All Chapters of FAKE BRIDE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Azrael's POVI had been holding myself back all day, right from the moment I set my eyes on her this morning. Every glance at her in her dress, it had been a battle to keep my hands to myself. It had been a battle not to drag her away and fuck her senseless in that dress.And now, finally alone in our room, my eyes could not leave her. The dress clung to every part of her. That pale fabric that caught the low light every time she moved. The neckline sat just right, revealing enough of her breasts to make my jaw tighten, the skirt falling in a way that emphasized the sway of her hips when she shifted her weight. The full moon wasn't helping anything. It only sharpened things and made me even more aware of her. Her scent filled the entire room so much that I couldn't smell anything else.It curled low in my gut and settled there, and I could feel my dick get more harder than it had been all day.I had spent the entire day suppressing Damon, my wolf. Forced myself to remain still, comp

51Azrael's POVI lay on my side of the bed, watching the slow, uneven rise and fall of Briar’s chest.She was sprawled across the sheets, limbs heavy, breath stuttering in soft, exhausted pulls as sleep claimed her. The number of times she came over the last several hours had wrung her body dry of strength. She did not stir when I shifted, and my gaze traced the familiar lines of her face, the faint crease between her brows that never fully smoothed even in rest.I should have been spent too.But I wasn’t.Even after hours of going at it, I was still fucking rock hard, still on edge, still burning like nothing I’d ever felt before. My body refused to calm, every muscle tight and every nerve stretched thin with hunger that could take me numerous rounds with her.It was maddening. Terrifying, even, how thoroughly she had taken hold of me.The more time we were together, the deeper the hunger rooted itself. It was not dulling with satisfaction the way it should have. It was sharpening.

Briar's POV I couldn’t believe this act of pure wickedness. Roxie had the nerve, the sheer audacity, to take what was mine, my recipe, and present it as her own. Every detail, every painstaking measurement I had perfected, claimed by someone else like it meant nothing. My chest felt tight, my hands balled into fists at my sides.By the time I reached our room, my jaw ached from holding it closed for so long. The door swung shut behind me, and the words poured out.“Can you imagine what Roxie did?” I said, my voice raw with frustration. “Do you know the audacity it takes to stand in front of people and lie like that?”Azrael was near the window, his back partially turned to me, one hand braced against the frame, his body tense but still. He didn’t turn immediately, and that alone irritated me further.“She stole my recipe,” I said, pacing the length of the room, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. “She wasn’t inspired by it, or even said she improved it. She stole it. Ev

Briar's POV At first, I genuinely thought Azrael was joking.I was still standing there when the knock came. Two maids entered, heads bowed, eyes carefully avoiding mine. They went straight to the closet. One of them reached for my clothes. The other began gathering my personal items from the dresser. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sounding wrong even to my own ears.“His Majesty has given instructions for us to move your things to your chamber,” one of them replied quietly.That was when it sank in.He really meant it.I watched them carry my clothes, all of my belongings that were here, out of the room Azrael and I had shared. When they were done, the room looked stripped, like I had never belonged there at all.That night, for the first time since forever, we did not sleep on the same bed.And from that day on, Azrael made himself completely scarce. He did not join me for meals. Anytime I tried to approach him to talk, he'd disappear before I could even get to him.Until

Azrael's POVI dreamed of things I had long convinced myself did not exist. Things that were impossible. A life that stretched forward without an end. Castles and halls filled with warmth instead of silence. Briar was there with me, walking with me, laughing in a way that felt real and permanent. Just her, and the certainty that she would still be there tomorrow, and the day after that, and centuries beyond that. So when I opened my eyes, I wasn't surprised to see her beside me, sleeping so peacefully. She lay on her side, facing me, her head close to my chest, one arm resting across my torso as though it had always belonged there. Her presence fit so naturally into the space. I didn’t remember hearing her enter. I didn’t remember the sound of the door, or the weight of the mattress shifting when she lay down beside me. But from how my body felt rested, and how I couldn't even remember having any night terrors, I knew she must have been here since last night.I have always been an