Todos los capítulos de Wrong Bride, True Luna: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

AmeliaThe next morning, just as I wake up, the door opens and Sophia steps in with a tray of food and a smile across her lips. “Good morning,” she greets me cheerfully. Her presence catches me off guard at first, so I sit up and wait for Sandy to follow her soon after, yet she doesn’t come, so I frown. “Where’s Sandy?” I ask, feeling the unease build up in my chest. “Oh,” Sophia exclaims and sets the tray. “She asked me to look after you while she’s busy with something. I didn’t get any details, but she promised to come back later.”I nod, not wanting to rise alert without a solid reason and focus on eating. A comfortable silence washes over us, until Sophia whispers, “how did it go then? Did you manage to get into the dungeon with Professor Michael?” “Yes,” I whisper back and quickly swallow the food to add, “it went better than expected—after we left, Logan escaped the dungeon and I’m pretty sure he should be near the Capital by now.”“How do you know that?” Sophia asks and sco

EthanWhen I storm into the dungeon, my eyes immediately focus on Logan’s cell. Just hours ago, I watched him suffer and slowly give into the effects of poison. Now, the cell door is open, there’s no Logan in sight and the view paired with the realization of how close I was to finally killing him has me seeing red. A loud, guttural growl tears from my throat as I grab a whip from the nearby guard and snap, “on your knees. All of you!”The men hurry to obey the command and I watch, my chest heaving with heavy breaths. Once all of them are lined up, I raise my hand and send the whip against their backs, striking multiple guards. “How did he escape?” I demand and strike again, my body shaking with fury. “How the fuck did he get out?! Answer me!” “Alpha, we don’t know,” one of the guards cries out as the whip connects with his back. The weak excuse does nothing to calm me, so I don’t stop the punishment. “That’s no answer,” I growl, ignoring the stench of blood filling the air. “I

AmeliaI wipe the tears off my face hurriedly as Sandy grabs my elbow and steadies me. I’m leaning against her as we walk out of the house and stop in front of two guards. “Miss Amelia-” one of them starts, but Sandy raises a hand to stop him. “Prepare the car,” she orders, voice steady. Both men exchange glances, as if checking with each other if she’s being serious. Sandy’s face hardens as she repeats, “didn’t I make myself clear? I said prepare the car, we’re heading to the Central square.” She says, then adds, “it’s an Alpha’s order.” The guards still hesitate, one of them opens his mouth, probably to argue, but Sandy cuts him off. “Must I remind you that Alpha ordered you to follow my arrangements. Amelia is under my care, what I say goes.” I’ve never heard her being this assertive before and I truly admire the strength it takes for Sandy to stand up for me like this. One of the guards glances at me, still looking hesitant, but the other clears his throat and gestures towar

AmeliaEthan’s words still echo around us as I take a step back. Fear surges through me, attempting to freeze my bloodstream, but the instinct to get further from him is more powerful.His cold, almost empty eyes zero in on the bag in Sandy’s hands again and an ugly sneer tears out of his throat. “Is this how you repay my kindness?” He growls at Sandy, his face turning red with anger. “By attempting to sneak Amelia out of Deadfang right under my nose?”I want to reason with him, but the words won’t pass by the lump in my throat. Sandy is shaking with fear, but she still manages to pass me the bag she packed for me and step in front of me, standing like a shield between us. “We heard,” she manages to whisper. Ethan’s nostrils flare with anger, “heard what?!” He demands, voice so loud and powerful, it rattles the windows. We both take another step back as Sandy speaks. “We know the Alpha king declared you a traitor. Please Alpha, just hear me out. If you really did something wrong, w

AmeliaThe moment I fled the house and left Ethan behind, I knew there’s no way I could reach the border before he sent someone after me. So, instead of running and wasting what little strength I have left in me, I find a place to hide. “I think I’m masking our scent,” my wolf suddenly whispers. “I’ve never done it before, but I think it’s working.” “Thank you,” I breathe out the shaky words, answering using our link. “Don’t mention it, you know I’ll do anything for you and the pup,” she says, voice as soft as ever. “They won’t be able to track your scent, so for as long as you hide until the coast is clear, I think we can get you out.” I agree with her and hide a little deeper into the massive bushes. Since I can barely see anything though it, I’m pretty sure anyone who passes can’t see me either. My heart starts hammering against my ribcage even before I hear the footsteps approach me. I take a breath and hold it, willing my heart to calm down as two sets of heavy steps get