All Chapters of The Alpha's Ruined Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ronan’s POVThe journey had been long, the road winding through dense forests and open fields, until we finally arrived at the villa. Nestled far away from both our packs, the place was secluded, just what we needed. The towering, white stone walls seemed to blend into the landscape, with large windows that invited the view of the sprawling greenery outside. It was as though the world had paused, leaving us in a bubble of time where nothing else mattered.I could feel the weight of everything we’d left behind, and yet, here with Kessa, it was as if the world had softened. Her presence, her laughter, the way she effortlessly filled every space we shared, made everything feel light. I led her inside, the scent of the villa warm and inviting, the soft hum of the wind outside the only sound. It was peaceful."Here we are," I said softly, closing the door behind us. The villa was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of trees in the wind. "It’s not much, but it’s ou

Ronan.I noticed it immediately, the subtle shift in her expression. It was as if a storm cloud had passed over her face, despite her best efforts to hide it. Kessa had always been good at masking her emotions, but this was different. I knew her well enough to see past the act.I dropped my cutlery with a soft clink, the sound cutting through the silence of the room. My instincts kicked in, and without thinking, I moved closer to her, crossing the distance between us in just a few steps."Did something happen?" I asked, my voice low, full of concern. I didn’t like the change I saw in her, her usual calm, confident demeanor was replaced by something more guarded, more anxious.Kessa tried to force a smile, the corners of her lips lifting just enough to pass for one. But even I, who wasn't always the most perceptive, could see the falseness of it. It didn’t reach her eyes. It was empty.I tilted my head, studying her face closely. "Don’t tell me that you’re okay." I added, my voice gent

Kessa. It happened so fast, one moment, we were just standing, sharing a kiss and exchanging love by the window. And in a blink of an eye, I was on thrown on the bed, softly. "Did i hit you hard?" Ronan questioned gently as he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss on my forehead. I could only shook my head no, the bed was well padded for me to have even felt the impact that it made on me. "I am fine." I mumbled, bitting my tongue. His mouth traced my face, feathering kisses all over it, his left hand held my neck in place while his other hand linked mine, in a gentle way, but he never moved to my lips. I shivered when he bit my ears. I had always hated that, for me it was like a major turn off, but here I was, under a man who I had been once scared off, a man who i shouldn't have even thought of sharing a bedding with. He paid attention to the way my body reacted to his touches, chuckling whenever I shivered out the feeling. "I hate that I wasnt the first person to mark y

Kessa. We finished dressing up, well, i was the only one that was currently in the room. I closed the last box that I had brought with me. I gave the bed one last look, a blush flushed up my cheeks as I remembered how we had played on this bed if I would put it that way. "Are you ready?" Ronan asked, pressing a kiss to my cheeks. It has become something normal for him, kissing me whenever he got the chance, and I was used to it. I loved it, the little attention that he gave me. "Yes." I answered. It was our last day here, and as much as I hated it, I had to. We had to, because we both had works to do. If even I tried, so best to forget it, I had to go back and deal with Elder Marlow. He had sent me a text message this morning, I didn't open it because I had no gut to do it. I was scared, and I had believed that this was a good day for me, so I wasn't even ready to soil it. "Let's go then." He dragged out the last box, holding my hand with his other hand. Hand in hand, we walked

Kessa. "I heard the men here have been missing me," I joked as I walked into the pack hall, taking a seat. The moment I stepped into the room, the eyes of the council members landed on me, some with wary expressions, others with curiosity, and a few with open disdain. I had been gone for a few days, and though I had expected the murmurs, it still didn’t prepare me for how palpable the tension was. It was a new day, and I had spent the better part of the morning pushing the anxiety down, bracing myself for whatever might come. It felt like a war was brewing around me, something I couldn't quite grasp, but the weight of it sat heavy in the air. "Indeed, it was why we had all agreed that it was a bad idea to have a woman lead us," someone sneered from the back. I didn’t care who said it. Let them talk. I already knew how they felt, resentful, bitter. Their issues were deeper than anything I could fix in one go. They had one collective brain cell between them, except for one man who