Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 118

AUTHOR'S POVRain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Ashford estate library.Victoria pushed the heavy mahogany doors open. They groaned loud enough to announce her arrival, but her father didn’t bother looking up from his desk. He kept his silver pen moving across a thick parchment ledger."Knocking is still a customary practice in this house, Victoria," Lord Ashford muttered."And marrying a man who actually wants to be in the same time zone as you used to be customary." Stepping onto the vintage Persian rug, she crossed her arms. "But we are breaking all sorts of traditions this season, aren't we?"Ashford sighed heavily, dropping the pen. He finally looked up, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. "Do not start this again. Magnus has a tracker on the boy. The situation is handled.""Handled?" Victoria let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Jordan slaughtered an entire squad of Enforcers on the highway. He is running across state lines with a traitor's daughter. Magnus isn't

JORDAN Nodding, I threw the roots into the stone bowl. Grinding the pestle down, the dried plants snapped and crunched. A sharp, spicy scent filled the air, burning the back of my throat just from breathing it in."Get a pot of water boiling," I ordered, focusing on crushing the ingredients into a fine powder.Amberly moved quickly, filling a small metal pot at the sink and slamming it onto the gas stove. She twisted the dial, the blue flame roaring to life.We worked in tense silence. Dumping the crushed obsidian powder into the mortar, I mixed it with the red herbs. Once the water reached a rolling boil, I scraped the mixture into the pot.The water instantly turned a violent, bubbling crimson.A foul smell erupted from the stove. It smelled like sulfur, rust, and burning hair."Oh, god," Amberly gagged, taking a step back. "That smells like actual trash.""It's not meant to taste good." Stirring the boiling liquid with a wooden spoon, the mixture thickened into a dark, muddy syrup

AUTHOR’S POV Gravel crunched under the tires of the silver sports car.Cutting the engine a block away from the estate gates, Victoria slipped out of the driver's seat. The dashboard clock read 3:14 AM. The air was freezing, but her skin still felt warm, humming with the lingering memory of Kaelen's touch.The thought of the fuck had her pussy tingling again.Walking past the sleeping security guards, she bypassed the main entrance. Slipping through the manicured hedges, she unlocked the side conservatory door using a master key she stole from the head butler three years ago.The house was dead silent.Tiptoeing up the grand marble staircase, she held her breath, praying the old floorboards wouldn't creak.Reaching the third floor, she pushed the heavy oak door to her bedroom open."You missed curfew," a voice spoke from the shadows.Victoria jumped, her heart slamming against her ribs. She slammed her hand against the wall switch, flooding the massive, sterile bedroom with bright ch

AMBERLYSmoke from wood-fired ovens hung thick over the village market.The small, neutral settlement existed off the grid, hidden deep in a valley between three major pack borders. Rogues, exiles, and humans running from their pasts blended together here. Nobody asked questions. Nobody cared about your last name.Walking down the cobblestone street, I breathed in the heavy scent of roasted lamb, cinnamon, and wet earth. My hair was still damp from the shower, hidden under a thick black beanie.Maya’s stall sat at the very end of the market square.She was arranging small, hand-carved wooden charms on a velvet cloth. Maya was a rogue shifter, cast out from the Southern pack years ago for refusing a forced mating arrangement. She wore a patched denim jacket and had a silver hoop pierced through her left eyebrow."You look less like a ghost today," Maya called out, not looking up from her charms."Thanks." Stopping at her stall, I picked up a small wooden wolf pendant. "I think the moun