Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Scout’s POV“Drop the pearls, you charity-case bitch.”The words cut through the heavy, lavender-scented air of the boutique like a razor. I froze, my fingers still pressing the cool, rounded beads against the hollow of my throat. The pink silk of the gown whispered against my skin, a soft, expensive weight that suddenly felt like a target.I turned.Simone stood three feet away. Her midnight-blue dress clung to every curve, looking like it had been poured onto her body by a team of tailors. Her hair fell in perfect, golden waves. Her makeup was flawless. But it was the sharp, ugly twist of her lips that made my stomach drop."Shopping, Simone?" I forced the words past the tight lump in my throat, my teeth clicking together."Looking at you," she said. She let out a low, mocking laugh that bounced off the high marble walls and the crystal chandeliers. "Or trying to. It is hard to find you under all that stolen silk."She stepped closer. The scent of her suffocating rose perfume filled

Scout’s POV"You slapped her."Alice drops the words like a heavy stone into the quiet car. Her fingers grip my shoulder, hard enough to pinch. I do not flinch. The heat from my own palm still burns, a bright, ugly sting that reminds me of Simone’s pale cheek spinning away from my hand."She went for the pearls," I say. My jaw clicks as I squeeze my teeth together. "She wanted to break them.""She wanted to break you." Alice pulls her hand back, her manicured nails catching on my silk shirt. "The clerk checked the cameras outside the dressing room. Simone is barred from the boutique. Permanent ban."I turn my head toward the window. The trees outside the glass blur into dark, jagged lines. The leather seat smells too rich, too heavy, like an expensive cage."It does not matter," I whisper."It matters to Nixon." Alice leans closer. Her perfume is a thick, choking cloud of jasmine. "The whole pack thinks you stole her life. They think you are the parasite.""I did not steal anything."

Nixon’s POV"Scrape the wood until the floor bleeds," I snarled, slamming my palm against the doorframe of the cottage.The wood groaned under my weight. Inside, three sentinels dropped to their knees, their tactical knives already clawing at the dark, wet stains on the floorboards. Glass jars clinked and shattered into heavy canvas sacks. The air tasted of iron and charred hair. My throat burned with every breath."What do you want to do with all this garbage?" Christopher asked from right behind my shoulder.His boots shifted on the dirt path. His jaw muscle ticked, a hard knot under his tanned skin. He was staring at the red fabric bunched in my right fist.I pulled the white cloth away from my nose. It was heavy, dripping fat lines of dark blood onto my boots. "The witch did not make just one bottle." My voice cracked like dry kindling. "She had a ledger. Notes. Backups. Rory is smart, but he is not a god."Christopher crossed his arms over his chest, his large frame blocking the

Simone’s POV"Where is the rest of the blood?"Mother stood inside my bedroom door. Her shadow cut a long, sharp line across the silk sheets where I had been staring at the white ceiling. The light fixture needed dusting. My eyes kept fixing on the grey cobwebs in the brass links because my jaw throbbed too hard to let me look anywhere else."I do not know what you mean," I said. My fingers curled into the mattress, digging through the smooth fabric until my nails bit my palms.Mother did not move. Her chin stayed high. Her nostrils flared with the slow, rhythmic scent-testing of a wolf who smelled a kill three miles away. She held her phone in her right hand, the screen glowing with the bright red numbers of our shared banking ledger."You spent twelve thousand credits at the jeweller on the lower avenue," she said. Her voice lacked its usual smooth purr. It was dry. Deadly. "The accounts are locked until the full moon. Your father is already dealing with the border skirmish in the n

Nixon’s POV"Get your hands off her before I tear them from your wrists!"Alice did not even flinch at my scream. Her fingers kept moving, pressing deep into my mother’s waxy neck, counting a pulse that was not there. The metallic stink of old blood and heavy antiseptic hung thick in the air, sticking to the back of my throat. The monitors were flatlining, drawing one long, agonizing scream of electronics that filled the entire infirmary."Step back, Alpha Nixon," Elder Nathan barked, his voice cracking with old age. He was throwing dried, bitter herbs across my mother’s chest, his wrinkled hands trembling as the grey leaves scattered over her hospital gown. "We are losing the rhythmic cycle. Give us room or she is gone.""You have five seconds to fix this," I hissed, my ribs tightening until I could barely draw breath. My bare feet dug into the cold tile floor. I had run down the hall half-unbuttoned, my shirt catching violently on my left shoulder, the fabric ripping at the seam. I