All Chapters of The Alpha King Hexed Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21: Redirected.Backy's POV.“Jimmy wake up and stop spraying sweet nothings to whatever unfortunate demon you're dreaming about!" I yelled, shaking him vigorously with a frown on my face.Jimmy's eyes snapped open, his eyes darting around, unfocused until his eyes landed on the sky outside the car window, the dark clouds forming a circle with thunder inside, as if a tornado with lightning inside was going to fall on us anytime . “I think I'm still dreaming, nevermind, I'm still dreaming." He said with a calm smile as Candy took a sharp turn, almost sending us tumbling but she quickly got hold of the steering wheel and stepped on it. I slapped him hard across the face and with his quick reflex, he slapped me back, snapping both of us back into reality. Jimmy blinked at me. “Did… did we just slap each other awake?”“Welcome back to hell,” I snapped, grabbing the dashboard as the jeep jolted again. “Now focus!”Outside, the world was folding in on itself.The sky had turned i

Chapter 23: So What Now?Becky's POV Returning to work after nearly getting erased by my past self and a cosmic Gate felt… underwhelming. Especially when the first thing I saw at my desk was Mira — sitting exactly where I’d left her. Dressed in pristine beige like she worked for a skincare commercial. Same smug smile. Same judging eyes.And yes, she was still breathing. Tragically.“Ever since I returned to the pack house and to work, trying to resume my life before the whole Gate and Nethara shit was known. I still don't get why this brat is here and not somewhere else. For instance under a forgotten land or six feet under any ground,” I muttered mentally, snapping my third pencil of the day in half without even realizing it. Still 9:47 a.m. Fantastic.“Give her a break,” Lora yawned lazily in my head. “She thinks her only brother and her Luna-title lottery ticket is slipping away.”“And?”“It is.” She actually purred.Mira glanced up from her perfectly useless spreadsheet. “Oh, Bec

Chapter 25: You Can’t Just Coffee Your Way Into My SoulBecky’s POVA FEW HOURS EARLIER I woke up feeling like I’d been steamrolled by a planet.Every joint ached. My brain was foggy. Even my eyelids hurt, and I didn’t know that was biologically possible. My wolf, Lora, was quiet—too quiet—which was how I knew she was just as drained as I was.Twenty-four hours. That’s how long I’d apparently slept.After almost dying.But here I was. Alive. Kinda.“Beckira,” Lora whispered, voice dry and hoarse. “I feel like soup. And not in a cozy way. In a ‘please put us back in the freezer’ way.”Same, girl.Dragging myself out of bed was a mistake. Every step felt like my bones were made of wet cardboard. My shirt clung to me weirdly, and my hair had decided to form its own sentient clumps of rebellion. I didn’t even bother brushing it—I just threw on a hoodie, pulled the sleeves over my hands, and shuffled toward the kitchen like a cursed forest gremlin in search of caffeine.I didn’t expect an

Chapter 27: The Quiet Before the Reckoning.Becky’s POVI returned to the office with dust in my hair and the weight of blood magic under my skin.No one noticed.Or if they did, they were too used to pretending not to.Mira was gone—thank the stars—but the scent of her perfume still lingered like bad decisions and expensive denial. I sat at my desk, powered up my terminal, and stared at my screen for… I don’t even know how long.Emails blurred into nonsense. Reports I was supposed to approve might as well have been written in Old Draconic. I think I nodded at someone. Maybe even signed something. But my mind was elsewhere.Locked in that storage room.On that name.Beckira.I kept hearing it in my head. Over and over again like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. It didn’t even feel real yet, not fully. Like a ghost of someone I used to be—someone I was supposed to be—before someone got scared and rewrote my entire existence.I didn’t tell anyone what I found.Not Jimmy or the twin

Chapter 29: Shadows and Half-Truths.Becky’s POVIt was past midnight when I made it back to the pack house, the kind of late that made your footsteps feel louder than they should and every creak in the floorlboards sound like a siren.I’d parked two streets down just to avoid the guards at the gate. Not because I was doing anything wrong—technically—but because explaining how I spent twelve hours in a cursed basement with my Chaos Coven searching for a dead witch and a codename sounded like a guaranteed way to trigger a full-scale intervention.My boots were in my hand, my jacket wrapped tight around my waist, and my breath held like it owed me money. I moved through the shadows like I belonged to them, hugging the walls, avoiding the moonlight pouring through the tall arched windows.The house was mostly asleep—mostly. A few lights flickered faintly on the lower floors. Kitchen. One of the side offices. Probably guards who couldn’t sleep or kitchen staff prepping for tomorrow’s ungo