All Chapters of FAKE BRIDE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Briar's POV I was running out of time.My pulse thundered in my ears as I forced myself to focus, to see past the blur of panic. Three paths lay before me, but one stood out. The ground was smoother, as if it had been less walked on compared to the others.Please,” I whispered, though I didn’t even know who I was pleading with. The gods, the forest, or whatever cruel magic ruled this trial.Then I stepped forward, and the instant my foot hit the ground, the forest rumbled.The ground convulsed beneath me, and I stumbled, gasping, as the other two paths split apart violently. The earth buckled and folded in on itself, trees twisting, roots tearing free, the collapse devouring everything in its path.Instinct took over, and I ran, fear driving me forward as the destruction chased my heels. The air was thick with dust and the sound of breaking earth, each second stretching thin with terror. I didn’t stop. I didn’t dare look back.My lungs burned, each breath tearing through me, and my

Briar's POV I woke to the feeling of someone watching me.When my lashes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was Azrael.He was standing beside the bed, close enough that I could feel his presence even before I was fully awake. His arms were folded, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on my face like he had been standing there for a long time.“You’re awake,” he said immediately, straightening like he’d been caught holding his breath.My throat felt like sandpaper. My body felt sore in places. Like everything had been stretched and snapped back into shape. I shifted beneath the covers.“I’m fine,” I said. “I think.”His jaw tightened anyway, eyes scanning me like he didn’t trust my words. “Are you sure?”I gave a nod. “I’m sure.” He exhaled slowly, like he had been holding his breath for hours.“Why did you hide your wolf?”I frowned. “Hide my wolf?”“You shifted, and you told me you couldn’t. So why did you hide it?”The memory hit me without warning. Fire roaring behind me. The w

Third person.Rathore stood in the small infirmary room, watching silently as the healer worked over Kiara. His daughter lay on the bed, her body charred and peeled in places. The healer's hands moved carefully, applying salves and murmuring soft words as she tried to mend the worst of the burns.Rathore’s jaw was tight. He said nothing at first, his eyes narrowing as he observed the painstaking work. Finally, he spoke.“Will she ever fully heal?”The healer looked up, her expression grave. “No,” she said after a moment. “The burns are too severe. Her wolf will aid the healing, and we can apply every treatment available, but it will only restore her about fifty percent.”Rathore’s mouth compressed into a hard line. He looked away from her for a brief moment, as though the sight of her now offended him, disappointment flickering across his face before it settled into something colder.The healer finished in silence, carefully packing her instruments. She murmured a quick excuse and s

Briar's POV Before I could catch my breath, Azrael's strong arms hooked under my thighs, lifting me off the floor like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, his cock still buried balls-deep inside me, and he carried me toward the edge of the bed, his muscles flexing against my skin. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in as he bounced me on his dick with each step, the friction making my clit throb.With a savage yank, he gripped the neckline of the dress and ripped it down the front. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing my heaving tits and my dripping pussy, still clenching around his shaft. “Azrael!” I gasped, eyes widening at him.Cool air hit my sweat-slicked skin, my nipples hardening instantly as he tossed the shredded dress aside, leaving me completely bare for him.Azrael dropped me onto the bed on my back, but didn't give me a second to recover. He climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one massive hand, his other slidi

47Azrael's POV A low vibration against the side stool beside me cut through the quiet of the room. I picked up the phone to see a call from the asylum’s secure line. I answered it.“Alpha,” the voice on the other end said. “We have a situation.”I leaned back slightly, fingers steepling. “What is it?”“A man came in asking questions,” the attendant continued. “Specifically about a woman named Briar.”That name alone sharpened my focus.I said nothing, and he went on. “He claimed to know her. Asked if she was ever admitted here. We told him we don’t disclose personal information under any circumstances.”“Did he give a name?” I asked.“Yes. He called himself Aaron.”My jaw set immediately, irritation flaring hot and sharp in my chest. My fingers curled tighter around the phone.That confirmed it. “And?”“He kept pushing, and I warned him once. Told him the next time he returned, he would be locked up.”“Good,” I replied. “If he shows up again, you contact me immediately.”“Yes, Alph