All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha's Unwanted Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SYLVIA My fingers were trembling so badly I couldn't even clasp my silk fan.It was the night of the coronation, and the nervous knot in my stomach had been twisting tighter with every passing second. I stood in front of the tall vanity, staring at my reflection, but all I could hear was the beating of my heart. The doors to my dressing room burst open, and a young maid rushed in, out of breath and her face flushed red."Luna! The ballroom is packed!" she gasped, clutching her hands to her chest. "There are hundreds of people out there, pack leaders from the Southern territories, elders from the council, high-ranking warriors, everyone! I’ve never seen the hall so full!"A wave of nausea hit me so fast I had to reach out and grip the edge of the vanity to keep my balance. Hundreds of people. Hundreds of wolves, all waiting to look at me, judge me, and decide whether I was worthy of standing beside their Alpha."Deep breaths, Sylvia," Estelle said softly, stepping up beside me and ru

SYLVIAMy breath hitched in my throat, and my hands clenched my gown. Willow and Cyprian.Out of all the people who could have walked through those doors tonight, they were the last two people on earth I ever wanted to see again. They stood like they owned the place and held no remorse in ruining my coronation ceremony. They had already ruined enough in my life, and I wasn't going to let this be just another thing they ruined for me. Vane held my hand tightly as if reassuring me. I had totally forgotten that he could hear my thoughts and must have heard how displeased I was with their presence, but it wasn't just me. Everyone seated in the hall had frowns on their faces. They looked just as angry at Crypian’s presence, and it made me feel just a bit better that they disliked them just as much as I did. "Prince Cyprian," Vane said, stepping forward and releasing my hand. "I don't recall sending an invitation to the Royal Palace."Cyprian burst out laughing, finding Vane’s sentenc

SYLVIAI was so angry that my hands were shaking at my sides.The way Willow had looked at me, the condescending sneer on her face, the disgusting words spilling out of her mouth- it made my blood boil.She had always been mean and selfish back home, but now? Now that she had Cyprian calling her his future queen, she acted like she was some superior species looking down on me like a piece of garbage.It was all our mother’s doing. She had spoiled Willow so much that all she amounted to was a cunning social climber, teaching her that people were just stepping stones to get what she wanted.And it had worked. Willow had taken everything: my home, my standing, my dignity at the palace, and she still wasn't satisfied. She wanted to strip away whatever little bit of self-respect I had left here in the North.I reached the side entrance to the hall, my eyes landing on a server's tray on an abandoned table. A bottle of wine sat beside a few glasses, and without thinking twice, I snatched the

SYLVIAMy eyes fluttered open, and a sharp, throbbing pain immediately shot straight through my temples.I groaned out loud, burying my face into the pillow, but even the morning light filtering through the curtains felt like needles pressing into my eyes. My mouth tasted dry and bitter and my head was pounding so hard I could hear my own pulse echoing in my ears.A terrible hangover.I tried to sit up, but a dull ache ran down my legs and my lower back. My whole body felt sore.I frowned, squeezing my eyes shut to try and piece together what had happened last night.The memories were hazy and I couldn't remember anything. I remembered being furious after dealing with Willow and grabbing a bottle of alcoholic wine, drinking my sorrows away at the balcony. And then... nothing.How did I get back to my room? How did I get into bed?I rubbed my temples, muttering curses under my breath when the bedroom door opened and Estelle walked in, followed by two young maidservants carrying hot w

SYLVIA"Sylvia?" Vane murmured, his brows drawing together with concern. "Are you alright?"Every eye in the room watched me, staring and wondering what the hell I was seeing with me. I was mortified so badly that I couldn't even bring myself to speak. Come on, Sylvia, you're making a fool of yourself in front of all these people. Say something for crying out loud. I forced the words out of my mouth, but I still couldn't form a sentence. "I—I..." I stammered, my voice squeaking slightly before I managed to swallow hard and clear my throat.My eyes darted across the table, looking for anything to distract myself till they landed on a document that was opened wide, right in front of Minister Victor. I pointed a trembling finger towards it."The second line," I blurted out. "Under the grain distribution for the lower villages. The ratio is wrong."“What?” Someone exclaimed, frowning at what I had just said. I looked up at Minister Victor’s face, and it was turning red from embarrass