All Chapters of The Alpha’s Bastard Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dr. Alistair Viremont isn't working at the Moonshadow Infirmary anymore. His older brother Warner forced him to leave his doctor coat behind so he could learn how to run the Frost pack territory business. If their family elders didn't keep a tight grip on their pack resources, the whole Frost name would have gone broke during this generation.Neither Alistair nor his brother has a good brain for trading or pack politics. Alistair only knows how to heal sick minds, and Warner has just a tiny bit of experience in the pack offices. He can do small tasks, but he isn't strong enough to make the Frost pack powerful like the old Alphas did. They are just trying hard to keep the pack from falling apart.Alistair looks up from a big pile of pack documents Warner gave him. When he sees his sister's bleeding knees and wet, messy eyes, he drops his papers onto the sofa and stands up fast. “What the hell happened to your skin, Elowen?”When Elowen looks at his face, all she can think about is how

“Good,” I say. “We have a deal.”I knew he wouldn't back down. A wolf who stays obsessed with a cold trail for six years doesn't lose his scent easily.Terry lets out a bitter laugh. “If I let my own brother rot in the dark, I wouldn't be a real wolf at all.”He turns the wheel and the car stops in front of a giant row of glass buildings. “This is the auto district. Every single wagon brand in the Expanse is parked here.”I push the door open and point to the closest glass gate. “Let's start with this one.”“Awesome. A poor wolf like me can at least look at the shiny paint,” Terry jokes, stepping out with me.“Hey, you drive a car every single day,” I remind him.“True, but the pack owns the cab, not my wallet!”The giant glass doors slide open automatically when our boots get close. A young sales female walks straight toward us with a fake smile. “What kind of style are you hunting for today? We just got a fast two-seat snow coupe in the back.”I shake my head. “No, I need a big 7-se

NARRATOR NAME POV: ABBOTT BARON"She is not just some pretty face I picked up at the Crimson Fang Lodge," Terry says, keeping his back straight as he sits on my leather couch. He looks right past me, his eyes locking onto Lyra Nightbane while she stands by the window of my cabin. "We share a blood feud. We are hunting the exact same monster."I lean my upper body forward, resting my elbows on my knees. This story is getting better by the second. "Tell me every detail, driver. Do not leave out a single drop of blood."Kaelen is still holding Lyra’s hand against the low cabinet, his thumb tracing the soft skin of her knuckles like he is playing with a piece of silk. He keeps his head low, his long black hair falling over his face, but I see his dark eyelashes jump the second Terry mentions a shared enemy. His grip on her fingers goes completely still."I will lay down the tracks from the very start," Terry says, swallowing the blood in his mouth. "The first time I smelled Alpha Lyra, I

Kaelen doesn't look mad at all. A small, dark smile comes over his lips. "I can be much worse than a monster if you run from me."His hand leaves my chin, his fingers sliding slow down my jawline, tracing the soft skin of my throat down to the bone of my collar, his touch burning hot against my cold skin.I shake my head back and forth against the seat. "No... stop...""How did you keep yourself so clean while you were away?" Kaelen whispers, lowering his face until his lips are brushing against my ear, his breath making my skin break out in goosebumps.My face turns completely red from the pure shame of how my body is reacting to his touch. My whole frame is shaking under his weight.I am so full of anger I want to explode."Have you thought about my deal yet?" Kaelen murmurs, his teeth clicking softly against my earlobe. "Elowen Frost is the one who put your wagon in the ditch. If I choose to shield her with my pack laws, you will never see her spend a single day inside a silver cag

I walk out of her quiet room and slide the heavy front door open. Standing on the stone mat is a young pack runner wearing the bright yellow winter uniform of the delivery service."Good evening, Alpha female. I have a hot delivery for Lyra Nightbane.""That's me. Thank you.""Drop your claw mark right here on the parchment."I scratch my name onto the paper slip and toss a silver coin into his palm for his trouble. Carrying the two massive wooden boxes back into Ember Hall, I set them down on the long table. "Orion, Liora, take your grandma’s hands and bring her out to the table for dinner. I will get the cups of white milk ready for you.""On it," Orion barks, grabbing his sister's little hand as they trot together toward my mother's bedroom door.I turn around, a soft smile catching my lips as I watch his small back.My mother is feeling very low tonight; if my own voice called her to the table, she would probably stay buried under her furs. But no wolf can say no to the tiny voices