All Chapters of The Alpha's Scorned Bride: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Ava's POVThe moment my cries echoed through Stone Manor, Kate's face twisted in panic.She lunged forward and slapped her hand over my mouth."Shut up!" Her voice was sharp and frantic. "Your mother is sleeping! Stop yelling!"My wolf immediately growled.I continued struggling and sobbing anyway."Mmmph! Mmmph!"Tears streamed down my face as I desperately tried to call for help. The servants watching from a distance exchanged nervous glances.Even Kingsley looked entertained now.Then, right on cue, heavy footsteps sounded from upstairs.My father's scent filled the manor. He descended the staircase wearing a dark suit, irritation radiating from every pore.He was clearly annoyed at being disturbed."What's all this noise?" His voice thundered through the hall. "You're giving me a headache."The moment Kate saw him, she practically transformed. One second she looked like an enraged harpy. The next, she looked like a pitiful victim.She rushed toward him with tears already forming i

Ava's POVMy heart skipped. For a second, I almost laughed.Who? Wasn't the answer obvious?Who else would benefit from my suffering? Who else had spent five years ensuring my life became a living nightmare?Of course, it was Laura. Everything always led back to her.But I wasn't stupid enough to say it. Not here, not in front of Magnus, not while I still lacked proof.So I shook my head."Stop asking." I forced a smile. "Please give me the soup. I need to see Mom."Kingsley didn't move. Instead, he turned toward Magnus, and what he said next surprised me."Dad." His voice was calm. "Even if she's no longer part of this family..."He looked at me."Grandma still raised her. At the end of the day, she's still Stone family blood."My chest tightened at the mention of Grandma.Magnus's expression hardened.Kingsley didn't stop."If one of our family members gets abused out there..."

Ava's POVWhen I reached the end of the hallway, I paused outside Mother's room.For a moment, my hand hovered over the door.My wolf shifted uneasily beneath my skin.Some of my worst memories lived behind this door with this woman.Still, I raised my hand and knocked.A few seconds later, an irritated voice came from inside."Come in."It was my mother's voice, the voice of the woman who had given birth to me, the woman who hated me.I carefully pushed the door open.The moment the door cracked open, my wolf recoiled.The scent of medicine, rotting herbs, and stale air hit us immediately.I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose.The room was almost completely dark.Every curtain was tightly drawn shut.Not a single ray of sunlight entered.The atmosphere felt oppressive, like a tomb, like a den abandoned by life itself.In the middle of the room lay Beatrice.

Ava's POVI slowly turned my gaze toward Kate.The maid was cleaning the spilled soup from the floor. On the surface, she looked concerned, attentive, and devoted, like the perfect caretaker.She kept muttering while trying to comfort Beatrice."My lady, don't get upset. That girl only comes here to cause trouble. You need to rest."The words sounded caring enough, but my wolf's sharp senses noticed something else.The corners of Kate's mouth held a tiny smile she couldn't quite hide. It lasted only a second, a brief flicker gone before anyone else could notice.The smile looked satisfied, as though she enjoyed seeing Beatrice angry, as though she enjoyed watching me get hurt, as though this entire scene had unfolded exactly the way she wanted.I stared for a moment longer before forcing myself to look away.I didn't have proof, only suspicions, and suspicions could get you killed, especially inside a family as rotten as

Ava's POVThe sharp smell of antiseptic woke me. I frowned immediately.I looked around and realized I was at the hospital again. At this point, I should probably have my own room permanently reserved.Maybe they'd put my name on the door.Ava Stone, Frequent Visitor.Before I could sit up, a familiar voice reached my ears."Ava, you are finally awake! Thank goodness. Do you have any idea how worried you made everyone?"The voice was tired and concerned.I blinked, then turned my head.Victor sat beside my bed. He was still wearing a black suit, but his tie had been loosened. His usually perfect appearance looked slightly disheveled.Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes.And his scent was laced with stress, worry, and exhaustion.He stood and moved closer. His voice softened immediately."How are you feeling?"I stared at him, suspicious and confused, waiting for the catch.Whe