All Chapters of The Bride of Alpha Targarion: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhea is alive now not because I want her to breathe. She is alive because this damn bond acts instinctively, refusing to let her mate die.My own body has betrayed me. The wolf inside me howls in protest every time I try to hurt her.Out of nowhere, my shout bounced off shelves crammed with dusty books. “How could you even think about telling everyone without my permission?”Rhea's chest rose and fell, her breathing ragged. "I had no choice! Your pack was ready to tear me apart! You think I was just going to sit there and wait for death? After I was the only one to survive the massacre, you think I would just give in to the ridiculous and selfish ideas of your elders?"“But you didn't have to reveal our mate bond!” I moved closer, near enough now to notice how her eyes glistened, fighting something unspoken. She must know I stood up for her when voices rose in that hall. “You heard me, I defended you in the forum! I'm looking for a way to get you out of there without involving this bo

Leon’s POVThin cigar smoke curled through the upstairs meeting room, but the most dominant scent here was that of power, age, and suspicion.I sat in the main chair, leaning back with feigned casualness. Before me, gathered around the large oak table, were the seven most troublesome people in all of Targarion, the Elders.They were the guardians of tradition, but to me, they were just a bunch of old wolves too afraid of change. They weren't just advisors, they were witnesses to history and, most annoyingly, they were the ones who had seen me destroyed ten years ago.“So, Leon,” Paul began, his heavy voice breaking the silence. He tapped his wrinkled fingers on the table. “That Valerian girl. The seed of the stranger you brought into our home. You confirmed in front of the entire pack that she is your mate.”I exhaled slowly, my eyes fixed sharply on Paul. “Destiny is not something I can choose, Paul. You know that.”“But the choice to accept it is yours!” Zandaya snapped, her voice s

Rhea’s POVThis morning, my face in the glass didn’t feel familiar at all. Earlier, Helen placed an outfit across the bed, a sharp blue jacket, a silky top that seemed far too fine to touch, and a skirt ending right above the knee.Truth is, none of it matched who I am. Wearing trousers suits me better, yet there was little choice. All these items were bought by Leon.Yet somehow, wearing this clothes makes me think less of presents, more of fancy jail gear.That old suitcase sat there, just sitting in the corner, staring back at me. My stuff, clothes, books, creams, that little notebook where I wrote everything, still cluttered the shelves of the apartment near the train stop.Going back might be necessary, maybe tomorrow, assuming Leon didn’t say no. The thought hung, unfinished.“Why can't I go back to my own home?” I asked Helen in the hallway.“That's Alpha's order, Rhea. You are under full surveillance. All your needs will be taken care of here,” he replied flatly, as if being k

Rhea's POVA sharp bitterness rose in my throat, even though the tiramisu had started sweet on my tongue.That night, right after things got strange in the diner where Leon tried my cake like it meant something too close, suddenly he refused to allow me into my bedroom to rest.Later that hour, I was supposed to find him inside his personal library. He had suggested it instead.High above, oak shelves climbed like silent sentinels, packed tight with old books breathing out a dust-sweet hush. This space felt grand at first glance, then heavy, pressing in as much as it impressed. Smells tangled slowly in the air, dried paper, warm sandalwood, traces of Leon’s favored cigars left smoldering nearby.A chair creaked under Leon’s weight. Shadows carved deep lines across his face, and light pooled low from the lamp at his side. Not far away, resting in silence, waited a smooth leather case. Its surface caught nothing but dust.“Sit down, Rhea,” he said, eyes still on his work.Fingers twisti

Winning some kind of prize for bad luck, yeah, that’d probably go to me. Day after day, nothing ever seems to line up right.Leon wasn’t alone in fooling me about the keys; somehow, everything around felt like it was joining in. We walked from the bus stop toward the office, Oliver beside me, when a pale gray sky turned fierce without warning.Down came the water fast and thick, drenching us within seconds. He carried no umbrella, built without one, motionless under the downpour.The result? I arrived at the Vareth Corp lobby in a dire state.Wet strands stuck to my neck, each one sliding down slowly. My white blouse, crisp hours ago, now hung heavy, chilled against me.With every move, a new drip fell from the ends of my hair. The floor echoed underfoot, sharp clicks bouncing off the walls. Shoes never seemed louder than right then.“Miss Rhea, perhaps it’s time you stepped into the restroom,” Oliver remarked without lifting his voice. Dampness clung to him too, yet somehow he stood