Semua Bab The Reluctant Alpha and His Sassy Queen: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Ronan walked away from Liora and Beta Alaric with his hands buried deep in his pockets, boots crunching against gravel like he was grinding bones beneath them."Something’s off," his wolf muttered.Ronan’s jaw flexed. "You say that every time.""Not like this," the wolf insisted. "Every time Alaric stands too close to her, my hackles rise."Ronan exhaled hard through his nose. Paranoia. That’s what it was. He had bigger fucking problems than overthinking his beta’s proximity to a girl he barely gave a shit about.Alaric liked curves. Real curves. Women who filled his hands and didn’t squeak when they were grabbed. Liora was all sharp edges and arrogance...pretty, yes, but basic as hell. Ronan had chosen her as a responsibility, not a desire. A thing to manage. A leash to hold.Nothing more.He convinced himself of that as he crossed the courtyard.That was when he saw Scarlet.She stood near the stone fountain, moonlight brushing her hair like silver fire, her posture relaxed in a way

“It’s nothing,” she lied, too fast.Grey studied her face...the way her eyes wouldn’t settle, the way her jaw trembled despite the calm mask she was forcing on. He stepped closer, lowering his voice.“And what’s this secret of yours?”The words sliced clean.Scarlet froze.Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Her body actually locked, muscles seizing as cold panic poured straight down her spine. Her mouth opened, then closed. Her throat went dry, like someone had packed it with ash.Secret.Grey noticed. Of course he did. His eyes sharpened, the softness slipping into calculation.“Scarlet?” he pressed gently. “You’re scaring me.”She swallowed hard, the sound loud in the tiled silence. Too much. I said too much. Her pulse roared in her ears. She shook her head once, forcing a brittle smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“I...I just meant… everyone has secrets.”Before Grey could respond, the restroom door creaked open.A sharply dressed female stepped in, heels clicking like gunshots a

The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame.Scarlet didn’t hesitate.She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss.Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold.She tossed the burning book into the fireplace.And screamed.Not a dainty sound. Not a scared little whimper.It tore out of her throat...raw, sharp, unhinged.Ronan froze.“What the fuck...”The shirt finally came off as he lunged toward her. The flames leapt, greedy, licking at the pages. Smoke filled the room, bitter and acrid.Scarlet staggered back, breath coming apart.Ronan grabbed her, yanking her into his chest so hard it knocked the air out of her. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, crushing, shielding, while his boot came down hard on the burning book.Once.Twice.The fire die

“You talk a lot for someone who survives by clinging to other people’s shadows.”Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t shake. It landed flat and sharp, like a blade pressed against skin...not cutting yet, just promising it could.Liora stiffened.Just for half a second.But Scarlet saw it. The hitch in her breath. The way her fingers curled too tight around the plastic cup she was holding. The way her smirk twitched before snapping back into place like a cracked mask glued together.Liora laughed, light and fake. “Threatened already?” she purred, stepping closer, invading space like she owned it. “Because I have Alpha Ronan wrapped around my fingers?”Scarlet didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.Didn’t even bother to look impressed.She rolled her eyes slowly, deliberately, the kind of dismissal that burned worse than any insult. “If that’s what you call desperation these days, congratulations.”Liora’s smile thinned. “Wow, Scarlet.”Scarlet turned away, lifting the two glasses she’d collected, a

Grey’s eyes widened the second Mira smashed her mouth against his. It wasn’t just romantic, it was desperate as hell.Her fingers clawed into his arms like she was drowning and he was the last fucking log floating. Her nails dug deep enough that his skin broke...thin red lines blooming under the firelight.Gasps erupted around them.Grey froze.Not because he wanted her.But because his eyes...traitorous, stupid...locked straight onto Scarlet.She was walking toward them and she saw everything.Scarlet’s steps slowed.Then stopped.The world didn’t shatter loudly. It cracked quietly, right inside her chest. A sharp, ugly snap she felt more than heard."Of course," she thought bitterly. "Of fucking course."Her lips twitched upward into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. A practiced smile. The kind you wear when you refuse to bleed in public.“So dramatic,” she muttered to herself.The muscular stranger, Blade ...the one with scars like he’d survived hell and crawled back with trophie