Alle Kapitel von The Alpha’s Dead Wife is Back : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

The West Wing was not a prison. It was a palace of silence.Emily’s suite was larger than her entire apartment back in Seattle. The furniture was velvet, the fireplace was marble, and the view of the Alps was breathtaking. But the windows were sealed shut. The door was locked from the outside. And the only sound was the ticking of a grandfather clock that seemed to count down the seconds of her sanity.She had been here for three days.Three days without Ethan. Three days without Julian. Three days of nothing but the white noise of Dr. Vane’s "therapy.""Drink," Dr. Vane said gently.Emily sat in the armchair by the fire, wrapped in a blanket. She looked at the blue vial in his hand."It makes me numb," she whispered. "I can't feel my fingers.""That is the point, Emily," Vane soothed, sitting opposite her. "Your nerves are fried. The numbness is healing. If you stop the medication, the pain will return. Do you want the pain?"Emily flinched. The memory of the mating mark turning blac

The car was too quiet.Emily sat in the backseat of Dr. Vane’s black sedan, her hands clenched in her lap. Outside the tinted windows, the Swiss Alps were a blur of moonlit snow and shadow. The castle—and everything she loved inside it—was miles behind her now.She should have felt relief. The static in her head had quieted to a dull hum, no longer the screaming agony it had been in the castle. The drugs Vane had given her were working, or maybe it was just the distance from Ethan’s overwhelming magic.But she didn't feel free. She felt... hunted."You are tense, Emily," Dr. Vane said from the driver’s seat. His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. They were dark, unreadable pools in the dim light of the dashboard."I left my son," Emily whispered. "I left my husband.""You left a war zone," Vane corrected smoothly. "You did the only thing a mother could do. You removed the threat.""The threat was me," she said bitterly."Self-preservation is not a sin," Vane said. "Relax. We are al

The Council Chamber of Castelvo was a masterpiece of intimidation.Unlike the War Room, which was built for strategy, this room was built for judgment. The walls were lined with the skulls of Alphas who had betrayed the Ancients, their empty sockets staring down at the circular obsidian table. The air was cold, kept artificially low to preserve the tapestries depicting the First Wars.Ethan sat at the position of honor, though it felt more like the position of the accused.Around him, the Ancient Elders—Lord Blackwood, Elder Thorne, and Lady Seraphina—sat in high-backed chairs of carved bone. They were discussing the attacks at the border, but their eyes kept flicking to the empty chair beside Ethan.The chair where the Luna should have been."The skirmishes are escalating," Lord Blackwood rumbled, pointing a gnarled finger at the map. "These are not random rogue attacks. The vampires are organized. They are testing our perimeter defenses systematically.""They are looking for somethi

Time in Castelvo did not pass; it dripped. Like water from a melting icicle, slow and freezing.Six days had passed since the rescue in the mountains. Six days since Ethan had carried his bleeding, unconscious wife into the castle’s high-security healing ward.Any wolf would have healed by now. A shifter’s metabolism burned through trauma, knitting flesh and bone in hours. But Emily was human. Her body fought the damage with agonizing slowness. The healers—screened by Kael to ensure loyalty—reported that the slash on her arm was closing, but her spirit was quiet. Too quiet.Inside the ward, the lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow. The air smelled of sterile linen and Kael’s herbal poultices.Julian sat on a stool beside the bed, his legs dangling, not touching the floor. He hadn't left the room in forty-eight hours. He refused to eat in the nursery. He refused to play. He simply sat, clutching his stuffed wolf, watching his mother’s chest rise and fall."She’s dreaming deep," Kael

The silence in the bedroom was heavy, smelling of burnt silk and ozone.Ethan stood by the fireplace, his back to the room, his hands gripping the mantle so hard the stone was cracking beneath his fingers. Behind him, the door opened.Kael rushed in, followed by two senior healers. They stopped dead when they saw Emily huddled on the floor, clutching her bare shoulder, and the black, smoking ruin of the mating mark."Great Goddess," a healer gasped, rushing forward. "The rejection pathology... it has accelerated.""It is not rejection," Ethan said.He turned around. His face was a mask of cold, unyielding granite, but his eyes were burning with a terrified intensity that dared anyone to contradict him."It is a parasite," Ethan lied smoothly. "A shadow-parasite picked up in the Void. It has latched onto the bond mark. That is why it burns. That is why she cannot tolerate my touch."The healers exchanged a look. It was a flimsy lie, biologically impossible, but they looked at the Alpha