All Chapters of Disguised Before The Alpha Prince: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Pearl’s POVThe cold iron of the chain dug into the delicate skin around my neck as they dragged me through the stone corridors. Every step was jarring. The shackles clinked and scraped across the floor, a cruel rhythm that echoed with each tug on the chain. My knees burned, scraped from where I stumbled, but they didn’t let me stop not even to stand properly.“I didn’t do anything,” I whispered, hoarse.My voice cracked under the weight of panic.“I’m not a traitor,” I tried again, louder this time, as they yanked me forward.But they didn’t listen.No one ever listens when it matters.Their hands were rough, uncaring. Each time I resisted even just to catch my breath the guard at the front jerked the chain harder, forcing my body to jolt forward with a gasp. The pressure around my throat made it hard to breathe. I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t. Not when that’s exactly what they wanted.“You have the wrong person!” I shouted as we turned a corner, the walls narrowing with every step. “I’ve

Pearl POV The clang of metal echoed off the stone walls of the dungeon. The cold seeped into my skin, into my bones, until even my breath felt like frost. My wrists burned from the chains, the weight of the iron biting into bruised skin. My back ached, my legs were trembling, but it wasn’t the physical pain that made my heart stutter.It was the silence. The waiting.And the guards.Three of them entered. Their faces were hidden behind shadows cast by torchlight, but their intentions were not. One of them carried a long, narrow case—its lid creaked open with an ominous sound that sent a chill down my spine. Inside, glints of sharp tools reflected the flames, each more sinister than the last.I flinched. My instincts screamed at me to run, to vanish, to melt into the shadows and disappear. But I couldn’t move. The chains tugged harshly at my ankles, and my body was already weak from hunger and cold.“I told you,” I said hoarsely, my voice cracking with desperation. “I haven’t betrayed

Demyan’s POVThe palace was never silent, not even at night. The halls breathed with whispers of servants, the watchful eyes of guards, and the endless pulse of secrets carried through its stone walls. Yet as I moved, cloaked and masked, each step felt heavier with intent.It wasn’t duty that guided me tonight. It wasn’t even a reason. It was the unbearable weight pressing against my chest the thought of her, alone, after what she endured.Pearl.No one else in this vast empire knew the truth her eyes carried. To them she was “Perin,” the accused, the traitor boy. But to me… she was the girl who had stumbled into my life with fire in her spirit and fragility in her heart. I knew she was innocent, yet even innocence was powerless against the cruelty of chains.I stopped outside Rowan’s chamber door. The guards had long since been ordered to leave this wing under my seal. Only silence greeted me as I slipped inside, closing the door with the gentlest click.The room was dim, lit only by

Pearl POVThe familiar arches of the academy gates loomed above us, a sight I thought I might never see again. My heart fluttered wildly, not with fear this time, but with something dangerously close to relief. Students lingered in the courtyards, their whispers like restless shadows brushing past me. Some pointed, others lowered their heads quickly when Demyan’s sharp gaze swept over them.I walked a little closer to him, drawing strength from his silent presence, but my steps slowed when I saw Killian waiting just beyond the entrance. His usually relaxed expression brightened the moment he spotted me.“Perin!” he called, striding toward me with a grin that lit his entire face. Before I could react, his large hands clapped onto my shoulders, almost making me stumble back. “You’re finally back! Do you have any idea how dull it’s been without you?”I blinked, a small laugh escaping me despite the heaviness still clinging to my chest. “Killian…”He didn’t wait for further words. His arm

Pearl’s POVI tried to steady my breathing, tried to focus on the professor’s words scratching across the board, but it was useless. My body was still betraying me, thighs pressed tight, pulse still erratic, every nerve raw from what Demyan had just done.I should’ve been relieved that he’d stopped. I should’ve thanked the gods that the professor hadn’t noticed.But then his hand brushed mine on the desk.A small, meaningless gesture to anyone looking. But to me, it was a warning. A promise.I darted him a look, silently begging him not to. His expression was maddeningly composed, eyes fixed on the lesson, lips curved in that faint, cruel smirk that only I could see.And then his hand slid lower.My stomach knotted as his fingers trailed down my thigh under the desk. I shifted, trying to push my chair closer to the table, trying to trap myself so he couldn’t reach. But he was relentless. His fingers pried their way between my thighs like he owned me.My pulse thundered in my ears. Eve