All Chapters of Married To The Alpha By Mistake : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For one stupid heartbeat, my brain tried to make the wolf into anything else.Large dog.Escaped zoo exhibit.Stress-induced hallucination with excellent fur.Then I saw the shredded black fabric on the floor where Xavier had been standing.My breath stopped.The wolf stood in the broken spill of light from the living room, massive shoulders rising almost to my chest. His fur was dark brown, thick and wild, with deeper shadows along his spine. His paws were too big. His teeth were too sharp. His entire body looked like nature had gotten angry and built a weapon.But the eyes were the worst.Dark red.Not glowing like cheap horror movie bullshit. Worse than that. Alive. Intelligent. Fixed on me.Nicole’s voice came out thin beside me. “That is not a dog.”“No,” Mace said.She lifted Jeffrey with both hands. “If he eats her, I’m going for his eyes.”The wolf’s lip curled.Nicole froze. “He understood that.”Mace exhaled like patience physically hurt him. “Yes.”I should have backed up.

XAVIER The coffee burned over my hand.I barely felt it.Porcelain had cracked through my palm, broken by fingers that should have known better than to lose control in front of my household. Hot coffee dripped from my knuckles onto the kitchen table, spreading between plates of pancakes and half-finished mugs.No one moved.No one breathed too loudly.Across the table, Deena clutched her marked wrist beneath the edge of the table, trying to hide the pain from me.She was terrible at it.The bond fed it straight into my chest anyway.A sharp, living heat. Recognition. Fury. Fear.My wolf surged so hard my vision sharpened.Human wife.The Human Problem.Whoever had written those words had done more than deliver a file. They had named her in the language of old law. They had made her public. Political. Open to challenge.Mine, the wolf snarled.Not property. Not possession.But under my protection.At my table.In my house.Mace’s radio crackled again. “Alpha?”I released the ruined mu

XAVIER The words did not change no matter how long I stared at them.She signed. Now she bleeds.Five words. Black ink. Clean handwriting. No tremor, no hurry.Whoever had written them had taken their time.My wolf wanted to tear through the building wall by wall until it found a throat. I kept my hand flat on the kitchen table instead, fingers spread beside the photograph, because if I curled them, something would break.Again.Deena stood close enough for me to feel the heat of her body at my side. She was quiet, but the bond betrayed what her face refused to show me.Fear.Anger.Humiliation.And beneath all of it, a steady beat of defiance that made my wolf lift its head.“Let me see it,” she said.“No.”Her eyes cut to mine.I heard the mistake the second it left my mouth.Nicole made a sharp little sound behind her. “You are learning nothing at an Olympic level.”I turned the photograph over and handed it to Deena.Her fingers brushed mine.The bond sparked hot.She read the me

NICOLE For the record, sleeping with one eye open and one bra on was not a plan designed for comfort.It was a plan designed by a woman who had been dragged into werewolf politics, assigned a luxury bedroom, and expected to pretend expensive sheets made up for the possibility of being murdered by somebody with family jewelry and poor boundaries.My room was ridiculous.Huge bed. Cream curtains. Fireplace. A window overlooking black trees and rain-silvered lawn. It looked like the kind of place a heroine in a gothic novel would stay right before discovering her husband kept his first wife in the attic.Except my husband was a rental situation in no universe, and Deena was the one accidentally married to the Alpha King.I had just shoved my toothbrush into the bathroom cup when my phone buzzed.Dee: Come here. Now.My stomach dropped so hard it felt like somebody cut the elevator cable.I was out the door in five seconds.Deena stood just inside her room, damp from the shower, dressed

“Don’t eat with the wolves.”The words landed in the medical room like a blade dropped point-first.Gavin’s hand stayed locked around my wrist, his fingers hot and trembling, the bond marks burning beneath his grip like someone had pressed a match to my skin. His eyes were fever-bright. Wild. Terrified.Xavier moved so fast the air snapped.I lifted my free hand. “Don’t.”He stopped.Barely.His blue eyes had gone sharp with something darker moving beneath them. His wolf was close. I could feel it in the pressure crowding the room, in the way every werewolf inside it went still.“Let her go,” Xavier said.Gavin’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t release me. “They said… tell her…”“You did,” I said gently, because whatever message he’d carried had cost him blood and almost his life. “I heard you.”His gaze clung to mine for one more second. Then his strength gave out.Lena stepped in, quick and calm, easing his fingers off my wrist. “He’s crashing from pain and fever. I need everyone wh