Lahat ng Kabanata ng Arranged Marriage To The Comatose Alpha King : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Clara's pov"Where have you been, you useless shadow? My ears are practically naked and the gala starts in an hour."Mira’s voice cut through the evening air, sharp enough to bleed. She was perched on the edge of a stone fountain, surrounded by a cluster of high-ranking pack sons who hung on her every word like she was reciting scripture. Damien stood a few paces behind her, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like a statue carved from midnight and arrogance.I stopped in my tracks, my fingers still stained with the damp earth from the riverbank. "I was just... walking," I whispered."Walking? Or you mean doing more daydreaming," Mira mocked, throwing her head back to laugh so the boys could see the line of her throat. "Go to my room and get my silver teardrop earrings, they’re on the vanity." I swallowed and turned to leave.“And Clara?” She called out and my gaze immediately snapped to hers, waiting for the next command. "Don't try to touch anything else with those filthy ha

Clara's PovTwo days passed in the blink of an eye. I stood in front of the cracked mirror in my small room, brushing my hair with trembling hands. The bruises on my arms had faded a little, but the pain in my chest remained. Not from the beatings, but from the weight of what lay ahead.I was to leave today.Father had announced it coldly that night. “In two days, you’ll leave this pack. Prepare yourself.”Everything didn’t even feel real to me.I hadn’t asked too many questions. I just nodded, bowed my head, and returned to my corner like an obedient dog.Lilith hadn’t spared a moment. She and Mira made my last two days miserable. They threw out most of my clothes, claiming I didn’t need rags where I was going. Mira even cut a few strands of my hair while I slept and laughed like a devil when I screamed.Now, I was already packed. Not much to take aside the small bag. A photo of my mother, one book, a worn jacket, and me dressed in a simple cream gown.I stood by the gate as the Ster

Clara's Pov “Mate.”The word didn’t just hang in the sterile air of the medical suite; it vibrated through the floorboards, through the soles of my shoes, and straight into the marrow of my bones. It was a low, gravelly sound, rough from seven years of disuse, yet it possessed an authority that made the room go silent.My heart didn't just beat; it raced, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of ribs, and I instinctively flew my hand to my chest to steady the thundering rhythm. I stood frozen. Every biological function I possessed seemed to fail me at once, even my lungs forgot how to pull oxygen, my knees turned to water, and my tongue felt like a lead weight in my mouth.My eyes drifted to Rowan and I almost wished it didn't.Slowly, Rowan opened his eyes, and my breath cut. I had spent days staring at his closed lids, imagining what lay beneath, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. He had the most beautiful emerald green eyes I had ever seen. Clear, piercing, and anc

Clara's Pov "What?"The word tore from my throat before I could even think of catching it. It wasn't a whisper or a stuttered apology; it was a jagged, disbelief-fueled yell that echoed off the cold medical equipment and the high, vaulted ceiling.My mind was racing so fast it felt like it was spinning out of its tracks. He was joking. He had to be. My chest heaved as I stared long at him, my vision blurring at the edges. This had to be a cruel, elaborate test. He was an Alpha—the Alpha Prince of the Sterling Pack—and I was a nameless, scentless servant who had been sold into this house like a piece of livestock.Maybe he was angry. Maybe the dark spell that had kept him under for seven years had twisted his mind, and now he wanted to punish me for the secrets I had whispered into his ears while he was helpless.Or worse, maybe he was just toying with me. Maybe he had heard how Mira and Damien had broken me, and he wanted to see if there was any piece of my dignity left to shatte

ROWAN’S POV"Shit."The word wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough to cover the sheer, agonizing chaos currently roaring through my veins.I growled, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated from the soles of my feet to the roof of my mouth, and tossed the silk duvet off my body. It felt like a shroud of lead.I sat up on the edge of the bed, the springs creaking under a weight that felt ten times heavier than it had seven years ago.I ran my hands through my hair, gripping the dark strands until my scalp stung, trying to anchor myself to reality.My skin was humming.No, it was vibrating.Every nerve ending I possessed was screaming, a thousand tiny needles of electricity jumping under my flesh.My eyes trailed to the tall, arched windows of the royal suite.The moonlight that had witnessed my awakening was gone, replaced by the pale, mocking fingers of dawn.Sunlight began to filter through the heavy velvet curtains, painting streaks of gold across the polished floor.It was morning.I