All Chapters of Married To The Alpha By Mistake : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NICOLE The intercom used Deena’s voice.Not close to her voice. Not a bad impression. Her exact voice, soft and amused, sliding through the hospital speakers like it belonged there.“Bring the Wren heir downstairs.”Every instinct in my body screamed absolutely fucking not.Deena stood beside the dead man’s bed with blood on her fingers and that printed procedure request clutched in her good hand. For one terrible second, she did not move. Then her chin lifted.I knew that look.That was the look she got when a drunk patient called her “sweetheart” before trying to grab her ass. The look that said she was scared, furious, and two seconds away from becoming someone’s worst shift.Xavier stepped in front of her. “No.”Deena looked up at him. “We are not starting this again.”“The thing wearing your face just invited you into a hidden surgical basement.”“Correction,” I said, because my mouth had apparently chosen active duty, “the evil copyright infringement version of Deena invited he

DEENA Rowan Vale has accepted attendance.The sentence sat at the bottom of the invitation like a blade laid neatly on a dinner plate.For one second, no one in the foyer moved.Rain ticked against the tall windows. Somewhere deeper in the mansion, someone laughed at something in the kitchen, the sound normal and warm and completely wrong for the moment.Celeste Laurent watched me read the final line with those cool gray-green eyes.She looked like she expected me to flinch.That irritated me enough to keep me from doing it.I lowered the invitation. “Is the gala invitation supposed to come with a threat, or did Rowan pay extra for that?”Celeste’s mouth curved. “The Sovereign Gala is not a party, Miss Williams.”“Mrs. Evers,” Xavier said.The words landed hard.Celeste blinked once. Not much, but enough.My wrist throbbed beneath the bandage.I glanced at Xavier. He stood beside me, not in front of me, but his entire body was coiled like violence wearing expensive clothes.Celeste’s

DEENA “Mrs. Evers,” Rowan Vale said softly. “I preferred the red.”The elevator held its breath.So did every wolf around me.Rowan looked exactly like the kind of man who had learned early that pretty things made excellent weapons. Lean build. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Amber eyes with no warmth anywhere behind them. His black suit was immaculate, his champagne untouched, his smile almost gentle.Almost.Celeste stood beside him in white silk, silver-blonde hair shining under the elevator lights, looking like innocence with a murder budget.I glanced down at my black-and-gold dress, then back at Rowan.“That’s unfortunate,” I said. “I dressed for myself, not your fantasy life.”Nicole made a tiny noise behind me.Xavier’s hand settled at my lower back. Warm. Steady. Possessive, but not trapping. His silence was colder than any threat.Rowan’s attention dipped to where Xavier touched me. “How modern.”“Careful,” I said. “You’ll sprain something pretending that was clever.”My left dimple

XAVIER She moved in front of the blade.For one impossible heartbeat, the world narrowed to Deena’s black-and-gold dress, her smooth brown skin, the flash of Wren silver at her throat, and death flying straight for the center of her chest.“No.”The word left me as a snarl.The gold circle around my legs tightened, black fire biting through the soles of my shoes and into bone. Old magic. Anchored magic. The kind designed to hold kings still while cowards took their shots.I did not move my feet.I moved everything else.My arm locked around Deena’s waist and yanked her back against me hard enough to steal her breath. The silver blade sliced through the air where she had been, cutting the edge of the blood-soaked silk wrapped around her wrist.Then I caught it with my bare hand.Silver drove into my palm.Pain detonated up my arm, white-hot and poisonous. The blade hissed against my skin, burning through flesh, muscle, and control.My wolf came awake with murder in its mouth.Deena ga

XAVIER “He stole them both.”Mace’s voice came through the comm in a wreck of static and fury.For one second, the hotel around me vanished.Not the screaming. Not the smoke. Not the shattered mirrors glittering like teeth across the Sovereign ballroom. Just meaning. Deena’s blood. My blood. Mixed because I had covered her wound with my own hand and taken the blade meant for my heart.Rowan had not missed.He had collected.Deena stood at my side, bandaged wrist held against her chest, her brown eyes fixed on my face because she felt the change in me through the bond.“What?” she asked.I did not answer quickly enough.Her expression sharpened. “Xavier.”I turned toward the emergency stairwell as Mace came through with Nicole, three wounded guests, and murder in his eyes. Nicole had one shoe, blood on the hem of her midnight-blue dress, and a knife still clenched in her hand.Deena moved toward her.I moved with her.Nicole saw Deena’s face and lifted one hand. “Not dead. Extremely p