All Chapters of The Alpha's Seventh Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Aria's POVI woke up slowly, staring at the ceiling, my mind already heavy.The night had barely left me every time I closed my eyes, memories rushed back in sharp pieces. Damian standing over the execution ground. My aunt and uncle were crying out my name. The house that once belonged to my parents standing empty, filled with strangers. Damian’s hand on mine as I realized that everything connected to my past had been taken from me.I turned on my side and pressed my face into the pillowI felt tired in a way sleep could not fix.After a long while, I forced myself to sit up. The room was quite too quiet. I stood up, showered, and dressed in plain clothes that would not draw attention. Long sleeves dark trousers boots.Training the thought gave me a strange sense of control.I slipped out of my quarters carefully and made my way to the hidden training area Rowan had chosen. It was far from the main palace grounds, shielded by tall walls and old storage buildings; no guards stayed near

Damian's POVThe dust clung to my boots as I stepped out of the vehicle.Blackwood was quiet in a way it had never been before. The trees stood tall and thick, their shadows stretching across the broken road that cut through the land. This part of the territory had suffered the most when Henry ruled it. Neglect, corruption, fear even after his removal, the damage remained.Ethan stood beside me, hands on his hips, scanning the area.“This road used to be the main trade route.” He said. “Henry diverted funds meant for it and left the villages stranded.”“I know.” I replied.I walked a few steps ahead, crouching to touch the cracked surface of the ground. The road needed more than repairs; it needed rebuilding from the base up.“Start here.” I said. “Clear the old paths, widen the road. I want proper lighting and patrol posts every few miles.”Ethan nodded. “The workers will arrive at dawn.”“This place will change,” I added. “People suffered long enough here.”Ethan glanced at me.

Damian's POVThe first thing I noticed was Aria’s breathing. It changed the moment Adrian Draven stepped into the hall.The celebration had been loud seconds ago. Music, laughter, voices overlapping. Isolde stood at the center of the room, smiling as guests gathered around her with gifts and cameras flashing. It was meant to be light, political, and clean. A public image event.But Aria stiffened.She did not turn fully, she did not move her feet. Yet I felt it in my bones. Her shoulders went rigid, and the warmth beside me cooled instantly. Her fingers curled tighter around the glass she was holding, knuckles turning pale.I followed her gaze, Adrian Draven had arrived.He walked in like he owned the place, dressed sharply, confident, his expression calm. His men stayed back near the entrance, respectful but alert. The council members near the front murmured among themselves, surprised but not entirely shocked.I stepped forward at once, placing myself between him and Aria without he

Damian's POVI closed the door behind me slowly.The sound echoed louder than it should have in the quiet room.Aria was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in the fabric of the blanket. She looked small, shaken, and exhausted. Her eyes lifted to mine, and I saw fear there. Not fear of the night, not fear of the palace, but fear of me.That hurt more than anything else.I walked toward her and stopped a few steps away. I didn't want to crowd her.“Talk.” I said calmly. “I want to hear everything from the beginning.”She swallowed hard. “Vivian started sending me notes weeks ago,” Aria said. “At first, they were small things, warnings then threats.”I sat down beside her, leaving enough space so she wouldn’t feel trapped.“She said she knew something about us.” Aria continued. “Something you were hiding from everyone.”My jaw tightened, but I stayed silent.“She said if I didn’t beg you to release her, she would expose it.” Aria said. “She kept reminding me that the