All Chapters of MARRIED TO AN ALPHA, CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING : Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Bella's POV The doors opened again. I heard them before I saw them. The creak of the hinges, the specific sound of wood moving against stone. The footsteps that followed were hesitant, uneven, the footsteps of someone who was being dragged toward something they did not want to face. Two royal guards marched the healer into the hall. I felt my breath catch in my throat. It was Cora. The same Cora from the charity event. She was trembling. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her hands clasped in front of her so tightly that her knuckles were white. Her gaze darted around the hall, taking in the elders, the council, the servants, the guards. Taking in Andrew. Taking in Hailey. Taking in me. And then she saw Ethan. I watched her face change. The specific way her expression shifted from fear to something else. Something that looked almost like resignation. Her shoulders dropped slightly. Her eyes fell to the floor. She knew who he was. She knew what he could do. She knew she had bee

Bella's POV I sat on the edge of Ethan's bed while the healer finished wrapping my wrist. The bandage was white and clean, wound around my skin in careful layers. I watched her hands move, steady and precise, her fingers pressing the fabric into place. The sting of the ointment she had applied was sharp at first, then faded into a dull warmth that sat just beneath the surface of my skin. The smell of it was herbal and sharp, something medicinal that filled my nostrils and made me think of sickness and healing and all the things I had not allowed myself to feel. It was nothing compared to the throbbing in my cheek. Every beat of my heart sent a pulse of pain through the bruised flesh, a reminder of Andrew's hand. I could still feel the impact of it, the way my head had snapped to the side, the way my teeth had cut into my lip. I could still taste the blood in my mouth, metallic and stale, even though the wound had stopped bleeding hours ago. The skin of my cheek was hot and tight,

Bella's POV The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the room. I sat on the edge of Ethan's bed, my fingers running over the silk of the nightgown Julie had helped me into. The fabric was cool and smooth against my skin, pale and delicate. It slipped over my shoulders easily, falling to my thighs in soft layers. The lingerie beneath it was lace and silk, delicate and intricate, the kind of thing I had never worn for Andrew. Julie had found everything in his wardrobe. The nightgown. The lingerie. The robe. All of it new. All of it with the tags still attached. All of it in my size. I had been wondering about that since the first time I saw the clothes hanging there. The dresses. The nightgowns. The underthings. Everything in his wardrobe was my size. Everything had been waiting for me. The door opened. I looked up. Ethan stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The latch clicked softly into place. He was still in his formal clothes, the dark

Bella's POV The dress was white and gold. I stood in front of the mirror while Julie's hands worked the last of the buttons at my back. The fabric was heavy and luxurious against my skin, the gold embroidery catching the light from the candles on the table. It hugged my waist and fell in soft layers to the floor, the hem brushing against my feet. The neckline was modest but elegant, the sleeves long and flowing. Julie had pinned my hair up, leaving a few strands to frame my face. A small gold circlet rested on my forehead, delicate and simple. I had not asked for it. It had been laid out on the table with the dress, waiting for me. I touched my cheek. The bruises were still visible, faded but present. A reminder of what I had survived. The skin was tender under my fingertips, the yellow and purple fading to green at the edges. Julie saw me do it. Her hand came up and squeezed mine. "You look beautiful, Luna," she said. Then she caught herself. "Queen." I smiled at her through t