All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ezekiel’s POV"Pick up the phone, you little bitch," I muttered to the glowing screen.The digital numbers on my desk clock changed to 12:04 AM. My fingers wrapped tight around the silver casing of my phone. The metal felt ice cold against my sweating palm. I stared at Iris’s name on the display. Three rings had already passed. The line hummed with heavy static. Four rings. She was stalling. I could feel it through the network, the sheer resistance from her end, a desperate attempt to show power she did not have. My jaw tight, I pressed the speaker button."Did you silently curse me out before picking up?" I asked, keeping my voice smooth, light, completely empty of the rage building in my throat.Silence answered. I did not hear words, but I heard the sharp, ragged intake of her breath. She was there. She was listening. The line filled with the wet, heavy sound of her panting. It was the sound of a trapped animal."I am only saying that because I expected you to pick up faster," I sa

Scout’s POV"Taste it again," Nathan barked, slamming a fresh sliver of wood onto the stainless-steel counter.I didn't flinch. I leaned down until my nose almost brushed the grain, breathing in the suffocating layers of sap and earth. The scent cut straight to the back of my throat. Sharp. Piercing."Moonbriar," I said, my teeth clicking together as I straightened up. "But it is too heavy. Concentrated. Someone boiled the bark down to maximize the toxicity.""And this one?" Nathan thrust a darker, jagged fragment into my face. "Tell me I did not waste three hours stripping the roots."I snatched it from his calloused fingers. The smell hit slow, a deceptive sweetness that curdled into something bitter the moment it reached my lungs. "Hollowberry root. You harvested it late. It is stale.""Are you absolutely certain?" Alice demanded.She did not wait for my answer. Her boots clicked hard against the linoleum as she swerved toward the metal cabinets, her hands tearing through glass jar

Simone’s POV"You really think you can stand there and lie to my face after what you did?"Fraser did not look at me. His boots remained pinned to the floorboards right inside my bedroom door, his posture stiff, the crisp fabric of his sentinel uniform practically vibrating with tension. His eyes were locked on a decorative moulding somewhere over my left shoulder."I did not lie, Luna Simone," he said, his voice dropping into that low, flat register he used whenever he felt cornered. "I simply withheld details that did not pertain to the security of the pack.""My mother threatened to hang your head from the southern gate if you kept secrets for me." I stepped away from my vanity, the smooth pink silk of my nightdress sliding against my thighs. I left the box of shattered pearls sitting under the mirror, a reminder of the disaster downstairs, and tracked him like a wolf in an enclosed pen. "Are you stupid, Sentinel, or just suicidal?"Fraser swallowed. The thick muscle of his throat

Scout’s POV"You did this, Luna Scout, and now Nathan is going to pay for it!"The scream shattered the wood of my door, exploding straight through my skull before my eyes could even adjust to the grey morning light. My boots hit the floorboards before I was even fully awake. My muscles ached with a heavy, leaden numbness, the kind that came from four hours of dead sleep after a night of handling wolfsbane.I hauled the door open, my fingers slipping twice on the cold brass knob.Alice stood in the hallway, her face white, her jaw locked so tight the tendons in her neck looked like wires. She did not wait for an invitation. She rammed her shoulder against my chest, forcing me back into the small, cramped bedroom, and kicked the heavy oak door shut behind her. The slam rattled the tin washbasin on the nightstand."Alice, back off," I rasped, my throat raw from the dust of the mortar pestle. "What are you talking about?""Don't play dumb with me!" Alice took another sharp step forward,

Scout’s POV"You are an Alpha’s daughter, so stop moving like a broken machine," Nixon said.He did not smile. The words came out flat, bouncing off the white, scrubbed walls of the infirmary. He stood by the metal cot, his shoulders uncoiling as he dropped his arms to his sides."I do not dance," I said. My fingers balled into fists against my thighs."Every high pack forces their young to learn." He stepped closer. His boots clicked against the linoleum floor. "Unless your father hid you in the dirt.""My mother hid me." The truth tasted like iron in the back of my throat. I hated the sound of it. "She was an Omega. His second wife. She spent her life dodging the stares."Nixon stopped. His eyes narrowed, tracking the tight line of my jaw.I looked down at my bare feet. The old shame burned hot in my stomach. I could still see my mother flinching at the pack borders. I could still see her stepping into the shadows every time Simone walked into a room. My mother always shrank herself