บททั้งหมดของ THE WRONG VOW, MY PERFECT ALPHA: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

LENA “Excuse me?” I was beyond offended.  “You heard me.” “No, I heard you accuse me of being stupid after someone tried to poison me.” His expression didn’t shift. “If it helps, I’ve been thinking it for days.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You are unbelievable.” “And you are reckless.” “I am not reckless.” “You accepted food from a woman who hates you.”

LENA By the time we reached my room, the entire summit had transformed into something sharp-edged and watchful, it was no longer a gathering of powerful packs exchanging alliances, gossip and expensive wine. It had become a fortress with polished floors and too many secrets. Guards stood at every turn in the corridor, servants kept their eyes lowered as they hurried past, and the usual noise of the summit had dulled into nervous whispers that clung to the walls like smoke. I hated it, I hated the silence, I hated the note still burned into my memory, and I especially hated the fact that Kael still hadn’t let go of my hand. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, I was absolutely complaining. Internally, repeatedly and wit

LENA An elder with sharp features folded his hands. “Then the answer is obvious. We close the grounds and continue the investigation until the culprit is found.” “That would be ideal,” another Alpha said. “But impossible because half the summit guests are already demanding escorts home.” “They can demand whatever they like,” the elder snapped. “And if someone else dies before dawn?” Kael asked. The room fell quiet. His voice remained calm, but there was steel in it now, the kind that made people pay attention whether they wanted to or not.

LENA Apparently the universe hated me and had decided that if I was going to start having mysterious episodes in public, the first person to witness them would be the one man least likely to let me pretend they hadn’t happened. His hand tightened around my arm, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep me steady while his gaze dropped from my face to the carriage door and to the silver mark. My stomach dropped. It wasn’t large and if someone wasn’t looking carefully, they might have missed it entirely, just a thin, bright line etched into the dark metal beneath where my hand had been, as though heat had licked across the surface and left proof behind. 

LENA Coming back to the pack house should have felt like relief and in some ways, it did because the moment I stepped inside, the cold mountain air of the summit disappeared behind me, replaced by warmth, polished wood, and the familiar scent of cedar and coffee drifting from somewhere deeper in the house. The floors no longer echoed with the footsteps of nervous nobles and armed summit guards. There were no silver trays, no whispering council members, no poisoned desserts waiting under crystal covers. Just the pack house that one felt like home. Home? Coming from me who wanted out days ago.  I was getting far too comfortable with that word. Mrs. Eliara, naturally