All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Liam's POV Like she’d been waiting for me to finish brewing the coffee, the moment I set the pot aside, Isla stirred. She yawned, slow and lazy, as if she’d just woken from the deepest sleep of her life.Her hair was a mess, tangled across her face, and for a moment she just stared at me like she couldn’t place who I was or what she was doing there.I said nothing. I poured the coffee into a cup, placed it carefully on a tray, and walked it over to her. She was sitting on the couch, legs drawn up, her expression blank and distant. When I set the tray in front of her, she blinked once, twice, like her mind was trying to climb its way back into her body.She muttered a quiet thank you, her voice still hoarse from last night. Then she reached for the cup with both hands and took a small sip. For a while, that was all she did, drink, breathe, stare into nothing.Then, like something suddenly clicked, her head snapped up. Her eyes, half lidded moments ago, widened.“Did you…” she starte

Liam's POV “Pass.”The guard’s voice was strict, the same tone every man on duty seemed to wear today. He handed the last man his badge, and the poor fellow practically sprinted away, muttering something under his breath.Redridge had gone mad. Three days ago, they started checking every single living soul that tried to cross their borders. No vehicles passes through their border, it's either you forfeit it outside and walk in on your feet or you go back to wherever you're coming from.Whatever was happening here was ugly enough to make them this paranoid.The line ahead of us moved. I stood still, watching. Isla was right beside me, her hood drawn low, the cloak shadowing most of her face. She was nervous, I could feel her heartbeat from where I stood. She had the scent of someone trying to disappear.The guard in front, the one in charge of inspection, was all smirk and arrogance. He took the next lady

Liam's POV Dust came down slowly from the ceiling then I raised my head up and saw Isla hanging there.Isla dropped down into the shadows beside me with the soft sound of someone who'd practiced to be an assassin all her life. She came down smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes; there was something tight there, like a string pulled taut.“What were you doing?” I asked, bracing my hand on her shoulder to calm herShe blinked, as if surprised by the question. “They wanted to confirm if I followed you. A vampire came in, one of those people you tagged as dead human beings. He was looking for me.” She let the words hover, then laughed that small, brittle laugh. “I had to hide.”“A vampire?” My voice went flat. “How did you know that? You couldn’t smell blood in him, right?”She nodded, fingers finding the strap of the bag we’d brought. “No pulse. Nothing warm. He moved like a shadow with a purpose.

Liam's POV “Slow down, Liam!” Isla’s voice cut through the roar of the engine, sharp and panicked, but I barely heard her. My hand gripped the steering wheel tight. The tires skidded against the dirt road as I took a bend without slowing. “You’re not the only one eager to see what Killian’s doing in Daphne’s house!” she added, her voice climbing higher with each second.I didn’t bother replying. My mind wasn’t on her, it was on him. On what I’d overheard the guard say. On what that could possibly mean.We reached Daphne’s house faster than I thought we would. The moment the car screeched to a halt, I was out, the door slamming behind me. I didn’t wait for Isla. My boots hit the path leading to the gate, my pulse hammering hard enough to echo in my ears.“You really lost your gentleman attitude,” Isla called after me, catching up as she slammed her own door shut. “Are you sure they didn’t switch you with someone from the R

Liam's POV For a second, I thought I heard him wrong. The words felt like they were still trying to find a place to land in my head.“Killian…” I said slowly, searching his eyes. “What did you just say?”He swallowed hard, his jaw twitching as he avoided my stare. “Blood,” he repeated, his voice low but clearer this time. “It’s all I can think about. My throat burns. My head…”He clutched the side of his head, groaning softly. “It’s like fire crawling under my skin.”Isla and I exchanged a look. Hers was full of panic, mine was a storm I couldn’t name.“This doesn’t make sense,” I muttered under my breath. “The cure wasn’t supposed to do this.”“What cure?” Daphne snapped, stepping forward. “You poisoned him, didn’t you?”I turned on her so fast she flinched. “You think I’d poison my brother?”“Then explain what he’s turning into!” she shouted, her hands shaking as she pointed at him.Killian had fallen to his knees now, his breathing shallow. His hands pressed against the floor, hi