All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Simone’s POV"What exactly do you know about Scout?"Ezekiel does not look at me when he speaks. He stands by the cracked porcelain basin, adjusting the gold links on his cuffs. The smell of his expensive, metallic cologne mixes with the sharp scent of my own sweat."What would I know about her?" I snap.My voice cracks on the last syllable. I try to pull my arms tight against my ribs, but the movement sends a jolt of fire straight up my wrists. My broken hands throb in time with my racing pulse. Blood, dark and thick, drips from my split knuckles onto the white bathroom tiles. Tap. Tap. Tap."You are her family," Ezekiel says. His voice is smooth, heavy, and dripping with the kind of patience that makes my teeth click together. "An opposition to her as well. So wouldn't it be smart to know your enemy inside and out?"I force my jaw shut. The iron taste of my own blood coats my tongue. I want to tell him to rot. I want to tell him that Scout is nothing but a stray dog I have been tryi

Iris’s POV"Get your hands off her before I rip them from your arms," Nixon snarled.I froze, my palms hovering a mere inch above Scout’s pale, blood-soaked throat. The air in the guest room instantly turned to solid ice, thick with the suffocating pressure of an Alpha wolf on the absolute brink of violence. I did not pull away. If I showed fear now, I lost all my leverage. I kept my face perfectly smooth, a porcelain mask of innocent concern, even as my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird."I am only trying to help, Nixon," I said, keeping my voice soft, level, and entirely devoid of the panic clawing at my chest. "Look at her. She is bleeding through the bandages.""I do not care what you claim to be doing," he spat, his jaw tightening until the bone looked ready to crack through his skin. He stepped closer, his massive frame blotting out the light from the bedside lamp. His blue eyes were completely blown out, the pupils dilated so wide that the blue was nothing more

Nixon’s POV"Get your hands off that door before I break your fingers," I said.Aiden froze. His palm remained pressed flat against the dark oak of the threshold, his knuckles white. Behind him, the corridor of the packhouse smelled of stale ozone and the sharp, sour tang of his anxiety. He did not pull his hand back. Instead, his jaw shifted, his teeth clicking together in the silence."She is my daughter," Aiden said. His breath hitched on the last word, a heavy, rattling sound. "You have no right to bar me.""I have every right." I stepped closer, closing the distance until the heat radiating from his chest hit my face. "She is unconscious because your other child opened her throat. Move your hand.""She is exaggerating the damage." Aiden turned his head, refusing to drop his arm. His collar was damp with sweat. "Scout has always known how to command a room. She expects us to wait on her hand and foot while our pack standing rots."My fist clenched, the skin across my knuckles spli

Iris’s POV"Smile, Iris, or everyone in that ballroom will know you want to rip my throat out."Ezekiel’s voice vibrated through the phone speaker, a fraction of a second before his shadow clipped my heels.I stopped dead on the marble tile. The echo of my own stilettos died instantly, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of his dress shoes approaching from behind. I snapped my phone shut, the plastic casing clicking like a trigger, and shoved it back into my satin clutch.When I turned, he was already there. His smile was perfectly intact, the skin around his eyes crinkling with that manufactured warmth that always made my stomach turn."Keep walking," he murmured, his shoulder brushing mine as he forced me to wheel back around toward the main hall. "Pretend you do not utterly despise me. Just for the cameras."My jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in my cheek. I forced my lips to stretch, a stiff, bloodless smirk that felt more like a bared snout than a greeting. "How can I smil

Scout’s POV"Wake up, Scout, or the damp will get into your bones," Mother said.Her voice sliced through the gold haze. I opened my eyes. The afternoon sun blinded me first, burning hot through the thick canopy of oak leaves overhead. I blinked. The world stopped spinning and settled into a sharp, narrow reality. I sat on a patch of raw earth in the middle of her hidden garden plots. Rows of mint, sage, and wild thyme hemmed us in. The sharp, mineral tang of wet soil forced its way up my nose, mixed with a heavier, cloying scent that made my ribs tighten.I knew this place. I knew the exact distance from these vegetable beds to the back stone wall of the pack house.I looked down at my lap. My hands were small. The skin was smooth, entirely free of the jagged grey scars and rough calluses that usually covered my knuckles. My fingers were tiny, stained pink at the tips from crushing berries.Mother knelt three feet away between two raised timber borders. Her copper hair hung completel