All Chapters of The Alpha King’s bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alora’s POVThe ride was quiet, Arnold kept my hand in his, his thumb brushing soft circles over my skin like he wanted to calm me but my stomach was in knots. He said he was taking me to meet his parents, the great Alpha and Luna of Blue Moon. My chest felt tight because I knew what it was like meeting parents, mine had hated me since birth, so the thought of standing in front of another set made my lungs feel too small.We stopped in front of a huge stone house, tall pillars, the kind of place that looked like it breathed authority. He looked at me with that same steady emerald gaze, like he was trying to tell me without words it would be okay. “You ready?” he asked.“I don’t know,” I whispered, “what if they don’t like me.”He smirked a little, but softer than usual, “They’ll like you. You’re my mate.”He got out first then opened my side, holding my hand again, and led me up the steps. The door opened before we even knocked, like they’d been waiting. A man stood there, tall, dark

Alora’s POVThe morning light came through the window. Arnold had left early to handle some pack business and I’d stayed curled up in his bed, staring at the ceiling.I needed air. I needed space, So I slipped on a simple dress, tied my hair back and stepped outside. The pack grounds were quiet, only a few guards making their rounds. Nobody stopped me. Nobody even looked twice.The woods behind Arnold’s house opened like a mouth of green and brown, shafts of sunlight cutting through the trees. The smell of earth, damp and sweet, filled my lungs. For a while I just walked, my arms folded, breathing slow, trying to feel something other than the fear that still lived under my skin.The trees whispered above me. The leaves trembled.I told myself it was just wind.I kept walking, letting my fingers brush against trunks, the rough bark grounding me. I could almost pretend I was free, almost pretend nothing had happened.Then I heard it.A twig snapping behind me.I stopped. My heart skippe

Arnold’s POVI was losing my mind.Hours. Days. I didn’t even know anymore. Every second she was gone, my chest felt like it was caving in. I couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. All I saw when I closed my eyes was her faceI had men everywhere.I sent half my warriors to Riverdale pack, nothing. No Tamlin. Not even Aaron. No whispers from anyone about their whereabouts. I sent another group to her parents’ house, flipped every corner, ripped through every wall if I had to. Still nothing.“Alpha,” one of my guards said, standing in the doorway. “We searched the borders again. No trail.”I slammed my fist into the desk, the wood splintering. “Keep looking.”He bowed his head quickly and ran out.I leaned forward, both hands braced on the desk, breathing hard. My wolf clawed under my skin, restless. He wanted blood. He wanted Tamlin’s throat. And all I could give him was waiting.My phone buzzed, it was Zach.I snatched it up. “Tell me you found her.”“Not her,” Zach’s voic

Arnold’s POVWe pulled up to an old warehouse on the far side of the ridge, the kind of place no one paid attention to. Rusted metal walls, broken windows, iron doors bolted shut. My gut twisted; this was it. I could smell her scent, it was Faint, but there.I jumped out first, Zach came around the other side, eyes sharp, already sniffing the air.“Zach,” I barked, “Scoop around the premises. I want no holes, no rats running. If there’s a back door, you close it.”He nodded once, no hesitation. “Got it.”The rest of my men followed me, heavy weapons slung, No one joked, no one smiled. They knew this wasn’t about a fight. This was about her.I ran my hand along the cold iron of the entrance door. It was reinforced and bolted, meant to keep people out or in.“Plant them,” I ordered.Two of my men crouched fast, fixing small explosive charges to the hinges and lock. I paced a step back, my pulse thundering in my ears.The last time I saw Alora, she was smiling at me, soft, shy, holding m

ALORA’S POV: I woke up with the sun bleeding through the curtains, warm but heavy on my skin. My eyes fluttered open and for a moment I panicked, thinking I was still trapped in that nightmare, but then I saw the walls. The room was familiar. The wooden shelves, the scent of lavender on the sheets, the faint hum of birds outside. I was safe. I knew this place. Relief escaped my lips in a shaky sigh and my chest loosened a little. But the moment I sat up, the weight of last night pressed down again. Tamlin’s voice replayed in my head, sharp and cruel, like claws scratching my heart. Elara was Arnold’s true mate, not you. Over and over again, that sentence carved me open. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true, that he was lying. But deep down… a part of me wondered. Was I just a shadow again? Was Elara still winning, even from the grave? I slid off the bed and my feet touched the cold floor. My legs shook as I crossed the room and sank into t