All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha's Unwanted Bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SYLVIAThe wheels finally stopped rolling.I sat inside the carriage as the door was yanked open from the outside. Cyprian stepped out first, extending his hand toward me, but I ignored it and climbed down on my own.The cold night air hit my face as I looked up at the stone fortress of the Western territory. The place felt dead. Guards stood stationed along the wall, holding torches, their eyes blank as they watched us. When we had passed through the outer gates earlier, the guards told Cyprian that his father was stuck in a pack meeting with his elders and couldn't be interrupted.Cyprian grabbed my arm, forcing me to walk beside him up the front steps and through the entrance. He led me down a winding path of halls until we reached a door near the end of the hall.He pushed the door open, gesturing for me to step inside. The room was plain, a single bed, a small table, and a solitary window with thick iron bars covering it. This was also different from the other timeline but I didn

SYLVIA I stared at her, my mind reeling as her words hung in the silence between us. "A love potion? Why would you do that, Willow?" Willow pulled her hands away from her bruised face, her eyes flashing with anger. "Because of you!" she yelled, her voice breaking as she pointed a trembling finger at my chest. "You were always the prettier one! Everyone looked at you first, no matter what I did! I hated it!" "Willow—" "No! Let me speak!" she screamed, tears spilling over her bloody lip. "Even Mother... she acted as if she hated you, but I knew the truth. I always knew she loved you more than me! You had her heart without even trying, while I had to beg for scrap bits of affection! So I wanted everything you had. I wanted Cyprian to look at me the way he looked at you. I wanted your life!" I looked down at her, the cloth in my hand stained with her blood. "And look where that brought you," I said, my voice turning cold. "Are you proud of your decision now, Willow? Look at wh

SYLVIASomeone kept knocking on my door early in the morning, waking me from sleep. A maid stepped inside, holding a clean simple blue dress and telling me that King Stolas demanded my presence at the dining table for breakfast.I washed the dried blood from my face since Iforgot to wash uplast night before falling asleep, handed the stained sheets to heand pleaded that sge doesn't report the stains. She agreed, and I went off to get ready, changed into the dress, and followed the servant down the hall.When I entered the grand dining hall, the long table was already set with silver platters, fruits, and fresh breads. Stolas sat at the head of the table, his eyes watching me as I walked inside. Cyprian sat to his left, looking bored as he picked at his food. Willow sat beside him, her head bowed low, her left eye dark and swollen from the beating I gave her last night. She didn't even dare look up at me as I pulled out a chair across from her and sat down.The Queen's seat at the opp

Chapter 126SYLVIA“Mother? What is it?"Willow leaned closer, her swollen face full of confusion. "What are you talking about, Mother? What do you need to tell us?"Our mother took a breath to calm herself down for the news she wanted to tell us and I already felt like I knew what it was. Her chest was rising and falling with great effort. She glanced toward the closed door of the room, checking to ensure no guards were listening outside, before turning her eyes back to us."We were never from this pack," she whispered, her voice trembling with a deep, old pain. "None of us. We did not belong to Silverbell."I stared at her, my heart skipping a beat. In the previous timeline, she had only told me that Willow was Stolas’ daughter and that he killed my father but she never really mentioned not being from Silverbell. Were there other places aside from Silverbell that existed? And which one did we even come from?"What do you mean?" Willow asked, frowning. "Of course we are from here. We

SYLVIA I grabbed Willow by the shoulders, pulling her limp form up from the floor. It took nearly all my strength to drag her over to the bed. With Mother’s help, we managed to lift her onto the sheets. I reached for the damp cloth resting on the basin edge and carefully wiped the remaining water and sweat from her pale face. Mother sat near the foot of the bed, her breathing shallow as she wiped a fresh drop of blood from her chin, her eyes staring intently on Willow's chest to make sure it was rising and falling. Minutes ticked by in silence. Then, Willow groaned. Her fingers twitched against the covers. Her eyelids fluttered open, staring blankly up at the ceiling. For a few seconds, she lay perfectly still, her mind trying to catch up with her reality. "Willow?" I called out quietly, taking a step toward the bed. She flinched. The memory of what had just happened, rushing back to her. Her breathing hitched as she scrambled backward on the bed, pushing herself away from us u