บททั้งหมดของ This Time, I Choose The Alpha King Male Lead: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 49

MINTHEGoing Back* * * When we arrive at the luxury shopping district, the bright lights of the boutiques make my eyes ache.I march straight into the first designer store, my heels clicking on the marble floor.“I want that one,” I say, pointing at a ridiculous, overly embellished velvet coat on display. “And those boots. The ones with the gold hardware. Bring them to me in my size.”The sales associate scurries off. I turn to Pierre, crossing my arms.I expect him to scowl, to tell me I’m being wasteful. He always used to lecture me about how the Ashbourne pack needs to be frugal.Instead, Pierre just leans against the counter, his eyes tracking my movements. “Get whatever else you want,” he says calmly.I blink, caught off guard. “What?”“You heard me. If you want the coat, get it.”When the bill comes out to a staggering amount, he doesn’t even blink. He just reaches into his pocket, pulls out his black card, and slides it across the counter.My fingers tighten around the

MINTHETailors* * *Waking up from a system-induced internal hemorrhage feels exactly like drowning in a pool of liquid rust.The metallic tang of my own blood is still glued to the roof of my mouth when my eyes snap open.Ceiling beams. Dark oak. The Ashbourne packhouse west wing.I draw a ragged breath, my chest burning like someone shoved hot coals down my trachea.No red flashing lights. No blaring alarms in my peripheral vision. Just the quiet, suffocating stillness of a bedroom that has never truly felt like mine.“Finally,” a grumpy, cracking voice mutters from the shadows.I twist my head, the motion sending a white-hot spike of agony straight down my spine.Cassian is sprawled on the velvet sofa by the dead fireplace, his long legs dangling over the armrest.He looks completely ridiculous in that oversized Omega maid outfit, but right now, his sour expression is the best thing I’ve ever seen.“You’re alive,” he says, sitting up and cracking his knuckles. “The Alpha alm

MINTHETomorrow* * *Three days in a doomed webnovel is a long fucking time to watch your ex-fiancé fall in love with someone else.I swirl the wine in my glass, watching it coat the crystal before bringing it to my lips.Across the hall, Lyria is vibrating with frantic energy, barking orders at three terrified Omegas carrying candelabras. Her golden curls are pinned back, cheeks flushed pink.She looks like the perfect, hardworking bride.Which is ironic, considering everyone in this packhouse thinks she’s just an innocent guest being worked to the bone by a bitter villainess.“Your knight is wide open, Minthe,” Cassian mutters from across the marble table, not looking up from the board between us. He’s dressed in his servant tunic, eyes fixed on his rooks like an assassin calculating a hit.“Let him take it,” I say softly, taking another sip. “I’m playing the long game.”A few yards away, two maidservants pretend to dust the pillars. Their whispers carry across the hall.“Loo

MINTHEThe Bride* * *The massive oak doors grind open on rusted iron hinges.The crowd of border lords and pack warriors lets out a collective gasp.The ceremonial drums drop into a low, thunderous rhythm—the heavy beat of the Ashbourne mating ritual echoing off the vaulted stone ceiling.Lyria steps through the threshold into the light.She moves slowly, head held high beneath the black lace veil, hands folded over the white silk dress I hand-stitched for her.Beneath the hem, her platform heels click against the crimson carpet with careful, rehearsed balance.At the far end of the hall, standing on the altar steps beside the High Priest, Pierre stands straight.His leather coat is immaculate. His golden hair is brushed back.He watches the bride approach with an arrogant, satisfied smirk.He thinks the woman in white is me.He thinks I finally gave in. He thinks I swallowed my pride, put on the bridal dress, and marched down the aisle to play the dutiful Beta mate he spent three y