All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Iris’s POV"You are late, Iris," Ezekiel whispered into his phone, his voice scraping against my ear like a rusty blade.I leaned against the stone pillar at the edge of the Atlas Estate ballroom, my knuckles turning white around my clutch bag. "The traffic in the valley was a nightmare. Where are you?""I am right where I need to be," he replied. I could hear the faint clink of crystal glasses and the low hum of the crowd through the line. "I just finished speaking with Nixon. The boy looks like he is ready to snap in half. His witch backed out. The pack alpha is desperate. Now get your pretty little self in here and play the saviour.""I do not like this, Ezekiel," I said, my teeth clicking together as a cold shiver ran down my spine. "He does not deserve another lie.""You do not get to have a conscience today," Ezekiel snapped. His voice lost its smooth edge, replaced by a low, dangerous hiss. "The Omega is by his side. Go in there and tear them apart. If you fail, we both know wh

Scout’s POV"You are making a public fool of yourself, Scout."Ezekiel leaned his shoulder against the marble pillar, his fingers twirling an empty champagne flute. The glass ticked against his heavy gold ring. Tick. Tick. Tick.My nails bit into my palms until the skin split. "Get out of my way, Ezekiel.""Look around the room." He did not move an inch. His chest blocked my path to the eastern exit, smelling of expensive tobacco and stale sweat. "Every pair of eyes in this hall is pinned to the back of your head. You look like a dog left out in the rain.""I told you to move." My voice cracked on the last word. I took a sharp step forward, my satin skirt rustling against his trousers."He ran fast, did he not?" Ezekiel smiled, his top lip curling to show a row of small, perfectly straight teeth. "The second Iris stepped into the light, Nixon forgot you even existed. Did he even say goodbye before he chased her down the corridor?""We are finished talking."I tried to push past his ri

Nixon’s POV"You know he hates me, and you chose to come anyway!"My words slammed against the cold stone of the corridor. The skin across my knuckles stretched tight, turning a sharp, bloodless white as I balled my fists. I did not look at her shoes. I did not look at the heavy silver trim of her gown. I kept my eyes locked on the tiny, rhythmic pulse vibrating against the side of Iris’s throat.Iris did not flinch. She drew her shoulders back, her spine turning rigid under the dim light of the wall sconces. A small, tight smile touched her lips, but it lacked any real warmth."My father has business ties with Alpha Lincoln," she said. Her voice remained smooth, completely level. "It would have looked strange if our family ignored the invitation completely.""Right."The syllable dropped between us like a lead weight. I shifted my weight, my boots grinding against the stone floor. The familiar scent of her skin, a sharp mix of crushed pine needles and bitter almond, drifted into my n

Scout’s POV"I haven't finished talking yet."Simone's hand slammed against the heavy mahogany door, trapping me inside the cubicle. The cloying reek of her synthetic rose perfume hit me first, thick and choking in the windowless space. I kept my shoulder blades flat against the wood, refusing to wince as her acrylic nails scraped the veneer an inch from my ear. My pulse hammered in my throat, a frantic, trapped rhythm, but I forced my gaze to remain completely level."Then talk," I said.She tilted her head, her lips curling into that slow, venomous smirk she used whenever she thought she had a leash around my neck. Her eyes, slick with a predator's satisfaction, tracked the steady rise and fall of my chest."Men usually miss what they chased first," she whispered, her breath hot against my cheek. "Did you know that?"I did not blink. I did not give her the satisfaction of a flinch. I simply waited for the poison to spill."I came here tonight with a plan," she continued, stepping de

Scout’s POV"Get up before I make you look even worse," I muttered, the words burning the raw skin of my throat.The healer pressed a fresh towel against my neck. It was already heavy, soaked through with the dark, sticky red I had gambled to win this room. The sting was sharp, like salt rubbed into an open mouth, but the heat in my chest drowned it out. It was worth it. Every drop on the broken porcelain was a receipt for what I was about to take back.Simone was a heap on the wet floor, curled tight against the shattered marble tiles like a discarded rag. Her right hand was tucked into her ribs, fingers bent at angles that made my own skin prickle. Black track marks of mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with the spilled water and red streaks around her knees. Her mouth kept twitching, moving in silent, desperate loops. She looked pathetic. A second ago she was a wolf, and now she was just a wet dog.I shifted my weight, my boots crunching on the glass. Ezekiel stood by the heavy oa