บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Gregor POVThe corridor felt longer than the throne room itself, carved of pale stone and lined with ancient tapestries of royal hunts and conquests. Every thread screamed power, intimidation, warning.And still, all I could hear was the echo of the king’s voice, sharp as steel, branding Marigold as a thing that belonged to him.The omegas scurried ahead, opening heavy oak doors to the guest wing, their heads still bowed so low I wondered if they even saw where they were going. Guards lingered at every corner, halberds in hand, eyes darting to me like they were waiting for me to snap.My wolf liked that.He wanted me to.“Alpha Gregor,” one of the higher-ranked guards said stiffly, his crimson cape snapping with his movement. “By royal order, you and Lady Margaux will remain confined to these chambers until summoned again by His Majesty. You will be provided meals, staff, and anything you require.”I growled before I could stop myself, a low rumble that made the guard stumble back hal

MARIGOLD POVAt last—at last—the maids curtsied themselves right out of the chamber, backs straight, heads down, probably rushing to tattletale every single one of my “refined princess comments” to the king like good little parrots. The heavy door clicked shut, and I froze, listening.Silence. Blessed, golden, life-saving silence.“THANK HEAVEN,” I announced, kicking my jeweled heels halfway across the room. “I can finally eat in peace. If I had to ‘delicately nibble’ one more microscopic bite of air disguised as dessert, I’d have screamed into the royal chandelier.”I grabbed the remaining plate of food—roast duck, something buttery, some overly fancy potatoes—and started devouring like I was about to win an eating contest. Chopsticks would’ve made this a whole lot easier, but I still had a shred of decency left, so I just attacked it with fork and knife like a woman starved.Sugar was doubled over on the chaise, laughing so hard she looked like she might roll off. “You—oh my God—you

GREGOR POVShe walked in like she owned the bloody kingdom.Diamond earrings glinting, neckline gown sharp enough to bankrupt half the noble houses, the Berlin or Berjin bag-whatever-the-name dangling from her arm like it was forged in Olympus. And yes—the iWatch. Don’t ask me why a supposedly ancient royal princess had the latest tech strapped to her wrist like she was timing a CrossFit class, but here we were. Sugar trailed behind her in her prim P.A uniform, looking like she was two seconds away from filing an HR complaint about all this nonsense, while Prince Leon… oh, he was thriving. The smug bastard had tailored his suit perfectly, walking beside her like a man who was very much “in love,” while I knew damn well the only thing they were actually in love with was confusing the hell out of me.And me? I was in my Alpha warrior uniform. Which suddenly felt like mud-stained boots compared to this circus of diamonds and designer bags.The council room was thick with politics the sec

A few days later.The move happened faster than I thought. One day, I was still reeling from my father’s smug smile in the council, the next I was being “escorted” with all the pomp and drama of a spoiled royal bride-to-be. The royal court bought every ounce of it—Margaux’s diamond tiara gleaming, Sugar trailing behind me with her clipboard, and Alpha Gregor stalking at my side like the world’s most unwilling bodyguard.The separate royal villa for the future princess itself was obscene. Tall glass windows, sprawling gardens, endless corridors lined with art that probably cost more than the entirety of my childhood home. I almost laughed out loud at how ridiculous it was—me, Marigold, the twin who was nearly poisoned out of existence, now walking marble floors like some princess.Of course, I didn’t let the awe show. I put on my Margaux-act the moment we stepped inside.“Hmm,” I sniffed, flicking my wrist like the chandeliers offended me. “This villa will do. But only if my private ch

Thunder Wolfgang POVAt Wolfgang MansionThe bottle was half-empty. Or maybe it was half-full. Hell if I cared.I tipped it back, the bitter burn of whiskey coating my throat, drowning out the gnawing ache in my chest. Around me, my chamber was wrecked—chairs splintered, glass shattered, clothes and wolf pelts tossed like the aftermath of a storm. And maybe it was. Maybe I was the storm.Because I had lost her.Margaux. My Margaux.The girl who had been promised to me since we were pups. The future Luna of Wolfgang Pack. The woman who was supposed to carry my name, my pups, my legacy.Now? She was dressed in royal silks, draped on the arm of the prince like she had never belonged to me at all.The council sang her praises. The king and queen embraced her as if she were one of their own. And me? I was left here, in my own father’s house, humiliated.I slammed the bottle down so hard the neck shattered, spilling amber liquid across the table. My wolf snarled inside me, restless, clawing