All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forgotten Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

(Calla’s POV) The night was filled with silence, the type that stock to someone's skin and crept into the bones. I sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the moonlight that was reflecting in through the curtains. My mind had not been calm, and i was restless all evening. My heart was beating heavily as if the rhythm had lost. Something in me knew that Rowan was close to finding out. I had felt the shift in the air when he left earlier, the weight of questions he had not asked yet. He was hunting the truth now. I could almost taste it, it was metallic and sharp, it remained in my throat. For so many years, I told myself that I could live with the half-life I had been given. To raise Asher up quietly, and to accept the whispers and the loneliness. To keep him safe, no matter what it cost me. But Rowan’s return had cracked that fragile acceptance. He was very close now, circling all the memories I prayed not to return. I wrapped my arms around myself, to calm myself dow as if th

(Rowan’s POV)The thought of Calla, big with child, walking away from the only home she had known made me sick. Where did she go? How did she make it? Did she have anyone to help her when the time came? Or did she bring my son into the world alone, with no hand to hold, no voice to tell her everything would be okay?I felt sick. My chest moved up and down as I tried to breathe. The tavern swam in front of my eyes. The faces of strangers turned into nothing. The smell of ale and dirty bodies pressed in on me.How do you face the woman you have hurt like this? How do you look her in the eye knowing you made promises you didn't even remember making? That she carried the weight of both your bond and your child alone? What words could possibly be enough?I'm sorry it did not seem like enough. I forgot you sounded like the worst excuse in the world, even if it was true. I love you, did I even have the right to say that anymore? When I could not remember loving her, could not remember the mo

(Calla’s POV)When Rowan finally left, the silence he left behind was deafening.The walls of my room felt too tight, as if they had absorbed the weight of every word we’d just exchanged. His pleas still rang in my ears—his voice breaking, his hands trembling, his eyes searching mine like a man drowning who had just realized the sea belonged to him all along. And yet, even now, even knowing what he claimed, the ache in my chest only sharpened.I collapsed onto the bed, my body folding in on itself as though it had carried too much for too long. The sobs came, ugly and raw, tearing their way out of me. I pressed my palms against my face, trying to muffle them, but the sound still filled the room.I thought of all the nights I had cried alone before—back when Elira paraded her triumph, when whispers in the corridors painted me as the discarded girl, when Rowan’s indifference was worse than any blade. But this felt different. Back then, there was anger to shield me. Rage had been my armo