All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella’s POV The house stands before me, suffocating, familiar in all the worst ways. I swore I’d never come back, yet here I am, trapped once again in a place that has never felt like home. I turn to him, irritation tightening in my chest. “You know, it’s really pathetic that you got the council involved.” My words are sharp, meant to cut, but his attention is elsewhere, like I don’t even exist. My patience wears thin. “Of course, ignore me,” I add, my tone dripping with annoyance. He finally looks at me, brows lifting in mock confusion. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Forget it.” The silence stretches for only a second before he speaks again, and this time, his voice is nothing but pure venom. “Did you fuck him?” The words slam into me like a slap to the face, stealing my breath. My heart stutters, my body tenses. He’s watching me, waiting, but I say nothing. “I asked you a question, Isabella,” he presses, his voice col

Asher’s POV "Why are you here?" Zachary’s tone dripped with venom, his whole body tense. I smirked. Watching him like this was always entertaining. "I’m here for her." His frown deepened, jaw tightening. "What the fuck is wrong with you? She’s my wife, don’t you get that?" I ignored him, my gaze locked on Isabella. She wouldn’t look at me, her fingers twitching slightly. The way she avoided my eyes only made me grin more. "Get out of our way," Zachary snapped. My smirk slipped. I met his glare with a blank expression. "Asher, you shouldn’t be here," Isabella said, her voice calm but careful. "Why not?" My eyes stayed on her. "You’re here." She shifted on her feet, shoulders stiff. "I can be anywhere I want," I said, my voice dropping, "as long as you’re there." I tried to stay away. I really did. But my body, my soul—everything in me—kept pulling me back to her. Every time I swore it would be the last, I knew I was lying. I was a

Asher’s POV Why is Isabella staring at me like that? My heart dropped when I saw Betty standing beside her. My stomach twisted. Did she tell Isabella that we had sex? Oh no. This is bad. Isabella held my gaze for a long, tense moment before turning and walking out of the party without a word. Panic shot through me. I couldn’t let her leave like this. Without thinking, I moved to follow her. "Where are you going, Asher?" Michael stepped in front of me, frowning. "I’ll be right back, okay?" I muttered, brushing past him before he could stop me. The second I got outside, I scanned the area frantically. "Did you see a woman come out here?" I asked a butler nearby. He looked confused. "There are a lot of women out here, sir. Who exactly—" Before he could finish, I spotted her. "Isabella!" I called, my voice firm. She stopped but didn’t turn right away. When she finally faced me, she crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. I walked up to her cautiously. "W

Isabella’s POV I stood frozen in front of Maris and Zachary, my breath shallow as Maris’ piercing gaze bore into me. I refused to meet her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. Before I could react, a sharp sting exploded across my face as her slap sent me stumbling backward. I clutched my stomach instinctively, gasping. "Mom!" Zachary’s voice rang out as he rushed to steady me. His hands gripped my arms tightly, fury lacing his words. "What the hell are you doing?" Maris barely spared him a glance. Her rage was solely focused on me. "You fucking whore," she spat, venom dripping from every word. "You really slept with Asher. Do you have any idea what you've done? He fucking imprinted on you! Do you know what that means?!" Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My voice trembled as I spoke, trying to keep it together. "I was drunk, Maris. I didn’t do it intentionally. What was I supposed to do? After seeing my own husband with another woman, I was devastate

Asher’s POV It has been a week since I started working tirelessly to keep my people safe from the illness. The knowledge that Maris is responsible only fuels my determination to make sure no one else suffers. This isn’t just about containment anymore—scores must be settled. "Have you done what I asked?" I ask Michael, my voice edged with frustration. His expression remains composed as he shakes his head. "It wasn’t successful. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find any dirt on Maris. It’s like she already knew I’d be looking. She’s wiped out every piece of evidence that could link her to this." I exhale sharply, rubbing my temple. The weight of this entire situation presses down on me, suffocating. "You need to do better, Michael," I say, my voice laced with irritation. "She thinks she can get away with this, but I won’t let that happen. This is my people we’re talking about! Three have already died. How many more do you expect me to watch perish before we do somethin