All Chapters of To Marry a Monster: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"You think you’ve won, don't you? That I’m the loser in this exchange?" Ronan laughed, a sharp, jagged sound that cut through the low hum of the Obsidian Crown Plaza. He didn't look like a man who had lost anything; he looked like a predator who had simply changed his target. "But I know your type, Lucien. You’re possessive. You think that because Chika wears your mark, he belongs to you body and soul. You think I’ve given up because you’re holding his hand."Ronan leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine with a sickening familiarity. "The only reason I haven't reclaimed what's mine is because I know you’re a broken Alpha. You’re incapacitated. You can give him the Afolayan name, you can give him a throne, but you can never fulfill the duties of a husband. Chika is starving in that cold mansion of yours, and eventually, he’ll come back to a real wolf who can actually touch him."I felt Lucien’s hand tighten on mine until the bones in my palm ached. He didn't roar. He didn't shift. He j

"You had one job, Bianca, and you’ve turned it into a blood-debt that could sink this entire family," Cedric roared, the sound echoing through the cold, marble walls of the Whitmore estate.I stood by the doorway, invisible as always, watching the fallout. Bianca looked like a ghost of her former self, huddled on the velvet sofa, her eyes fixed on the floor. Helena was beside her, wailing into a silk handkerchief, her scent thick with the smell of panicked omega."How could you have been so reckless?" Cedric continued, his face darkening with a dangerous, Alpha rage. "What is it about Ronan Blackwell that made you lose your mind? If you had even a shred of common sense, you’d see he isn't a savior; he’s a shark. And he just took a five-million-credit bite out of us."Bianca flinched, the bite mark on her neck—jagged and unhealed—standing out like a brand of shame. She had done everything to force this hand, believing that once she was marked, the Blackwells would have no choice but to

“It was that snake, Sienna! It had to be her! Why does she always resort to such foul, underhanded tactics? Can’t she face me like a true wolf in the ring without poisoning the well?” I roared, my hands curled into claws as I paced the length of the reinforced chamber, my blood boiling with the heat of my inner beast.Lucien leaned against the obsidian desk, watching the shift in my aura from defeat to primal fury in a matter of heartbeat. He let out a low, gravelly sigh that vibrated through the room. “Perhaps your internal organs revolted because you’ve spent too much time suppressing your nature, Chika. Are you planning to let her scent lead you into another trap next time?”“There won’t be a next time for her games,” I snapped, my eyes flashing a brief, golden amber. “I won’t even touch the water in the Silverfang territory if she’s within a mile of it.” Despite the lingering ache in my gut from the toxin she’d slipped me, a smirk tugged at my lips. I’d still performed the rite pe

“You’ve gone silent, Chika,” Brook said, a jagged, predatory smile cutting across his face. “Is the truth too heavy for your tongue? Did you only crawl into Lucien’s bed because the Blackwells tossed you out like trash and you had nowhere else to run?”Lucien didn’t move. He sat in his obsidian chair, hands resting on the armrests, but I could smell the change in his scent—the sharp, metallic tang of an Alpha’s brewing rage. I realized then that he was listening for my answer with a desperation he’d never admit. To him, being a crippled King in a world of monsters meant he expected betrayal; he was waiting for me to confirm that I was just another mercenary in his halls.“I apologize for the delay,” I said, my voice low and vibrating with a sudden clarity. I reached out and covered Lucien’s hand with mine. His skin was cold, but I didn't pull away. “I don't treat questions of loyalty or the heart lightly. I needed to measure the weight of my words.”Brook leaned forward, his eyes narr

“Lowell Ruiz?” Tracy’s voice was like grinding stone, her eyes fixed on the man standing in the center of the VIP circle. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the back of a chair. “You have no right to demand I sever my blood-bond with Shaun. The Kennedy Pack has already accepted the terms.”Lowell leaned back, a jagged, predatory sneer stretching across his face. He adjusted the leather cuff on his wrist, the mark of the Ruiz enforcers. “Your opinion is static, Bernard. It doesn't reach the frequencies that matter. The only union I’m interested in is my sister’s scent on the Kennedy throne. You’re just a glitch in the hierarchy.”“You have no authority to dictate the laws of the heart or the pack,” Tracy shot back, her scent turning sharp with a soldier's fury.Lowell let out a short, barking laugh. “I’ll offer you a trade, little scout. A wager for your parents’ lives. If you can outpace me on the Devil’s Spine at midnight, I’ll pull my scouts from the wedding hall. I’ll even drop