บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Wrong Bride: Seraphine : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1: For The Family

Dante's POV"You'll marry her."No morning hello. No how's-your-shift. Just that—like it was as instinctive as ordering me to pull out a heart on the operating table.I didn't look up. Just kept tracing the rim of my glass, letting the silence hang between us like a third entity in the room."And if I don't?He walked as always—measured, polished, cold. Predator in a suit. "You will. We don't pair at random, Dante."I laughed, hard and acidic. "She's not my mate.""Doesn't matter.""It does to me.""That's your human," he said to me, voice as smooth as rocks over marble. "We don't let the beast have its way. We tame it."And there it was. That Volmore mantra. The type of ideology passed from teeth to throat. My father was not a man. He was a wolf that'd chewed out his own heart for the pack.He slid a file down the table. Thick. Surgical. Final.Stella Virello's face leered back at me as if she knew. As if she hated it as much as I did."She ran," I said."And we found her," he replie

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Chapter 2: Bridal Shop

The silence struck harder than a bullet.One thousand eyes looked at Liana as she moved down the aisle. Velvet carpet swallowed the whisper of her heels. Her gown shone like an illusion, a silk prison that sparkled under suspended chandeliers like moons in sorrow.Gasps spread through the crowd like music. Too tall. Too human. Too wrong.Lady Virello's fan slipped from her fingers. Smooth wood struck marble with a sudden, ringing crash. Her husband, Lord Virello, leaned forward in his chair, nostrils flaring, lips trembling with strained indignation."That is not Stella," he breathed into the air.At the back of the altar, Dante's jaw hardened. A muscle twitched in his cheek. His wolf stirred under his skin, a slow, growling roll of confusion and instinct. That wasn't her. That wasn't Stella. That was a human. A stranger.Then, it arrived. Like wind seeping through bone."Control yourself," his father's voice crept through the bond, not words precisely. Something older, wilder. A comm

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Chapter 3: The wedding

Liana's POV Nobody answered.They simply smiled, like they'd heard it all already. Like they already knew something about me."Come, Madam," the tallest one instructed, gesturing for me to follow. "For now you will take some rest."I followed him. Not because I believed him. Trust had packed its bags and departed hours earlier. I followed because the corridor stretched out before me like a condemnation, and I had nowhere else to turn.He stopped in front of a door that was too high, too lavish, as if it would engulf lesser people whole. Wood that glimmered like a mirror. Gold filigree that talked of nobility and other people's money.He opened it in a ceremony. "Please go to your room, Madam."My room?He went away without looking over his shoulder, and the door clicked behind me with a kind of finality that made the walls vibrate.I went in.The air was perfumed with money and secrets. Fresh, crisp, and icy. The carpet swallowed my footfalls as if I had no right to leave a mark. The

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Chapter 4: Kiss in Chaos

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Chapter 5: Lady Volmore

Liana's POVI feel my body move before I decide. My hands come up to his chest - light, hesitant - and I close in. Slowly. Softly. Instinctively.His lips are inches from mine.He doesn't move. Doesn't flicker an eyelid.But I do.I force my mouth onto his.It's not soft.It's not passionate.It's empty - a kiss with no heart.I don't know why I'm doing this. I just know I have to. Like something is tugging behind my ribcage. Like resisting would tear me in two.His breath catches. Barely.When I take a step back, something in his eyes has shifted. It's no longer cold. It's on fire.On fire with something that's dangerously close to hate.The claps crash over me like a wave I did not invite to drown me.I blink. Once. Twice. My lips. remain buzzing.What happened?I can still feel his mouth on mine. Warm. Insistent. Last. My stomach heaves so hard I'm sure I'll puke in front of all of these people. In front of the blinding lights, the throng of suited strangers, the wolves masqueradin

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Chapter 6: Who Is She?

Liana's POVHer eyes widened. Barely. A flash of confusion."Lady Volmore," she said again, more slowly this time, as if maybe I'd hit my head or maybe she thought I needed reminding.As if I'd made this decision.As if I'd become this.No. I crawled back away from her on all fours, like an animal trapped in a cage. "Don't you say that. Don't you" I started laughing once more. That awful laugh. The one that made the guards tense and glance at each other like I was something to fear. Like I was going to develop horns and claws at any second."I'm not no, no, no-I didn't agree to this. I didn't agree to this!"I fought to rise, stumbling on shaky legs like a baby fawn on wheels."I don't know what sick cult this is or what kind of Stepford Bride mind control I was under, but it's shattered now, you hear me? I am awake."No one moved.The whisper woman recoiled, hands up. "Miss. Perhaps you should lie down. I can show you to your rooms""I'll burn down your rooms."She flinched.A whispe

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Chapter 7: Punishable Offense

Dante POV The door opened a second later, and the man stepped inside. A guard, standing ramrod straight, his face impassive as always. He didn't say a word."Enoch," my father said without even glancing at the man. "Send him. Now."The guard nodded, expressionless, then stepped out the door.I stood there, fuming. My mind is racing with questions and fury that I couldn't quite direct. My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to scream, but I held my voice low instead. In check."Why?" I asked. "Why her? Why today? Why—the lie?My dad finally shifted to look at me, and as he did, the ferocity of his stare was shackles around my body. He crossed his arms slowly, his eyes narrowing into a slit."I don't know what you're asking me for, Dante," he said, his tone softer than a whisper, but every syllable cutting deep. "But let me make one thing certain: if you're here to fight me, we're both wasting our time." His gaze locked onto mine, unblinking and unflinching. "Nothing will be decided in

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Chapter 8: No face No shame

Dante's POVRest. The term rested on the tip of my tongue, stiff and cold as ash. I wanted to say something—something—shatter the room. My fists, though, were still bunched up next to me, balls forming to rip apart my something, something."You've had enough." My Father announced as our eyes locked, parted, cold. "We'll take care of this. Return to your quarters. Not the time for further questions."There it was—the dismissal. The one that angered me. But he was in the right. Not exactly. I needed something from him, something I would not get screaming orders with clenched fists. So I bit the frustration in half, gulped it like a rock."Fine." Low, strained. I couldn't look at him anymore. If I did, something I couldn't take back would vomit from my lips. Something that would rip apart whatever tenuous thread of control I still maintained.I started to leave before I could, but his voice wrapped around me, cold manacles. "Rest, Dante. I'll talk to the Virellos. You'll get your answers.

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Chapter 9: Sorted for

Wake up, Dante. My Chamber. Now.I recoil.Not due to pain. Not due to fear.But due to him.Even miles away, my father's voice slices through the link like a knife covered with ice. His rage hums in my bones, thrumming under my skin like static before a tempest.There is no good morning. No respite. Only his voice. Only this cold sternness that glides down my spine and drags me out from the warmth of sleep.I shove the leftover thoughts of her away.That girl. That. human girl.She has no place in my head. Not after all of it. Not now. But she lingers in my mind, clings like smoke, and I hate the fact that it's the only gentle thing in a world built of steel and war.I stand up.The sheets are still indented with my body, but I don't look back. I don't get the luxury of hesitation. Not when my dad stands watching in the distance. Not when I can feel the restlessness pumping through the bond like a time bomb about to go off.I don't bother with full armor—I just put on a shirt, skip th

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Chapter 9: Wait what?

I hardly have a chance to open my mouth before the girl turns and rushes away from me like a speck of dust on the impeccable surface of her life. No word, no glance, but the instant echo of her heels off smoth surfaces as if she's afraid that I'll follow in after her. Like an obedient little ghost bride.And worst of all, I do. Not because I'm confident in her. Not because I'd choose to.But because something inside me is breaking—and to follow her is simpler than remaining still. My legs work, my brain does not. We move through infinite corridors carved out of luxury and silence. The air is too pristine. The walls are too pale. Everything smells like power and refined deceit. The kind of place where no one ever raises their voice because their secrets are loud enough.My hands tremble against the fabric of my borrowed gown. I don't belong here. Each step echoes that truth.This isn't mine. This isn't mine. This isn't mine.A memory slices through the fog.That cold hard stone cham

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