All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forgotten Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Rowan’s POV)I didn’t wait to hear another word form those old for nothing elders. As soon as the large doors of the council room slammed shut behind me, I stormed through the halls like I was angry at everything. My were fists clenched at my sides like I was ready to start throwing punches.My blood was still boiling and myy wolf was snarling in the back of my mind. My body felt like it was ready to combust. Rage hummed in my bones, licking like fire beneath my skin, and I needed to let it out before it consumed me.They had no right—no right—to corner me like that.To try to dictate who I marry. Who I breed with. What future I choose.They forgot who the hell I was.I tore off my blazer and yanked open the double doors that led outside. The cool breeze kissed my heated skin, but it did little to cool me. I stalked straight toward the training grounds where several warriors were already sparring, laughter and grunts echoing across the open space.They stopped when they saw me coming

(Calla’s POV)One hour ago…I was trying to focus on the book in my hands, but the words might as well have been written in an ancient tongue. Nothing stuck. My eyes traced each sentence without meaning, my mind wandering far beyond the pages.The breeze blew gently through the open window, fluttering the sheer curtains. From where I sat in my small corner of Rowan’s vast territory, I could hear the distant clinks of wooden swords, the shouts and grunts of men testing each other’s strength.Freya appeared in the doorway without knocking—because of course she never knocked—and crossed her arms.“I know that look,” she said. “You’re restless.”I glanced at her. “I’m fine.”She snorted. “Liar.”I raised a brow. “What are you here for, Freya?”She walked in, her expression shifting from amused to serious. “The council met with Rowan. They cornered him. And it’s not looking good.”That got my full attention. I closed the book and sat upright. “What do you mean cornered?” Maybe I should act

(Calla’s POV)They think that I am the stranger. A visitor. A nothing woman with a dubious past and a bastard son clinging to her arm.They have no idea who just crossed into their world.They will soon enough.This day was not the same. The wind carried the smell of war, and I was the storm that they themselves did not know they had awakened.The atmosphere itself hummed with anticipation, as if the buildings themselves of this complex could feel what was coming. Even the servants cowered around me differently, forced, as though they were being pursued by something they could not quite define.I leaned against the window, watching early morning mist roll over the pine trees. The horizon was still, falsely peaceful. I curled my fingers around the edge of the glass and for a moment, I allowed myself to remember another such morning. Five years ago, when I had been at another window in this castle, just married and hopeful, trusting promises that dissolved like ash in my hand.The memo

(Calla’s POV)The silence in the corridor felt like a prelude to a war drum. The soft rustle of silk, the click of boots, the distant echo of guards clearing the way—we were walking into a room where the game was finally tilting back in my favor.Knox led the way with that Alpha stride of his. His posture was composed, firm, but I could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface. I walked behind him with Asher beside me—his little hand clutching mine tightly, his tiny jaw squared in that familiar way that reminded me he was Rowan’s son in every way that mattered.Behind us trailed the two maids I’d allowed to dress me up in the guest wing. Freya had insisted I at least appear like I was someone of importance, and after everything, I supposed she was right. Behind them came the guards, positioned like shadows, ever watchful.I felt their gazes, those curious, confused, cautious stares.Good.Let them wonder.Let them squirm.Let them try to guess who the masked woman walking b

(Calla's POV)That silence that descended on the big hall when Rowan rose was stifling. It wasn't calm quietness of reflection or expectant stillness before happiness, it was stifling, heavy quietness before storms, the sort that left even the most battle-hardened wolves fidgeting in their seats and questioning whether they should make a run for it.I sat still and rigid, back straight as a knife and chin uplifted with the sort of pride I'd learned in decades of surviving courts a good deal more lethal than this one. My fingers traced slow over the darkness blue of my dress, silk worth more than most made in a month and which I'd consciously picked for this moment, for this discovery. Every detail had been considered, from the cut that highlighted me without being risqué, to the colour that would look best with my silver hair when the time finally came to reveal it.Asher's small hand rested in mine, his thumb rubbing back and forth across my palm with the kind of easy tranquillity t