All Chapters of Married To The Alpha By Mistake : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DEENA My own face smiled from the hospital monitor.I did not.The woman on the screen had my eyes, my mouth, my dimple, my badge, my damn scrubs. She had lifted her wrist and shown a mark that matched the one burning beneath my skin like a brand.For one awful second, I felt split in half.One Deena standing in Xavier Evers’s security room with Nicole’s hand clamped around mine.One Deena walking out of Mercy General with the signature page that had turned my life into supernatural legal bullshit.“That is not me,” I said.My voice sounded too calm.Nicole squeezed my fingers. “We know.”I looked at Xavier.His blue eyes were edged in red, fixed on the frozen image of the woman wearing my face. His jaw was locked so hard it looked painful. The room smelled like rain, hot electronics, and wolf anger.“Do you?” I asked.His gaze snapped to mine. “Yes.”“One look at her and you know?”“Yes.”No hesitation.Something in my chest loosened, and I hated how badly I had needed the answer.M

DEENA “He says Rowan Vale demands the surrender of Evelyn Wren’s heir before dawn.”For a second, I forgot how to breathe.Not because of Rowan Vale.Not because some arrogant Alpha had sent a messenger to the gate like this was a medieval dinner theater with better tailoring.Because he hadn’t asked for Deena Williams.He had asked for her.For the name my grandmother buried.The name that had just climbed out of an old Evers registry and put a target on my chest.Nicole’s hand tightened around mine. “I vote we tell Rowan to shove his demand straight up his royal wolf ass.”Mace looked like he wanted to agree and arrest her at the same time.Xavier was very still.That was never good.His eyes had gone red again, deep and bright, the wolf staring through the man. The room seemed to shrink around him. Even the rain outside felt quieter, like the weather had decided to mind its business.“Bring the messenger to the formal dining room,” Xavier said.Mace’s head snapped toward him. “Alp

DEENA “She says she’s Deena Williams.”For one stupid second, the only thing I could think was that I had never hated a sentence more.Then my brain caught up.“That’s going to be awkward,” I said, my voice too steady, “because I’m busy being Deena Williams right here.”Nicole stepped closer to me. “I’m going to punch your evil twin in the throat.”Mace gave her a sharp look. “You will not assault a Greywick witness.”“Then don’t call her a witness. Call her what she is. Identity-theft Barbie with blood magic.”Across the formal dining room, Silas Evers smiled.Not big. Not obvious.Just enough.Xavier saw it too.The air around him changed so fast my skin prickled. He didn’t move toward Silas, but every wolf in the room reacted like he had. Shoulders lowered. Eyes dropped. Breath held.“Secure him,” Xavier said.Silas’s smile vanished. “You would detain me during a Greywick proceeding?”Mace was already moving. Two guards stepped behind Silas, not touching him yet, but close enough

MACEDeena hit the floor only because Xavier went down with her.He caught her before her knees fully gave, folding his body around hers while blood spread beneath Lena’s hands. For one second, the living room ceased to be a room. It became instinct.Threat.Mate.Blood.Xavier’s eyes were solid red.The television still showed Deena’s guest room. The woman wearing her face smiled into the camera, silver lancet in hand, while Deena bled in Xavier’s arms.Mace’s comm crackled again.“Beta… the claimant is still locked in her warded room.”Impossible.Mace hated that word. It made people stupid. Impossible only meant someone had missed the mechanism.“Lock the warded room,” he ordered. “Do not open it. No one enters Deena’s suite. Western corridor team, hold positions. Gavin, take two to the back stairs. Talia, pull internal camera logs to the living room feed now.”Talia jolted like he had cracked a whip, then ran.Nicole was on her knees beside Deena, one hand pressed over her mouth,

DEENA For a second, Rae’s words made no sound.They hung there in the kitchen between the smell of bacon, coffee, and cinnamon rolls like somebody had cracked open a door to hell and let the draft in.He wants your blood before the next moonrise—and he already knows how to take it.My bandaged forearm throbbed.Xavier moved closer, all that controlled power going terribly still beside me. “Rae,” he said, voice low enough to make the phone speaker distort. “Where is he now?”A shaky breath came through the line. “Trauma Three. He’s crashing, but he keeps fighting anyone who gets near him. He said no surgery until Deena comes.”“Do not let him out of your sight,” Mace ordered.Nicole grabbed the phone from my hand before either man could fully take over. “Rae, it’s Nicole. Listen to me. Are there mirrors in the room?”A pause. “What?”“Mirrors. Reflective glass. Metal trays. Anything shiny enough for horror-movie bullshit.”“I—there’s the observation window and some stainless steel equ