Semua Bab The Ruthless Alpha Who Bought Me Is My Mate : Bab 1 - Bab 10

~~Imogene's POV~~I froze.Time didn’t just stop; it shattered. Like a crystal vase thrown against a wall, all the pieces of my life scattered before me. Damian’s shirt was rumpled. Vivian’s top hung loosely off one shoulder. Their breaths were uneven, and their bodies glistening with sweat.Damian.Vivian.My husband and my own step sister, two pillars I had built my whole world upon, and now, it had come crashing down. My mind tried to make sense of it, looking for something, anything, that would make this a misunderstanding. That maybe they’d tripped and fallen…no, that was ridiculous. But wasn’t everything I was seeing ridiculous? This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.Damian’s head snapped toward me, guilt painted across his face in thick, ugly shades. He staggered backward and clumsily adjusted his clothes, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt like they’d personally betrayed him too. Vivian didn’t even try to pretend. She looked up at me with the smug smile of someone who’d

~~Fenrir's POV~~They were like crows, all of them, barking and hungry for blood they had not earned and anger they could not justify. Their filthy excitement was more irritating than the dirt in a sewer.My boots sounded as I stepped forward, the aura coming off me was unquestionable. They were all staring at me in both disbelief and astonishment.“Alpha Fenrir?” someone whispered under their breath from amongst the crowd, the fear almost was tantalizing to me.“Why is he here?”“Moon Goddess, help us. He’ll take our land.”“He and his rogues destroy everything. We’re doomed.”Their panic was visible in the air, I could feel it, sense it, taste it. A man stepped forward, standing on the high stand where an Alpha was supposed to stand and command respect, but even from this distance, I could see his shoulders shaking.He tried to keep his chin high. Tried to look like an Alpha. But I saw right through him.“Allow me to introduce myself,” he began, his voice cracking even as he tried t

~~Imogene's POV~~We were back on the road now. The carriage shaking slightly as we rode, heading deeper into the woods. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur by. As we neared a clearing, the anticipation built in my chest. I still couldn't shake off the stories I had heard of Fenrir, the Alpha who was both feared and infamous for taking what he wanted. I couldn’t help but be curious. What exactly did he have planned for me? A secluded part cleared up and when we finally reached a closed gate, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever was ahead. The horses slowed, and the sound of clanking metal filled the air as the gate creaked open. My heart raced as we rolled into what I can only describe as a bustling town—a thriving life hidden in the woods. It was astonishing!The first thing that hit me was the lively environment. Women in flowing gowns and men in sharp, tailored coats walked about confidently, their heads held high. Shops lined the streets, each one filled

~~Imogene’s POV~~I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the glass of water in my hands. The water inside it shook, forming circles inside the glass. My hands were shaking again. They’d been shaking ever since the market, ever since I’d hid the little bottle under my gown.The red liquid had mixed completely now, making the water look just a little darker. If someone walked in at this very moment, all they would see without closer inspection would be an ordinary glass of water. They wouldn’t see the years of blame clinging to it. They wouldn’t hear the voice of my own people chanting for my death, or the way my father’s eyes had looked at me long before he died; cold and accusing.My arms felt heavy, like they belonged to someone else. My chest ached, each breath scraping against my lungs. I welcomed the pain. It reminded me I was still here; trapped in a body that carried too much history and not enough hope.I thought of my father’s eyes the last time he’d looked at me. Of Damien’

~~Imogene’s POV~~Waking up felt like being dragged back into a body I no longer wanted. My consciousness returned in pieces. My weight first; heavy and suffocating, pressing me into the bed. Then pain. A dull ache in my skull, a raw burn down my throat, serious weakness that made even breathing feel like work.I kept my eyes closed.If I didn’t open them, maybe none of this would be real.But the room continued to exist. I could hear it; The humming in the air. The shuffling of clothes and something else... or more precisely someone elseI opened my eyes, then moved slightly, testing the strength in my body. My body groaned in protest. My stomach churned. My chest ached. The room tilted, the walls slanting as though I were being swallowed by them. I wanted to close my eyes again, to escape the reality of this, but a small, stubborn part of me resisted. I looked to my right, surprised to see Fenrir sitting there, broad shoulders hunched forward, one arm on his knee. His head was hung