All Chapters of The Alpha's Ruined Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kessa The doctor bandaged me up, pressing the place gently. "It will heal in due time, but a nurse will come and change the dressing after two days," he informed me with a professional tone. The cut wasn’t deep, but the blade had been laced with poison, which was why the bandaging was necessary. “It’s good that the poison didn’t go deep. With proper care, it will be fine,” the doctor added reassuringly. I nodded, trying to mask the pain, but every movement of my body felt like a tug on my wound. As the doctor finished his work, he gave me a sympathetic look. “You should rest now. Avoid any heavy movements for a while.” "Thank you," I muttered, my voice quiet as the doctor left the room. The door clicked softly behind him, and the stillness of the room settled around me like a heavy blanket. Mia walked in just then, carrying a tray with a bowl of porridge. She placed it on the table next to me. "I brought you something to eat. You need to keep your strength up." I glanced at the

Kessa I stared at my mother, wondering how she would take the news about Ian. I had to tell her the truth. She still believed that her baby boy was safe at the training academy, but the reality was far from it. "Mother," I called out softly, trying to steady my breathing. "There is something that I want to tell you." My voice trembled as I spoke, and I could feel the weight of the truth pressing down on me. She moved closer, her hands finding mine, her smile reassuring and comforting. How had this woman, so kind and gentle, ended up with a man like my father? He was a monster. He didn’t deserve to be alive, yet she had stayed with him all these years, enduring his cruelty. She deserved so much more than him, but she still loved him. I didn’t understand it, but I respected it. "What's wrong, Kessa?" Her voice was soft, filled with concern as she squeezed my hands gently. Her warmth was like a balm to my frayed nerves. "What is it about Ian? Is he okay?" I took a deep breath, swal

KessaIt was the second day, and I felt so much better and less heavy. The nurse had already changed the dressing; it hurt, but I moved through it. The painkillers had helped a lot, and the swelling from the poison had started to subside. I could breathe easier, and the worst of it seemed to be over.Still, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something else was wrong. My mind kept drifting back to the woman who attacked me, the one who had slipped past all security and managed to get so close. The thought unsettled me. Why would someone want to hurt me? Why hadn’t anyone seen her coming?Beta Quinn was with me in the room, his presence reassuring, though his serious expression told me there was still much to discuss. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking at me with a mixture of concern and duty."You should be resting, Kessa," he said, his voice low and calm, though I could hear the underlying tension. "I know you want to get up, but you need to listen to your mother. It’s for

Ronan I gulped down the last drop of whiskey in the cup, yet not feeling it in my system. It was as if I wasn’t even trying to get myself drunk. Fuck. Naledi had truly managed to mess up with my head, and unless I figured it out, I wasn't going to be good. I set the empty glass down, poured another cup for myself, and sat back in my chair for a moment, staring into the amber liquid. The thoughts in my mind were jumbled, Kessa, Aurora, everything was turning into a tangled mess. After a moment, I sighed, grabbed the glass, and stood up, deciding to visit Naledi in her room. I needed answers, and I had hoped that she'd be the one to give them to me. The way she had smiled when I entered earlier, her calm demeanor despite the chaos surrounding us, it made me wonder how much she knew. And I needed to know the truth, especially about Kessa and Aurora. I found her room easily enough and knocked softly on the door. A moment later, it opened, and Naledi stood before me, her eyes ligh

If anyone had told me that I would be standing here today, in front of the very man who had once been a source of guidance, I would have laughed in their face and called them a liar. But here I was, walking through the door, about to confront the truth I had avoided for so long. "You can do it," I whispered to myself, gathering every ounce of strength I had left. I knocked gently on the huge oak doors, hearing the familiar creak of wood on hinges. The door opened almost immediately, revealing the same girl who had always greeted me. She smiled faintly, but there was something distant in her eyes which has always been there, she was gloomy. Without a word, she gestured for me to enter. I walked in, my heart beating faster with each step. "Elder Marlow," I greeted, my voice steady despite the swirling storm in my chest. He wasn’t alone. Elder Henry sat beside him, and that instantly made me remember the conversation they had shared during the pack meeting. The unsettling way Elder H