Todos los capítulos de THE WRONG VOW, MY PERFECT ALPHA: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

PRINCE ADRIANBy the time Cara had changed dresses for the third time, I was already regretting agreeing to the visit.“It has to be ivory,” she said, standing before the mirror while three maids fussed over her hair. “White makes me look washed out.”One maid carefully held up another gown. “This one, my Lady?”Cara wrinkled her nose. “No.” Another. “No.” A third. “…Maybe.”I leaned against the doorway, arms folded across my chest. “You know they’re children.”She glanced at me through the mirror. “What?”“The people we’re visiting.”“I know.”“You’ve changed clothes three times.”She laughed lightly, as though I had said something amusing. “There will be photographers.”Of course.She turned to one of the maids. “Have someone ride ahead.”The girl bowed. “What should I tell them, my Lady?”Cara adjusted an emerald earring. “Make sure the children are presentable.”I frowned. “Presentable?”She looked at me as though it were obvious. “I don’t want dirty faces ruining the photographs.

LENAI didn’t sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the missing page.“…the child must never discover who she truly is…”The words had followed me back from the library, into my room, into my bed, into my dreams. They lingered in every quiet corner of my mind like someone standing just outside a closed door, waiting for me to open it.Who was the child? Why erase an entire page instead of simply removing the book?People didn’t destroy history unless history frightened them.The first rays of morning spilled across my bedroom before I finally gave up trying to sleep, I pushed the blankets aside, crossed the room and splashed cold water over my face.My reflection stared back and I saw dark circles under my eyes, bruise along my forearm and another blooming across my shoulder.I traced the bruise lightly with my fingertips, yesterday, I would have hidden it but today, I smiled.It hurt which meant I had survived.A knock sounded on my door. “Come in.”Maren stepped inside ca

PRINCE ADRIANAfter dismissing the merchant, I remained in my study long after the fire had burned low. His words refused to leave me.‘She thanks the servants, the children follow her, the warriors respect her.’None of it made sense.Lena Ashford had spent her entire life inside this palace moving like a ghost. She barely spoke unless spoken to, she lowered her eyes whenever nobles passed and even the servants rarely noticed her unless they needed someone to blame.How had the same girl become someone an entire territory respected?No, respect wasn’t the right word, the merchant had said loyal. I pushed away from my desk because there was only one place I suddenly wanted to see.The Ashford house was unusually quiet, most servants had retired for the evening, leaving only a handful of guards that had been stationed near the quarters since I got engaged to Cara. They bowed as I passed, but I barely acknowledged them and they didn’t ask me what I was doing there because the house was

LENAMy pulse hammered so violently I could hear it in my ears, the man didn’t rush me and that was the strangest part.He simply stood there with the two curved blades hanging loosely at his sides, watching me the way a hunter watched an injured animal.“You…” His eyes traveled slowly over my face. “…you’re smaller than I imagined.”My fingers trembled. “Who are you?”He didn’t answer, instead, he tilted his head. “So they were wrong.”My heartbeat stumbled. “What are you talking about?”Still no answer, he took another slow step forward and his boots echoed against the stone floor. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my feet refused to move.His gaze settled on my hands. “Show me.”I frowned. “…Show you what?”He smiled. “Awaken.”The word meant nothing to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”His smile slowly disappeared and for the first time, confusion crossed his face. “…You don’t know.”“I said I don’t know what you’re talking about!”He went silent then he laughe

LENAI sat still on the bed in the healer’s room and my eyes were eyes because I couldn’t sleep, my legs dangled at the edge of the bed as I stared at the dried blood stick under my fingernails. The blood wouldn’t come off, so I scrubbed my fingernails again until my skin turned red. Nothing remained beneath them anymore yet every time I looked down, I still saw his blood.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was the assassin smiling and his words echoing in my head, “they said you died.” A chill ran down my spine and I snapped back to reality. A few minutes later, the healer entered, walked over to me and examined my cracked ribs, the bits on my arms and the blooming bruises that weren’t so painful but they looked like it. “You’re fortunate,” she said quietly and I raised my head to look at her. “No, I’m not,” I retorted, feeling a bit irritated. “Ever since I got here I’ve been hunted and you think that’s me being fortunate?”The healer looked shocked at my words but she didn’