusing, made my stomach twist. I was scared, a part of me flinched, wondering if his anger might spill over into something worse if I kept pushing. Still, the questions inside me refused to quiet down. I needed to know where I stood. I needed to know what I was to him. “This is my life, Killian!” I shouted, my voice breaking as I leaned forward, fists clenched in the blanket. “I can choose to take it or not. It doesn’t really matter to you or anyone else. No one loves

Killian's POV Smiling was all I could use to answer Isla’s pleas. Not because she was wrong, but because deep down, I knew I wasn’t going to change my mind. What I had decided for Liam was already sealed in my mind, and my wolf agreed with me this time. There was no fighting it. The harder part was pretending to Isla that I hadn’t made up my mind. “Killian, I’m telling you… if he had even a clue of what I wanted to do, he would’ve stopped me. He would’ve knocked me out cold if he had to. That’s Liam. You know that.” Her voice broke slightly, fragile fingers curling around my forearm like she could hold me back with touch alone. I looked down at her hand, so small against me, almost trembling. And for a second, a dangerous second, I almost gave in. I almost smiled and told her I’d listen. But no, my wolf growled right under my skin, and my own thoughts reminded me of the truth.

Isla's POV Killian woke up as I was putting on the last swipe of gloss. He blinked at me from the bed, hair a mess, voice still rough from sleep. “Are you going out?” he asked. “To see Liam,” I said, not looking away from the mirror. He hummed and folded his arms behind his head. “Oh. I almost forgot.” “Come with me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He shook his head. “Nah. I don’t need to see someone I won’t see again.” That landed like a slap. I clenched my jaw, kept my face neutral, and finished pinning my hair. I didn’t argue. I didn’t raise my voice. I just gave him a look, one that said I heard him, and I didn’t agree. He watched me for a beat longer, then turned away. I left anyway. Sheila was already leaning against the Bugatti when I stepped outside, arms folded, sunglasses perched on her head. She straightened the moment she saw me