บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Morano’s Scarlet Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

JACKLA“You know it’s bad luck to see your wife in her wedding dress before the wedding,” I whispered, trying to laugh off the chill that crawled up my spine.Before I could take another breath, his warm hand slid around my waist, pulling me back until my body pressed against his. His breath brushed over my neck as he inhaled my scent slowly, sending a shiver down my spine.He chuckled softly, his lips close to my ear. “I don’t care about any godforsaken omen. I just wanted to see my wife.” Ryan turned me around gently, his fingers resting on my hips. His eyes moved over the white silk hugging my body, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. “You look…” He stopped, blinking like the words had left him.I blushed and tried to look away. “You need to leave now, Ryan, before someone walks in and sees you,” I begged quietly, but he only smirked. He was always stubborn like that.“I can’t wait to taste you, my love,” he whispered, tracing his fingers up the middle of my chest, his eye

JACKLAI stood naked before the tall mirror, morning light spilling over my skin. The girl staring back wasn’t unfamiliar, but she wasn’t me either.My body had changed. My breasts were fuller now, my waist narrower, my hips softer, heavier. Even the muscles in my thighs looked sculpted, shaped by weeks of training.My skin looked softer and glowed warmer, as if someone had lit a candle beneath it. And then there was the hair. A curtain of thick red waves tumbled down my back, brushing just above my waist. Not a trace of the blonde strands I once had.They had made me beautiful.But not for me.For him.For a man I was being handed over like a gift wrapped in flesh and silk. I didn’t hate what I saw. That was the part that scared me the most. I hated why I was made to look this way.I hated that my beauty, whatever it was now, wasn’t mine to use, to enjoy, or to protect. It belonged to a monster I hadn’t even met yet. My stomach twisted. I pressed both hands against it, trying to qui

MORANOThe moment she walked into the room, I knew the woman standing before me wasn't the one I had been promised.Jayla was a firebrand. She was a woman who spoke before she thought, a creature of loud pride and sharp edges. But this woman stood in the doorway with wide, startled eyes, watching the girl between my legs as if she’d stumbled into a nightmare. The real Jayla would have made a biting comment or laughed at the display. This girl just froze. She looked at me with a mix of shock and something that felt like unwanted attraction, her breath catching in a way that made the pulse in her neck flutter.In exchange for my protection and a massive collaboration that would keep his failing business afloat, Fiorello had promised me his finest asset…his daughter, Jayla. It was a cold, calculated trade. I provided the empire, and he provided the bloodline. But looking at the girl in front of me, I felt like I had been handed a counterfeit bill. I smiled inwardly, the thrill of a new

JACKLAI woke up with a strange, humming energy vibrating through my limbs, but the moment I opened my eyes, the air felt wrong. This wasn’t the cold, grand estate from the wedding. This wasn’t my room.The air here smelled of cedar and expensive wood smoke. I scrambled out of the bed, my bare feet sinking into a plush, cream-colored rug. I ran to the window and pulled back the heavy curtains.I gasped. We weren't in the city anymore. Outside, a massive luxury cabin stretched out into the wilderness. Huge glass panes looked out over a dark, misty forest, and the house itself was built of heavy, dark logs and sleek black stone. It was beautiful, but it felt like a gilded cage.“Where am I?” I whispered, my voice sounding thin in the quiet.Panic flared in my throat, hot and choking. Had I been kidnapped in my sleep? Sold off like a piece of livestock? In the mafia world, humans were traded like currency, and I was the ultimate counterfeit coin.I backed away from the glass, my hands f

JACKLA My hand left his wound and traveled up his arm, my fingers digging slightly into his locked bicep. I didn’t pull away from his grip on my neck; I leveraged it, using the proximity to breathe my demands straight into his mouth. “I'm still waiting for the condition, Little Foxy. What is it you really want?" he whispered, his dark eyes burning with a fever that was eating him alive from inside out. “You drop the act. You stop trying to stand here like a statue and sit the fuck down before you collapse. You admit that you’re in pain, right now, in front of me. And you will let me do exactly what I need to do to fix you, without a single growl or Alpha bullshit. For the next hour, your pride belongs to me.” He raised a dark brow, a rough, mocking sound catching in his throat. “That doesn’t sound like one condition. Why should I listen to you? Why should I let those hands anywhere near me?” “Do you want to feel better or not?” I scoffed, my gaze dropping to his mouth. He was trem