All Chapters of The Alpha’s Bastard Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Huge glass panels line the outer walls, revealing the glowing capital below. The drapes are made of heavy, laced flannel. In the center of the sitting room sits a deep red European-style sofa. The entire living space is packed with expensive chairs, hand-carved cabinets, and royal furniture, designed to match the ancient western shifter kingdoms. I think to myself that these pack resources could have bought a mountain of winter meat for poor omegas.I drag Kaelen deeper into the suite and push open the heavy bedroom doors. A massive deep red headboard frames the bed, with a white fur rug covering the floorboards and gold-trimmed silk sheets blanketing the mattress. Everything looks and feels incredibly high-end. I drop his heavy body straight onto the bedding, my own muscles completely exhausted from the trek.Kaelen sinks into the soft silk, but the impact jars his chest wound, making his brow twist in sharp pain.“Take your rest now. My hands ordered the finest attendants to tend to

My boots are staying behind to nurse his beast.If his system fails in the dark, my name cannot afford to carry the blame of a dead alpha.Throughout the midnight hours, Kaelen's mind remains trapped in a deep daze, his dry lips moving soundlessly before a hoarse whisper cracks through his teeth. "Water... more water..."His vocal cords sound completely ruined.I pour a fresh cup from the crystal pitcher. My arms slide behind his neck, lifting his heavy upper body off the pillows while guiding the rim straight to his cracked lips. "Drink."I tilt the glass slow, making it easy for his throat to swallow.The water stains his dark lips, his throat swallowing the liquid in desperate gulps until the thirst inside his beast is finally quenched.I set the empty crystal back on the wooden table, gently lowering his heavy shoulders back onto the silk. "Since my fur is devotedly spending the midnight hours nursing your flesh, your tongue must promise never to hunt my shadow again once your str

Selene assumes his tongue is just playing childish games. Her brain has zero clue that a deep, dark plot is running through his tiny head.I take a sip of hot milk and reach out my hand to rub my son's hair. "It is an excellent goal for your wolf to grow tall, but your frame will only capture those inches if your teeth properly chew your meals.""My mouth will chew everything," Samuel nods with absolute certainty.I rise from the wooden bench, grabbing my bag. "Mom, my boots are heading to the design office.""Go safely," Selene replies. Her tongue wants to drop another warning, but her eyes catch Samuel watching us, so her mouth stays shut.This child is small, but his senses are incredibly sensitive.She is terrified that his mind will decode the full truth of the past.My wagon rolls into the lot of the LEO design corporation.My fingers grab the leather documents I neglected to read last night, preparing to study the dress layouts inside my private space. The exact second my boots

“So, their eyes met?” I ask, my imagination instantly building the ancient scene inside my mind. “The connection must have been incredibly romantic, right?”A tiny pang of envy pricks the center of my heart. When my wolf was young, my soul had also hungered for a legendary, fiercely protective love, but the black ice boulevard had shattered that dream forever.Now, my identity is nothing but a struggling rogue mother.Kaelen tracks the sudden emotional shift in my eyes, his thick arm clamping tighter around my waistline. “Their eyes met, but the interaction held zero romance. My tongue would describe the event as completely awkward…”My brow pulls down tight. “Did a disaster strike the runway?”“Yes. A hostile faction reported to the council that Mrs. William’s layout was a direct plagiarism of another pack's sacred work…”“That is a total lie!” I snap, my voice rising to defend Mrs. William’s legendary talent and flawless pack honor.Her spirit would never steal another wolf's design

“No, his boots departed the grounds already. His mouth said some urgent pack business required his presence across town.”I dismiss the dinner idea entirely, lifting his small body up into the front seat of the wagon before leaning across his lap to buckle his safety straps securely.I guide the car back down the dirt paths toward our cabin, coincidentally arriving at the exact moment Liora Nightbane and Selene Nightbane are walking back from the central trading market carrying brown paper bags.I quickly throw my car door open to help carry the heavy grocery supplies from my mother's arms.“Mommy, mommy!” Liora squeals with absolute excitement the second her eyes register my face. She thrusts two tiny, chubby arms into the air, demanding an immediate hug from my chest.“My arms will carry your fur inside the living room timber,” I promise.“No!” Liora wraps her tiny arms tightly around my leg, refusing to let go of my jeans. Her little heart is desperate for an immediate embrace.Sel