All Chapters of THE WOLFLESS BRIDE BOUND BY THE PEACE TREATY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISABELI stepped out of my chamber intending to ask Asher about the lantern that had gone out when I noticed him standing near the boundary stones with another woman. I recognized her immediately as Martha, Beta Kael's sister, the woman Asher had introduced to me during dinner. My steps slowed when I saw how close they stood, and something uncomfortable settled in my chest.I watched them for a moment before lowering my eyes. Martha was holding onto him, and Asher had his arms around her as though comforting her. I let out a quiet sigh and turned back toward my chamber, refusing to stand there like a wife who had just caught her husband with another woman.What was I expecting anyway? I already knew what this marriage meant to him. Still, the sight of them stayed in my mind as I walked back to my chamber.I closed the door behind me and began pacing across the room, my thoughts refusing to settle. What if Asher actually liked Martha? The way they had been standing together spoke enough

ASHERBeta Kael rushed into my chamber while I was seated with a scroll from one of the neighbouring packs spread across my lap. I lifted my eyes from the parchment as his hurried footsteps stopped before me. The concern on his face made me set the scroll aside.“What is it, Kael?” I asked.“The Luna threatened Isabel that she would die if she did not prove her abilities to the pack tomorrow,” he said, stopping before me. “But I do not think that should be a problem since she shifted days ago and summoned water.”Kael had mistaken the white wolf for Isabel, which explained why he believed tomorrow would not be a problem. I knew the truth, but that was a secret Isabel and I had agreed to keep.“I only wanted to inform you, Young Alpha,” he added. I lowered the scroll onto the table beside me. “Where is Isabel now?”“She is probably in her chambers right now, Young Alpha,” he answered, confusion crossing his face. I rose from my seat without another word.My steps carried me through the

ISABEL“Isabel.” His voice echoed through the chamber, and the way he called my name made me freeze. It was the first time Asher had ever called me like that.“Yes, Young Alpha?” I whispered.“What have you done?” His voice was filled with anger and frustration as he stared at the platter. “You brought me a delicacy full of meat?”Before I could answer, he swept the platter from the table. The food scattered across the floor, splattering my dress, apron, and the cloth covering my hair.I immediately dropped to my knees. “Forgive me, Young Alpha.”“I did not know there was meat inside,” I pleaded, lowering my head. My voice shook as the words left my lips.The sound of shouting from the chamber drew Martha and Grace from the corridor. Several omega servants followed behind them, their whispers growing louder as they gathered outside the room.“She served the Young Alpha meat?” one of them whispered. “He doesn't eat meat; he hates the sight of it.”The words struck me, and a memory surf

ISABELI shut the door behind me and leaned against it, my fingers still trembling from what Martha had done. The image of her smiling while she framed me kept flashing through my mind, followed by the cold look in Asher's eye. For the first time since arriving at Fireclaw, I understood that a smile could hide something far more dangerous than anger.A knock sounded before I could even reach my mattress. “My Lady, Alpha Rowan requests your presence,” a servant announced from the other side of the door. I closed my eyes briefly, wondering what punishment awaited me now.Alpha Rowan's chambers were at the far end of the pack house, away from the noise of the main halls. When I entered, he remained seated behind a large wooden table, a scroll spread beneath his hands as his eyes moved slowly over me. I lowered my head, wondering whether the incident with Asher had already reached him.“Sit,” he ordered.I lowered myself into the chair opposite him and kept my hands folded over my lap. He

ISABELThe lock turned, and I pushed myself upright despite the pain throbbing through my knees. The iron door groaned open, and Diane stepped into the dungeon with her head lowered, her fingers twisting tightly into the hem of her dress. She closed the door behind her, then remained beside it as though she were afraid to come any closer.“Diane?” I called, gripping the bars as I studied her face. She slowly lifted her eyes to mine, and the colour drained from her cheeks before she quickly looked away. Something was wrong.I pushed myself to my feet, biting back a gasp when pain shot through my knees. “Why are you here?” I asked, taking a step toward her. Diane’s fingers tightened around her garment until her knuckles turned pale.“You were the one who gave me the white gown,” I continued. “Who told you to do it?” Her lips parted, but no answer came.“Diane.” My voice sharpened. “Who sent you?” She swallowed hard and lowered her head, refusing to meet my eyes.I stepped closer to the b