Chapter 91: Horror

AmandaI turned back around immediately and walked into the room faster than I had left it, my hands still shaking at my sides. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, because what exactly did they mean by “Jane escaped”?How on earth would that be possible? Ambrose promised me. It didn’t make sense. The guards had her, they had weapons and they had enough men to safely transport her to the grand prison. And yet she was out there now, somewhere beyond these walls with no bounds and no one watching her. The thought of it made my stomach turn.“That was fast...” Nyra said when I came in, and then she stopped the second she saw my face. Her smile dropped. “Your majesty, what is the matter?” She asked, her voice went soft with worry, the way it did when she thought I was going to faint again.I couldn’t tell her. If I did, the guards who let it slip would be punished and I didn’t need any blood on my hands today because I know Duncan won’t hesitate to have their

Chapter 92: Names

Amanda“What have you heard?“ Ambrose asked, his eyes devoid of anything but the tiredness in them. I frowned, taking another step closer. “Answer the question, Ambrose. Is she actually free?” I fumed, my patience slipping away.Before he could say a word, Thor bobbed his head and they both shared a glance before he walked away. He wanted to give us some privacy but privacy was the last thing I cared about at the moment. All I wanted was some answers. “Our men are searching for her.” He exhaled. I shook my head, laughing softly in disbelief. “So it’s true? Ambrose how did this happen?” I cried, my heart beat racing in my chest.“Amanda.” He coughed. “Do not concern yourself with unnecessary details, you should be resting.” He pointed out, barely looking at me like I was some stranger and not worth his time.“How can I rest when someone so dangerous is out there? It could even be worse if she’s reunited with Duncan.” I pressed on, trying to make him aware of our problems if he didn

Chapter 93: The Picture in my Pocket

AmbroseThe next morning, I woke up before the sun came out.The castle was still quiet in that heavy way it gets before dawn, when even the servants hadn’t started moving and the only sound was the wind dragging itself across the stone walls. It was kind of eerie for the feeble mind but my body was used to it. I was extremely tired, it’s been so long since I’ve had a break or a long moment of peace but it doesn’t matter when you’re king. Over five years of ruling teaches you how to function on four hours of sleep and cold tea.Amanda was still asleep when I left my chambers to go check on her, in case she wakes up and starts searching for me so I didn’t bother to disturb her. Orion and Castora were breathing in that soft, steady rhythm that made me feel guilty for how little I’d been around them lately. I closed the door softly because Amanda needed the rest and she’d been carrying enough without me adding to it.I told myself my chore for the morning was going to the old persona

Chapter 94: The Bitter Truth

Ambrose“Who is it?” I asked impatiently. Thor held the picture between his fingers for a long time, long enough that the silence in the throne room started to press against my chest, before he finally lifted his eyes to meet mine.“My lord.” he whispered, and his voice came out quieter than I’d ever heard it, the kind of quiet that meant he was about to tell me something he’d carried for years and never thought he would ever have to say out loud. “There’s a story my father told me when I was still a teenager and thought I knew everything about this castle.”Thor’s father was the old king’s personal guard, one who stayed by his side all his thirty years of ruling so Thor has spent more time than I have in this castle. I didn’t move or say anything and just waited for him to.He swallowed hard and kept going, his thumb brushing over the edge of the picture like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. “Like you know, he was the former king’s personal guard, and he told me that the form

Chapter 95: What Could Have Been

AmandaI sat there and couldn’t even make myself move.My chest hurt in a way that wasn’t sharp, it was dull and heavy, like something had been sitting on it for years and only now decided to crush all the way down. There was anger in it too, and grief and a kind of exhaustion that I didn’t have words for, but the sadest part was that there was no one to throw it at and that made it worse.Why did I have to hear this now?Why did it have to be my story?I kept thinking and hoping that maybe if I waited long enough someone would say they’d made a mistake and that it was about some other white-haired girl in some other pack, but the truth was already sitting in my bones and I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t.It was me, it just had to be me. Everything I endured, could have been avoided. Ambrose didn’t let go of my hand. He held it like he thought the pressure of his fingers could somehow hold me together or pull the pain out of me, and I didn’t have the strength to tell him it wouldn’t wor

All Chapters of The Alpha Who Couldn't Forget: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Chapter 91: Horror

Chapter 92: Names

Chapter 93: The Picture in my Pocket

Chapter 94: The Bitter Truth

Chapter 95: What Could Have Been