All Chapters of The Bride of Alpha Targarion: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Funny how that stretch of clouds hung high, mocking my steps below without pause.When the shift finished, instead of letting up, the downpour grew heavier. Through the thick glass at Vareth Corp’s front entrance, the roads now looked like rivers of ink. Every so often a crack of thunder rang out, humming through the panes with a low shiver.Close to the door, I tugged the collar of my fresh trench coat tighter - Leon had taught me how it weighed more than it looked. My ribs hummed with something odd: irritation at his way of holding power, yet tangled inside, a quiet pull toward the warmth he offered.Oliver sat next to me, eyes stuck on his phone. A faint tightness showed in his expression - rare for someone so calm. Swift taps danced over the display, hunting for a driver using an app that links riders with cars. The silence between us stretched, filled only by the soft clicks of his searching."Has anyone accepted yet?" I asked, trying to see the screen.Oliver let out a long sigh

Rhea's POVSaturday morning should be a sacred time for me to curl up under the mansion's overly soft silk blanket, trying to forget for a moment that in three days my life will end at the altar of a contract with a handsome monster.Morning light lingered, but I stayed under the sheets, maybe till twelve, maybe longer, if the scent of Helen's brewing coffee didn’t pull me out first.A sudden sound from below cut through the quiet. The stillness I’d felt slipped away.Footsteps rushed down the hall, metal hangers rattled in the closet, while a sharp male voice cut through the noise. A command rang out just as fabric snapped taut. Someone moved fast, breath quick. The air filled with motion, voices overlapping without pause. One order followed another, like an urgent matter.My fingers dragged across tangled strands while I whispered, "What in the world is going on here?"Out came my legs, slow and stiff, clad in the silky sleepwear he’d given me, Leon’s present, soft against the skin

Fanned across the floor, every dress, each shoe, all of it waits inside my room. Piled neatly by color, accessories lined up like quiet promises. Nothing missing, everything placed just right where the light hits in the morning.Smith is still here, sitting back on the velvet sofa across from me. He refused to go straight home, saying he needed tea after a day of dealing with Leon's ancient tastes.Helen brought us a set of Earl Grey tea with some buttery biscuits that smelled absolutely delicious.A quiet sip of tea slipped through Smith's lips, those alert eyes locked on mine, peering out from behind the shiny curve of golden spectacles."I've dressed thousands of women, from high-class celebrities to spoiled princesses. But you're the one whose personality really caught my attention."I raised an eyebrow, slightly flattered. "You mean because I was complaining the whole time?"Smith chuckled, his laughter sounding genuine. "You're very clever, Rhea. You know when to fight and when

Leon's POVThe watch on my wrist already showed five in the afternoon, and since three hours ago, my focus on the clan alliance documents had been shattered.The door to Rhea’s room stood open, empty. Outside, the garden held no sign of her either, nor did the kitchen where Shelen moved between counters. Worst of all?Oliver had nothing to say when I asked, blank eyes meeting mine like he hadn’t noticed she’d gone missing too. Caring felt pointless, I knew that, but walking away never quieted the itch beneath my skin.My wolf thrashed inside, restless, pressing against bone until I imagined finding her there on a street corner, unharmed but unaware how close instinct came to dragging me after her.The hush cracked when the clan council’s dark car growled into the yard. It halted just below the entrance steps.Without a word, I pivoted away from my desk and moved through the doorway. My presence alone bent the air so tight that each servant flinched as I swept past.The car door opened

Leon’s POV“Tomorrow's wedding - that’s probably why,” Rhea said. Like she could see right through me, her words dropped flat, careless almost.A shot went off when my finger moved. Across the lightening sky, a bird passed through fading blue. My focus shifted just before the moment it happened.It hit. But it wasn't a clean shot. The bird fell in a dismal, unaesthetic, imperfect manner. To a layman, it might have been a success. To me, it was a complete failure caused by a lack of concentration.I couldn't do this anymore. Rhea's presence behind me was like a magnet, pulling at my entire focus. Every time she laughed or whispered to Edwin, I felt as if someone had poured ice water on the back of my neck.With a rough movement, I pulled the trigger on the rifle. The sharp sound of metal clashing seemed to signal the forced end of my training session. I lowered the long-barreled weapon and turned around.There they stood. Edwin looked relaxed, leaning against the wooden table, while Rh