Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Scorned Bride: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Ava's POVVictor’s eyes cut into me, sharp, cold and assessing.“Yeah, I know,” he said, his voice low.Before he could step forward, Clara’s voice split the room like a howl in the night, ice and authority wrapped in one. Her gaze zeroed in on Laura, who still clung to Victor’s arm like a pup seeking shelter.“Then what are you still doing here with her?” Clara demanded.Laura’s eyes shimmered with tears. She stepped back reluctantly, her scent trembling.“Grandma,” she said softly, her voice quivering with humility, “Victor and I… we’ve known each other since we were cubs. We used to run in the garden together, play in the moonlight. And I’m Jasper’s aunt. Please don’t hate me.”She paused, sniffing. Her fur bristled slightly, but she held herself steady. “Everything I’ve done was to help Ava. I never meant to ruin things. With Ava gone these past four years, I was worried about Victor managing alone with a pup. That’s why I stayed close.”Her eyes flicked toward me, wide and almost

Ava's POV“My contact spotted Laura with a man. I ran a background check on his photo, he’s Dr. Clarke Morris from Central Hospital.”The brush slipped in my fingers.Central Hospital. The room seemed to tilt.Nora hesitated. When she spoke again, her voice dropped. “That’s… that’s the same hospital where June died.”My heart slammed once, hard enough to hurt. My wolf recoiled, grief and rage surging together.I was on my feet before I realized I’d moved. “Where are they now?”“My contact says they went to Midnight Club,” Nora said quickly. “But I’m still in court. I need about thirty minutes to wrap up, so I had him follow them. When I get word—”“I’m going myself.”“No way!” she snapped. “It’s too risky. If Laura spots you, we’re done for. Wait for me to finish here, and I’ll go with you.”“I can’t wait,” I said. The words came out low and absolute. “If we miss this chance, we might never get another one.”“Ava—”I ended the call.I strode out of my grandma’s home and into the after

Ava's POV I watched him, waiting for him to speak but he said nothing. My nails dug into my palms. “Why did June’s doctor suddenly quit?” I demanded. “How does a child just die from pneumonia? Why wasn't her dead body shown to you?” My voice rose with every question. “Or maybe you weren’t even there. Maybe Laura just told you everything afterward.” His jaw tightened. Still no answer. “Victor,” I said bitterly, “do you trust Laura that much?” My chest burned. “What happened to June was…” “Enough!” Victor's voice cracked through the hallway like thunder. The Alpha pressure in it slammed into me instinctively. My wolf bristled, refusing to submit. “Laura helped raise your children for years,” Victor said coldly. “Instead of gratitude, you accuse her?” His eyes hardened. “Do you even have a conscience?” For a moment I couldn’t breathe. I had expected disbelief. But this…This hurt more than I imagined. My chest ached like something inside it was tearing apart. “Have you forgott

Ava's POV Feelings? The word echoed in my head like a distant howl. For a moment, my mind drifted back to last night. The club…the chaos. Victor’s dominant, cold and powerful presence. I remembered the way he had treated me. My wolf stirred uneasily at the memory. I quickly shook my head. “No way.” My voice came out firmer than I expected. Victor having feelings for me? That was impossible. If anything, that man looked at me the way an alpha looked at a stray that had wandered too close to his territory. But what he was actually thinking…I had no clue. Not even my wolf could read that man. Suddenly, a sharp thought hit me. My eyes widened. I quickly patted my pajama pockets….Left…right. I felt nothing. A ripple of panic ran through me. “Nora,” I said quickly, looking up. “Where’s my phone?” My heart began to beat faster. “I recorded a video of Laura and Dr. Clarke on it.” “Your phone was damaged beyond repair,” Nora said. “I got you this one, but… the videos are gone

Ava's POV The mask hid my identity, and the fitted dress left little to imagination. Clarke’s eyes gleamed like a starving wolf spotting prey. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it eagerly. “Since you’ve been so good to me,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation, “I should return the favor.” He pulled me toward a nearby couch, barely able to hide his excitement. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he said, leaning closer. “How about we just—” I pressed my palm firmly over Clarke’s mouth before he could finish whatever filthy thought was forming. My eyes narrowed behind the mask. My wolf was already irritated by his scent that had spiked with greed, sweat, cheap liquor, and the sickly sweetness of a male who thought he’d found easy prey. “Don’t rush,” I said coolly. My voice carried a teasing lilt, but inside, my wolf’s lip curled in disgust. “Let’s drink first.” Clarke blinked at me, momentarily stunned. Then he chuckled, clearly charmed by the mystery. “Alright,” he said, eyes