All Chapters of The Alpha King’s bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I blinked, the memory dissolving like smoke, and looked back at Tamlin. He was smirking, eyes full of satisfaction. “I told her you’d get over it. Guess I was wrong.” “You manipulated her,” I said quietly. “You used her.” He shrugged. “I told her the truth. I told her I was the better choice. And she believed me.” “You’re pathetic.” “I’m realistic,” he said, grinning. “You think any woman wants a man haunted by guilt and revenge? You didn’t deserve her.” I took a step closer. “You don’t deserve to breathe.” He tilted his head. “Touchy. Still can’t let go of your dead lover? Or maybe it’s your living one you’re worried about now.” I glared at him. “If you mention Alora again, I’ll make you choke on your own blood.” He smirked. “You don’t scare me, Arnold. You’re too sentimental. You think you can protect her, but you can’t. You’ll lose her, too. Just like you lost Elara.” I stepped forward until the chain bit into the metal above Tamlin’s head and stopped me. My shadow fell ac

Alora’s Pov:When I woke up the next morning, the first thing that caught my eyes was the soft glint of fabric on the couch. A dress, deep wine red, silky, elegant, the kind of thing that didn’t belong in the quiet, empty rhythm of my life lately. I sat up slowly, my head still heavy from the tangle of thoughts and nightmares that always clung to me when morning came.I rubbed my eyes, blinking at the dress. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming again. Then I heard the sound of running water stop, the door to the bathroom opened, and Arnold stepped out, steam curling around him. He looked fresh, his hair slightly damp, his shirt half-buttoned.He smiled when he saw me staring at the dress. “You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice a low hum that always carried a strange kind of calm with it.I looked up at him, pointing at the dress. “What’s that for?”He walked closer, the faint smell of his soap mixing with the clean scent of morning air. “Dinner,” he said simply. “We’re going for

The night was soft, wrapped in the hush of distant music and the faint glow of candles. The celebration had ended hours ago, the cheers fading into the quiet hum of the night. Yet I couldn’t sleep. My heart was too full heavy and light all at once, tangled in a storm of feelings I couldn’t quite name.Arnold and I had returned to his quarters after the ceremony. The corridors were empty now, the air carrying the sweet scent of flowers and wine. I stood by the window, the moon spilling its silver light over the floor, and tried to calm the rhythm of my heartbeat.Then I heard him.His steps were steady, familiar, that same calm, powerful walk that always filled a room before he even spoke. I turned, and there he was.Arnold leaned against the doorway for a moment, his jacket gone, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes found me instantly, soft and searching.He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Too much?”I nodded. “It feels like a dream. Like I’ll wake up and

Arnold’s POV:I woke up earlier than usual that morning, long before the first ray of sunlight crept through the curtains. Sleep had been light, restless — Alora had tossed all night, murmuring things under her breath, words I couldn’t make out but that still tore at me. I knew what haunted her, the truth she’d heard, the lies she’d lived with her whole life. I wanted to take that pain from her, but I couldn’t.So I decided to do the only thing I could, something simple, something human. Something that might make her smile.Breakfast.I wasn’t exactly known for being in the kitchen, but I remembered the way her eyes lit up the first time she mentioned loving blueberry pancakes. Said she used to make them alone when she was younger, when no one else at home cared to eat what she cooked. I held on to that.The kitchen was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. I rolled up my sleeves, found the ingredients I needed, flour, eggs, milk, sugar, a handful of blueberries, and just

“Unworthy.” My whole world crumbled before me, not entirely sure what I expected. Except I had lived my whole life for this moment. I never thought I would be his second chance, not once did it cross my mind. All I cared about was being accepted like the few random women who saw beautiful enough to his bride. Just so that my family and my people would be save. Now I feel like a failure, it was all in vain. “Kill her Zayn” the average man ordered as if I was nothing. “No!” My father lunges toward me, a desperate growl tearing from his throat, but before he can reach me, he’s tackled to the ground by the monster they called Zayn. Instinct takes me before thought does, I reach for the sword strapped to his back. It feels heavy in my hand. I leap in the air, jumping right on his back as I pressed the blade against his thick neck. My voice breaks, yet loud enough to resound in the hall. “Let go of him!” Never have I done anything as reckless as this. Who am I to t