All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forgotten Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Calla's POV)There is a big difference between being scared for no reason and trusting your gut feelings. One comes from fear, the other comes from what you have learned. I had learned enough in this pack to know when someone was trying to get secrets they should not have.The knock on my door was soft but would not stop. Two quick knocks, then a pause.I did not answer immediately, instead i looked at Asher, who was seated on the red couch beside the window. He was watching birds fly across the sky outside.Maybe they were small birds dancing in the late afternoon sunlight that came through the thin curtains. The golden light made the silver parts of his hair shine like moonbeams.He did not notice how tense I got or how my back got straight. Every muscle in my body was tight with worry. The mother feeling that had kept us alive for three years was screaming warnings I could not ignore.I opened the door just enough to see three women standing there. They were lined up in a perfect

(Calla's POV)Rowan had barely exited the room when the silence he had created became overwhelmingly oppressive. Fuck me.I stood still, my feet by the dining table, my breath held, my body trembling in all the wrong ways. The recollection of his golden eyes imprinted like a handprint seared on my flesh. I could still feel his eyes strip me bare, still detect the dance of heat in the air when he caught the scent of what my body had betrayed.Damn it.I should have known better.I shouldn't have let him in.I shouldn't have cooked dinner, shouldn't have dropped my defenses by an inch. I had said it was strategy, get him comfortable, get him to talk, get the blood Asher needed without his ever being aware. But there, chatting with ease and the low vibration of his voice with my name, I had experienced the slide.I'd permitted myself to feel.And I was standing there now, gripping the edge of the table, fighting the attack between my legs like a war I wasn't willing to fight anymore.T

Rowan’s POVI slammed the door behind me like it would sever whatever invisible tether had wrapped itself around my throat. Like it would the tight hold of whatever spell or charms she had casted on me.It didn’t. Slamming the door was useless, and even walking away.Because I could still smell her.Still taste her in the air.Not her food—not the perfectly seasoned roast chicken or the rosemary rice or the honey-glazed carrots. No. It was her. Calla.Her skin was flushed pink from heat. Her scent—sweet, dark, dangerous—coiled around me like a memory I didn’t know I had. Like something that might have been a part of me once and now it was ready to take over my life and crush me to the lowest of all simp.And her slick…Goddess.It clung to the inside of my nostrils like they belonged there, like it was its refuge. It was thick and intoxicating that I knew for sure that I would definitely get high on them. My wolf, that fuckibg lunatic was still prowling beneath my skin, pacing behind

Calla’s POVI slowly cracked my eyes open as a long yawn escaped my lips, I eventually fell asleep again but at least this time, there were no hot and wet dreams of the man I should hate more than anything. That– I was thankful for.The soft early morning light seeped through the white curtains, they created a nice pattern on the wooden floor. They were almost shinning. I blinked up at the ceiling, confused at first by the softness of the sheets and the silence pressing in. No beeping machines. No sterile hospital air. Just the faint birdsong and Asher’s gentle breathing in the next room.I was still in the Alpha’s house.The truth of it settled on my chest like a weight—both warm and terrifying. We had done it. We had moved in.I rolled out of bed and slipped into a loose cream shirt and black leggings, twisting my hair into a loose knot. My body ached, not from exertion, but from the gnawing nerves that hadn’t stopped biting at me since the moment Rowan’s guards had opened those ga

(Rowan’s POV)I shouldn’t have come down here. That much was already clear.The moment I stepped into the South Parlor, I regretted it.Lena Creek sat draped across the chaise like she owned the damn pack. Pale legs crossed, deep crimson lips curled into a smirk, and eyes that were too calculating to ever be soft. She wore her ambition like perfume—thick, cloying, and impossible to ignore.“Rowan,” she purred, rising to her feet. “I was beginning to think you’d make me wait all day.”“You nearly did,” I muttered.She clicked her tongue and moved toward me, each step poised and theatrical. The maids stationed at the side bowed and stepped back, but Lena turned to them with a gracious smile.“Leave us,” she said sweetly. “This is… a private matter.”The guards glanced at me for confirmation.I nodded once. “Out. Everyone.”They bowed and disappeared quickly. The door shut with a quiet finality, locking us into a silence I had no interest in filling.She wasted no time.“I worry for you,