All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Killian's POV I caught sight of Liam standing right at my entrance, almost like he’d been waiting long before I arrived. His posture gave him away, refusing to leave until he saw me. I stopped short, frowning.“What are you doing here, Liam?” I asked, my tone low but steady.He straightened, no hesitation in his reply. “Isla said you’re in despair. She begged me to try my best to make you smile.”For a second, I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it. Instead, my lips curved into something faint, a smile, though it carried no real vibes. “You don’t have to worry. It’s just something small. Nothing worth your concern.”I stepped to move past him, but he caught my shoulder, holding me there. His grip wasn’t disrespectful, but firm enough to make his point.“Liam,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, “do you realize what you’re doing right now? You’re stopping your Alpha.”His eyes didn’t waver. “A

Killian's POV By the time I stepped into the hotel lounge with Liam at my side, she was already there, a glass of wine in front of her like it had been poured hours ago and she’d been waiting just to make a point. Her back was straight, eyes fixed on the glass until she heard my steps. Then she looked up, lips curling the way they always did when she wanted to remind me she knew more than she should.I checked my watch. Just a few seconds left before nine. Without breaking her stare, I moved closer and slid into the chair opposite her. Liam followed, taking the seat beside me like he belonged there.Her smile faltered for half a breath before she spoke. “I thought you said you wanted privacy, Killian. Why is Liam here?” Her voice was sweet on the surface, but the edge underneath was sharper than broken glass.I leaned forward, folding my hands on the table. “That’s my brother.”She gave a low laugh, the kind that carried disbelief. “Brother?” She tilted her head, eyes flicking towa

Isla's POV I tried to keep myself from getting exploded by excitement, as we were about to step in, Killian locked his arms with mine and we entered. Stares, almost every influential person's eyes were on us. I stretched my ear trying to hear what they were saying. "Wow, is that Alpha Killian's lover? So beautiful!" I heard one of them say, probably an outsider. "And here comes the luckiest girl in the world." Another said. My ears blocked without my permission when I heard Arielle's voice, "This girl must have quite a charm to steal Alpha Killian's heart." I couldn't have misheard it, that was her voice. My eyes went red immediately, though I forced a smile to stay. Killian’s grip on my arm tightened, almost as if he sensed the shift in my chest. I dared not look in Arielle’s direction, though every nerve in my body screamed for me to. If I met her eyes now

Killian's POV The beeping hadn’t stopped ringing in my head, even after the guard’s scanner went still in front of Liam and the girl. At first, I thought it was another trick, another mistake. But when the guard demanded the mage, when the crowd leaned in like wolves scenting blood, I felt something twist hard in my chest.I watched her. Isla. The way her lips curved into that small smile, claiming innocence. And then the guard called for a volunteer.I should have stepped in. I should have ended it there. But before I could, Tasha slid forward, like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. Her voice, her arrogance, it irritated me. And when her hands came out holding those two golden mages, one in each palm, the hall detonated with whispers.My body went still.Two. Not one. Two.It was as if my spirit elevated from my body, voices clawing at my ears.“She’s the one!”“Right

Killian's POV I stood outside the cell with Liam. The corridor smelled like disinfectant, nothing comforting. Caleb’s five steps behind, carrying the box of vervain like it’s the most precious cargo in the world. I should be pacing. Instead I keep my hands in my pockets and count the tiles.Isla’s voice slides through the bars, flat and hateful. “Don’t stress yourself, Killian.” She smirks even though I can see the tremor in her jaw. “You can’t rescue me, and you’ll be a fool to try. I feel nothing for you. Nothing!”It’s the way she spits the words that tells me she’s not herself. She’s railing at me like she’s daring me to prove her wrong. But the set of her shoulders, the hollow cold in her eyes, that’s not Isla. I remember the girl who laughed at bad jokes and hid coffee rings with a stubborn hand. This lady before me is a puppet to a compulsion.“Shut up and wait for help,” I tell her. My voice is flat beca