《The Alpha's Scorned Bride》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

Ava's POVI prayed silently to the Moon Goddess… Please no, not her.“Her doctor came by today,” Miriam said softly. “Some of her numbers were off…”My wolf went still.“And she had a minor heart attack tonight. Nothing major, she’s resting now after her medication.”I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temple as tension spiked through me.A heart attack, even a minor one… for a wolf like Clara, already weakened, wasn’t small.“Victor still isn’t home, is he?” I asked, my voice quieter now.There was a pause.“Not yet.”I swallowed, forcing my voice steady. “Alright. Thank you, Miriam. Please keep a close eye on her.”“Of course, Luna Ava. Don’t worry, I know what to do.”The call ended.I let out a long breath, my chest tight, something heavy pressing down on me.If I went back alone, Clara would notice, and she would worry. And with her heart like this, that wasn’t a risk I could take.I stared at my phone for a long moment. There was only one option. The one I least wan

Victor's POVI looked up at Ava.My wolf stirred faintly at the edge of my awareness, roused not by her threat, but by the tone she used.“Didn’t you just say Grandma wasn’t doing well,” I said, my voice even, “and that we needed to put on an act?”She didn’t miss a beat.“Then maybe you should manage your own phone?”The way she looked at me made something in my chest tighten, just slightly.“It’s just a phone,” she continued, her voice laced with irritation. “Don’t you have pockets? Why give it to Laura? What is she, your personal secretary?”My wolf shifted, feeling uncomfortable. There was something different about her tonight. She had been acting differently, like she was lit on fire.“When I need to reach you,” she went on, “she won’t let me through. I have to tell her everything so she can relay the message.”Her scent carried frustration now, real frustration.“If you two want to flaunt your relationship,” she added, her voice dropping, “then leave me out of it.”I studied her

Ava’s POVI snapped out of it immediately, tore my gaze from Victor, and rushed downstairs.He followed at an unhurried pace, each step measured, utterly composed, as though he hadn’t just looked at me like food meant to be devoured.“Miriam, is the chicken soup ready? Give some to Ava,” Victor called out.His voice carried through the house. Then he walked off toward the living room as if nothing about this was strange.A moment later, Miriam appeared, the rich scent of chicken broth curling through the air, warm and comforting. Even my wolf leaned toward it, sensitive to the nourishment after hours in the rain.“Luna Ava, drink this while it’s still hot.”I hesitated, my fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the table. Then I nodded. “Thank you, Miriam.”Miriam’s smile softened. “Alpha Victor asked me to prepare it. He said you got caught in the rain today and was worried you might catch a fever.”Victor asked her to prepare it for me? My wolf stilled, its ears pricking in

Ava's POVAfter a long moment, I forced myself into the shower. The hot water hit my skin, washing away the lingering scent of smoke, but it couldn’t wash away the ache lodged deep in my chest.When I stepped out, I dressed carefully, applying just enough makeup to mask the pallor, to hide the cracks.By the time I went downstairs, my face was composed and controlled.Luna Clara was already seated in the parlor, a morning paper spread neatly in her hands. A cup of tea sat on the side table beside her.I approached softly. “Good morning, Grandma.”She looked up, her face warming instantly. “Ava, go have some breakfast.”I sat beside her, folding my hands lightly in my lap. “How are you feeling today?”“Quite well,” she said with a small nod.I smiled, keeping it gentle. “Do you have any plans today? I’d love to spend some time with you.”Her expression brightened, clearly pleased. “Oh, how sweet.” She folded the paper, tapping it lightly against her palm. “Let me think about that. Go e

Ava's POVVictor didn’t react to the change in my tone. His voice remained even, almost conversational.“Laura is Mr. Hale’s final disciple,” he began, as if reciting something well established. “She has an impeccable reputation here and internationally. She’s the youngest porcelain restorer in the field and the most renowned. Every major collector and elite seeks her out.”Each word felt like a sharp, precise needle driving deep into me.“She’s always needed a proper assistant,” he continued. “I’ve seen your work. Your fundamentals are solid. You could handle the simpler pieces.”He paused slightly. “Laura mentioned wanting you on her team. The pay would definitely be worth your while.”I stared at him. This man, who barely spoke more than necessary, was now going on about Laura like this… praising her, defending her, and even recommending her to me.A hollow sound echoed in my head, something between a laugh and a snarl.Laura was Mr. Hale’s final disciple? The youngest, most renown