Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Nixon’s POV"You are playing a very dangerous game with me," I said, the words slicing through the heavy, dead air of her bedchamber.Scout did not blink. She sat on the velvet edge of the mattress, the loose fabric of her oversized shirt slipping completely off her left shoulder. The pale skin beneath caught the flicking yellow light of the bedside lamp. Her dark hair fell around her collarbone in wild, tangled knots."I only play games I intend to win, Alpha," she murmured.I did not answer. I simply kicked the heavy oak door shut behind me, the latch clicking into place with a definitive, metallic snap. Between us sat the silver room-service trolley I had dragged through the corridor myself, its wheels squeaking against the cold stone floor. The scent of roasted chicken, rosemary, and hot, starchy bread filled the small gap between our bodies, thick enough to choke on."You missed dinner," I said, my voice dropping an octave as I stepped into her space. "My uncle and cousin spent t

Scout’s POV"Get back to your room, you dog," I said, my voice thick with sleep.Nixon did not budge. His fingers continued to trace lazy circles against my shoulder blade, his skin warm against mine in the amber glow of the bedside lamp. He was propped up on one elbow, his chest bare and his dark eyes locked onto my face. The heavy scent of our shared night hung in the air, a thick mix of sweat, sex, and vanilla frosting."I am an Alpha," he murmured, his mouth curving into that sharp, arrogant smirk. "The last thing I need is to let my pack see exactly what kind of beast I was last night.""It is four in the morning, Nixon." I tried to roll away, burying my face into the pillow to block out his stare. My muscles ached with a heavy, languid fatigue. "Go away.""By six, the servants will come flurrying in to get us dressed." His palm moved from my shoulder, sliding down to press firmly against the curve of my hip. He pulled me back toward him. "We smell like sin and stale cake."The m

Simone’s POV"Get up, pack your rubbish, and get out of my sight before the Omegas catch you in my sheets," I said.Fraser gasped, his eyes flying wide as the morning light hit his face. The soft, sleepy look he wore a second ago vanished. He bolted upright, his bare chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He stared at the red digits on the bedside clock and went completely white."Bloody hell," he muttered.He lunged out of the bed, his knees knocking against the heavy wooden frame. The silk sheets tangled around his ankles, tripping him forward. He did not look like an elite guard now. He looked like a frantic child, scrambling across the cold floorboards to snatch up his scattered trousers. He hopped on one foot, his face flushing crimson as he jammed his leg through the fabric.I leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms over my chest. The cool air of the bedroom bit at my bare shoulders. I watched his clumsy panic with a cold, detached amusement.His mobile phone s

Scout’s POV"Sit down and shut your mouth, Scout," Nixon muttered, his fingers anchoring into my wrist like iron bands.The grand hall of the Atlas packhouse swallowed his threat whole, burying it beneath a heavy, suffocating silence. Hundreds of high-ranking wolves sat frozen in the rows around us, their eyes locked on the heavy oak doors at the back. I forced my breathing to slow, my pulse hammering against the skin where Nixon gripped me. The air smelled of old dust, expensive wax, and the sharp, sour tang of collective anxiety.A single stringed instrument cut through the quiet, its note low, scraping, and ancient. It vibrated right through the soles of my shoes.The double doors groaned open.A woman stepped across the threshold first. She wore heavy, unyielding robes the colour of spoiled cream and curdled gold. Long silver hair hung down her back in a single, rigid braid, but her face was unlined, smooth, and entirely devoid of human warmth. A spiritual healer. A high priestess

Nixon’s POV"You need to get your hands off me before I take your fingers off," I barked, shoving through the wall of sweaty bodies blocking the exit.The grand hall was a cage of noise. Applause hit my ears like blunt slaps. Up on the raised platform, Lincoln was busy pressing his mouth against his new bride, his chest puffed out with the unearned victory of it all. The ceremonial red cloth still bound their wrists together. It looked less like a sacred union and more like a leash. The pack healer stood right behind them, wearing that disgusting, serene smile that all spiritual frauds used when they wanted you to think they possessed secrets you did not.I did not care about their secrets. I cared about my wife.I scanned the rows of seats where Scout had been sitting two minutes ago. The velvet cushion was empty. The fabric was barely even warm. My heart did a hard, ugly thud against my ribs. I did not stop to think. I reached out with my mind, throwing my consciousness down the pat