Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Scorned Bride: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Victor's POVOf course, it was Justin. No one else would have the guts to barge into my office without announcing themselves first. Only my best friend would do that.“Victor, I checked the contract. It’s all good. Just sign here.”He walked in like he owned the place, dropping a stack of papers onto my desk. He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my posture and my silence.“What’s going on?” he asked. “Did Ava cause trouble again?”My jaw tightened. I pressed my fingers against my temple, the pressure doing nothing to ease the noise in my head.“Check the medical records,” I said finally, my voice low. “From the Werewolf Prison. Three years ago.”Justin stilled.“And send them to Reuben.”The shift in the room was immediate. A sharp bang cracked through the air as Justin slammed his fist onto the desk.My wolf reacted instantly, alert, dominant, and ready to snap back, but I held it down.“What’s going on with you, Victor?” he demanded, frustration bleeding into his sce

Ava's POV“Dad, can I see Mom tonight?” Jasper asked, his tone softer than usual.Victor’s answer came without hesitation. “No.”“But why not?” Jasper pushed. “I’ve been good, stayed home… but that woman isn’t easy to get along with. I don’t like her.”That woman. I scoffed.“She saved you,” Victor said flatly.Silence followed.The moment I heard Victor’s response, something inside me… stilled.I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head as my wolf stirred within me. Then I continued downstairs.My sharp ears caught Jasper’s next words. His voice was softer now. “Dad, when can I see Mom? Does that mean I can’t ever see her again?”I didn’t stop walking. I didn’t turn.“We’ll see later,” Victor replied. “She’s busy preparing for her concert at the end of the month. Behave, and I’ll take you.”Concert.Even without seeing him, I could imagine Jasper’s face lighting up. “Oh right! It’s Mom’s first solo concert,” he said eagerly. “I really shouldn’t bother her. I’ll be good. Promise you’ll

Ava's POVI picked up my cigarette again. My fingers were steadier now, but only because I willed them to be.Five years… Five years of chains, of concrete walls, of suppressed instincts and forced submission. Five years of being treated like a slave.And now here he was, asking how those years were.I inhaled again, ignoring the way my lungs recoiled, forcing myself to endure it this time. The pain of all I went through grounded me.“Strange timing, Alpha Victor,” I said coolly, exhaling smoke through a faint smirk. “It is a little too late for concern.”I spent five years in prison, and I can count the number of days he visited. We were mates who shared a bond, and not once did he communicate with me through our mindlink. He completely cut off access.And now he thought a question could fix that?Did he think saying the words was enough? That asking meant something after everything he’d done… after everything he hadn’t done?“Did anyone give you trouble?” he asked. His voice was qui

Ava's POVI was quite surprised. Victor had never bothered to inform me of his movements since I moved back into this house.Why tell me now? Also, what could I possibly need from him?The last time I’d called him…My jaw tightened slightly as the memory surfaced.Laura had picked up the call. She was with him.The humiliation had burned deeper than I’d expected, like a brand pressed into skin.There was no chance I’d put myself through that again.Still, the future had a way of twisting. Who knew what tomorrow might bring?My gaze dropped to the table as I chewed slowly.******By the evening of that day, everything unraveled.At first, nothing seemed amiss. But Jasper was strangely quiet. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact. His movements were smaller than usual, like he was trying to take up less space. He also wore a sweater, which was unusual.When we got home, he went straight to his room, refusing to eat dinner. The door shut behind him with a finality that made my wolf

Ava's POVRose met my eyes and nodded.“Yes,” she said firmly. “You never left.”My pulse roared in my ears.“You left the knitting unfinished,” she added. “I’ve kept it all this time.”The ground beneath me seemed to tilt, the room spinning slightly as if I’d been thrown off balance without warning.For years, I had borne the accusation. The certainty in everyone else’s eyes that I was the culprit.A sound tore from my throat. A sharp, broken laugh. And then, hot and unstoppable tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them.My wolf surged forward in overwhelming relief.For so long, it had been just a handful of us who believed in my innocence. Nora, Richard, my grandmother, and me.But now there was someone else who knew I was innocent.I pressed a hand against my chest, as if I could physically hold myself together. My knees weakened slightly, but I stayed standing, forcing myself to remain upright.That night, for the first time in a long time, I slept.Not the restless, fra