All Chapters of FAKE BRIDE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Briar's POV The following day, the release of the inmates was implemented.Azrael left early in the morning to oversee it personally, and by the time he returned in the afternoon, the news channels were already broadcasting it. We were sitting on the couch in his room, watching one of the channels.They showed footage from inside the asylum gates. Groups of inmates were escorted out free.“A historic reform under King Azrael’s administration,” the news anchor said. “People are also wondering if Queen Briar must have played a significant role in influencing this huge decision.”Another segment showed interviews with families. A woman clutched her brother and sobbed into his shoulder. A man spoke into a microphone, saying he had waited three years, hoping this day would come. Most praised and thanked Azrael, and some mentioned my name.“It seems the public response is overwhelmingly positive,” another reporter said. “Many are calling this a turning point for the kingdom.”I nudged him

92Briar's POV In the evening, I decided to go to the asylum.I didn't make any announcement to the asylum ahead of time. I did not want preparations or staged tours. I wanted to see the place as it truly was.The car ride there was quiet. The sky was dimming into early evening, streaks of orange fading into gray. When the asylum gates came into view, my chest tightened slightly. The building looked exactly as I remembered it. As we rolled toward the gates, the heavy gates creaked open, and we drove through.The car slowed before coming to a smooth stop. My bodyguard seated in the front passenger seat stepped out immediately and opened the door.I stepped down from the car, and the guards at the entrance froze when they saw me. Shock flashed across their faces before they hurried forward and bowed.“Your Majesty,” one of them said quickly. “We were not informed of your visit.”“Well, here I am now,” I replied calmly and walked past them and into the building with the two bodyguards

94Azrael's POVI left the palace earlier than usual that morning for the land inspection. The proposed site for the new mining offices was about an hour out, closer to the expanding shafts but far enough from the main city traffic. If we were going to scale operations properly, we needed administrative buildings closer to the source. Going to the site was actually Briar’s idea. It was part of her agenda to get the people to see me in a better light. A more involved king.I didn't want to go. Why would I? When I had those who I could delegate to inspect the site. And they knew better than to cross me or give fake reports. I only went for things like that whenever I decided to.But Briar insisted. She was determined about it, and she did not back down easily. And in the end, she gave me very good persuasion before I agreed.The drive there was long and dusty, and by the time we arrived, the sun was high and harsh. The land stretched wide and uneven, patches of dry grass and hard ear

Briar's POV Bella settled into the palace faster than I expected. Within days, it felt natural having her around. She was soft spoken but attentive, always noticing the small things before I did. She never complained or dragged her feet. Angel warmed up to her too, especially after seeing how eager she was to learn. I realized quickly that she was genuinely kind, and always ready to help. And before long, the both of us had fallen into an easy rhythm. She was a sweetheart, really.The day of the Moonlight Ball arrived. Weeks of preparation had led to that evening. The palace ballroom had been transformed. Deep blue drapes framed the archways, and crystal installations hung from the ballroom ceiling like suspended stars.I was in my room with Bella and Angel while they helped me get ready. My dress was a perfect fit. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, hugging my waist before flowing down smoothly to the floor. It was elegant without being too loud. Just like I wanted.Bel

Briar's POV Azrael never stopped watching me like I might disappear.His eyes would linger on me a second too long. His hand would rest on my stomach absentmindedly, like he needed to feel for reassurance. His jaw would even tighten if I shifted suddenly in my seat.And there was something in his gaze. Something I had never seen before.It was fear. He was afraid.That morning, we were alone in my room having breakfast. He had insisted on eating with me instead of the dining room. The curtains were half drawn, letting in soft sunlight that warmed the room. A tray of fruit, toasted bread, eggs, and tea sat between us on the low table by the window.Azrael hadn’t really touched his food in the last few minutes. His fingers were loosely wrapped around his coffee cup, and his gaze was distant, fixed somewhere past my shoulder.I watched him carefully. And the vulnerability was clearer now. His shoulders were relaxed, but his eyes were not. They carried that same quiet tension.“What’s go