All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ezekiel’s POV"You are wasting your time looking for a corpse, Ezekiel," the voice rasps from the darkness of the south wing shelves.My fingers freeze on the spine of the NeonViper registry. The leather is cold. Damp. The heavy scent of mould and old paper vanishes, replaced instantly by the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood and wet wolf fur. I do not turn around. I let my thumb press into the cracked binding until the glue groans."I do not waste time, Iris," I say, my voice flat, level, cutting through the dead air of the library. "I look for leverage. There is a difference."A soft, scraping drag follows. Footsteps. Slow and deliberate. She steps into the dim ring of candlelight casting shadows over the reading table. Iris looks worse than she did three days ago. The skin beneath her eyes is bruised a deep purple, her lips cracked and bleeding from where she has chewed them raw. Her left shoulder twitches every four seconds. A residual tremor from the omega’s silver-laced cure.

Scout’s POV"Did someone give you permission to eavesdrop on a private conversation, Alice?" Scout asked, her voice cutting through the sudden, suffocating silence of the small medicine room.She stood her ground, though her pulse hammered wildly against her ribs. The transition from the warm, lingering haze of Nixon’s bed to this cold, sterile room full of lethal secrets had happened too fast.Alice did not flinch. She took two steps into the room, her eyes burning with a mixture of disbelief and fierce defence. She slammed the door shut behind her, the heavy wood clicking into place with a sound that felt like a trap springing shut."I do not need permission to protect this pack from slander," Alice hissed, her gaze locking onto Scout with absolute hostility. "I heard what you said. You are accusing Alpha Ezekiel of sabotaging the Grand Luna. Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?"Nathan stepped between them, his large frame blocking Alice’s direct line of sight to Scout. "Al

Scout’s POV"Sit down and eat your breakfast, Scout, before the grease solidifies," August muttered, her fork prod-prod-prodding a mangled sausage. She had not looked me in the eye since making that vile crack about the soundproofed walls in the eastern wing."I am perfectly fine right here," I said, my voice dangerously smooth as I forced a lump of cold egg down my throat. It tasted like ash. My ribs numerical-clicked with the frantic rhythm of my pulse, but I kept my spine straight against the high-backed mahogany chair. I needed to dig into her father. I needed to strip the skin off his secrets before the morning court assembled. "Actually, August, I bought a mountain of silk dresses yesterday. Your fashion sense is supposedly unmatched. Come to my chambers later and help me sort them."August’s fork stopped mid-air. Her knuckles went white against the silver tines, a sharp contrast to her heavily rouged cheeks. "You want my help?""I remember you boasting about your impeccable tas

Nixon’s POV"The servants are talking about how loud the music wasn't last night, Nixon," Christopher said.His boots dragged against the white linoleum floor of the corridor. The overhead fluorescent lights flickered. They threw a harsh, sterile glow over the beige paint of the walls. Christopher kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, but his shoulder nudged mine with a heavy, deliberate bump. A knowing smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.I kept my gaze locked on the double doors at the end of the long hallway. My pulse gave a hard thud against my ribs. "It is a good day. Leave it at that.""Good night, you mean," he mocked. He adjusted the heavy leather strap of his tactical vest. "When we finally get Luna Paisley fully operational, you will never hear the end of it from the pack elders.""We will handle the elders when the time comes."Christopher stopped walking. His large hand came down on my shoulder blade. He did not slam his palm down, but the weight of his grip stayed firm.

Scout’s POV"You think your father tells you the truth because he loves you?" I said, my voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper.August did not flinch. Her nostrils flared, drawing in the hot air. The heavy scent of pool chlorine and damp stone hung thick between us. A single bead of my blood dripped from my split lip, landing on the grey stone tile with a soft, distinct patter. It looked dark against the pale granite."My father does not lie to me," August said. She took a step forward, her leather sandals clicking hard against the stone. "He is an elder of this pack. You are a stray. A placeholder who crawled into my cousin's bed because your sister had the sense to run away."I wiped my lip with the back of my hand. The skin came away smeared with red. I looked at the stain, then back at her. "He is using you. He stands in the shadow of the main house and pulls your strings like a cheap puppet. He told you I threatened him at breakfast because he is terrified of what happens whe