All Chapters of Arranged Marriage To The Comatose Alpha King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CLARA'S POVI felt the morning sun hitting my eyes with a sharp, insistent warmth. They'd most definitely pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains and headed for me.I groaned, shielding my face with the crook of my arm as I slowly drifted back from the shores of a deep, dreamless sleep.My body felt heavy, yet strangely limber, as if every muscle had finally been allowed to unclench after years of tension.I stretched my hands out over my head, feeling the soft friction of the cotton sheets against my skin.I yawned, a long, jaw-cracking sound that seemed to vibrate in the quiet of the room.For some reason, I felt incredibly refreshed.The usual morning ache, and the dread that usually sat like a stone in my stomach the moment I opened my eyes was missing.I pushed the covers aside and got off the bed, my feet hitting the rug with a soft thud.I began to draw my legs toward the bathroom, intent on washing away the grogginess of sleep, but I stopped dead halfway across the floo

CLARA'S POVI couldn't find my voice. It was buried somewhere deep beneath the layers of shock and the sudden, frantic pounding of my heart. I gave a curt, jerky nod, my chin tucked so low it pressed against my collarbone. I was terrified that if I spoke, I would either scream or burst into tears, and neither felt like the right response for a future Luna.The silence stretched, agonizingly intimate. I could feel every line of his hard, muscular thighs beneath me, and the heat radiating from his chest against my back was somehow reminding me of how dangerous this position was. Suddenly, I felt the ghost of his breath against the shell of my ear. He leaned in, his lips so close they brushed against my hair."Shouldn't you get up already?" he whispered, his voice a dark, velvety caress that sent a shiver racing down my spine. "Or are you trying to test just how much control I have, mate?"My eyes widened, and a jolt of pure adrenaline shot through me. The reminder of his physical reac

ROWAN’S POVThe door to my private chambers clicked shut, leaving me in a silence that felt heavy and charged. Clara had just left, the scent of wild jasmine and soft peaches still clinging to the air, mockingly sweet. My skin felt like it was still vibrating from where she had leaned against me.“I think I’m willing,” she’d whispered.Those four words were more powerful than any Alpha command I had ever issued. My wolf was pacing in my mind, a restless, golden-eyed shadow that wanted to drag her back and lock the door. But I had a pack to reclaim. I had a legacy that had been gathering dust for seven years while I drifted in the gray.A light knock sounded.Two maids entered, their heads bowed so low I could only see the tops of their caps. They moved with a practiced, terrified efficiency that irritated me. I wasn't a monster, yet they hovered as if I might snap their necks for a misplaced fold of fabric.Slowly, they draped a heavy, charcoal-gray silk robe over my shoulders. With

CLARA’S POVI was currently engaged in a losing battle with my own bedsheets.Since I had returned to my small, sparsely furnished room after breakfast, I hadn’t been able to sit still for more than thirty seconds.I kept tossing and turning, my limbs tangling in the thin duvet. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see the shadows of my father’s house or the cold sneer of my sister Mira.Instead, I saw the way Rowan had looked at me, not as a servant, not as a ghost, but as a woman.The memory of him catching me staring at his physique flashed across my mind like a bolt of lightning.I could still see the way the sunlight had defined the hard ridges of his chest and the powerful slope of his shoulders when he stretched.And that wink... that slow, wicked wink that had told me he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.I buried my face in my pillow, stifling a hysterical, bubbly laughter that felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.“I was just checking to see if you're f

CLARA’S POVThe stone path beneath my boots softened into moss as we left the noise behind.I could still feel it in the air, that leftover tension, but it was slipping away the further we walked.Rowan didn’t let go of my hand.His fingers stayed locked with mine like he was afraid I might disappear if he loosened his grip for even a second. He led me up a winding trail, past tall trees until finally, we reached a hidden plateau… and there it was.The conservatory.Glass and iron, shining softly under the light, like something delicate but impossible to break. Inside, it was alive… overflowing with plants, vines, flowers everywhere, as if the whole place was breathing.My breath caught.Rowan pushed the doors open, and the air that rushed out smelled like earth and rain.“My great-grandmother built this,” he said, his voice soft, almost distant, like he was stepping into a memory. I stepped inside slowly, my fingers still wrapped in his.“It’s… beautiful,” I whispered, my voice small