All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isla's POV When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. My head felt heavy, like someone had dropped a stone inside it. Slowly, shapes started to come together.The first thing I noticed was a man crouching in front of a small fire. He was adjusting the mask on his face, pulling it tight, making sure it sat properly. The flames lit up the edges of his clothes and made his shadow dance on the wall.I turned my head to the side and saw Sheila. She was already awake, crying, her face wet and red. She kept twisting her wrists against the rope, but the more she pulled, the tighter it cut into her skin. Her breath came out fast, like she was panicking.“Sheila…” my voice cracked. She looked at me, her eyes wide, desperate.“I can’t get free,” she whispered, shaking her head hard. The rope around her hands was digging in deep.I tried moving mine. My wrists were tied behind the chair, the rope rough

Liam's POV No time to think. No time to ask questions. I slammed the gas, tires protesting as I cut through traffic. Horns, brakes, faces in other cars, none of it registered fear in me. There was only the road and the map on my screen and a number on the line that should have been hers.I told myself it might be a trap. I told myself to wait for backup. I ignored both thoughts. If there was one thing I’d learned in this life of running after scrapes and fixing mistakes, it was that hesitation kills. People die when you wait for permission.They’d asked me to come alone. Whoever sent that message wanted me to walk into a net with my hands empty. I didn’t come empty. Not by a long shot. I cleared out the trunk at a red light, and shoved in two pistols, extra mags, a crowbar, and a small bag with a couple of knives. Nothing flashy. Proper, efficient tools that don’t make noise.Some part of me hated that I’d

Isla's POV I lay still, my back pressed into the mattress, pretending to be lost in sleep. I ignored him again, lips barely twitching into the faintest smile under the cover. Then he tried again, softer. “Okay… can we just talk about what you wanted to tell me earlier? About proving Liam’s innocence?”That made me smile for real, though I kept my eyes shut. Finally, he wanted to listen.I shifted, sighing as though I’d just been roused from a heavy sleep. My voice came out rougher than intended. “You want the truth, Killian? Fine. I’ll give you the truth.”He straightened immediately, the mattress dipping from his weight leaning forward.“I was kidnapped,” I began, pulling the blanket tighter against my chest. “Dragged into their filthy den. It smelled of blood and dirt. They thought I would die eventually so they spilled the name of their leader. The guard who watched me said something, he said I was about to st

Liam's POV At a red light, I shoved the half burnt cigarette out the window, sparks scattering off the asphalt. My reflection stared back at me from the glass of the building across the street, hollow eyes, jaw clenched too tight. looked less like a Beta and more like some runaway thug. Maybe that’s all I was now.The airport signs showed up quicker than I expected. Blue arrows pointing me forward, spelling out Departures. Each one felt like a reminder that this was it, no turning back, no second chances.I drove straight into the parking area, chose a spot tucked in the far corner, away from families and business types loading their trunks.I killed the engine and just sat there for a moment. My hands rested on the steering wheel, still tense from the drive. For years I’d held the wheel of this pack, carried their problems, their wars, making sure their hot tempered Alpha never lost it. My patience has caused us not

Killian's POV “Go ahead, Isla,” I said, my voice carrying the edge I hadn’t used in months, not even when I was getting angry at Liam.This wasn't just angriness, fear wasn't far from me.The softness she’d seen earlier was gone. I wasn’t her companion now, I was the Alpha my people whispered about in fear.She froze, her eyes darting between me and Calista. Her hand shook as she finally placed it back into mine, the same hand she had refused minutes ago. I felt the tension in her grip, the hesitation, and I had to fight the instinct in me not to unleash what I’d been holding back at Calista. This wasn't Isla's fault.Calista’s lips curled, sharp and venomous. “Perhaps she should stay,” she said, voice like broken glass dragged over stone. “Let her hear of the filth you’ve buried. The treacheries. The blood you hide under your name. You bastard.” She spat the last word, her body trembling with a rage that didn’t look staged.