All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Simone’s POV"Look at me," I said.Fraser did not move. His eyes stayed locked on my face."Get on your knees," I said."Simone, please," he said."Do you want this or not?" I asked."Yes," he whispered."Then do what I tell you," I said.He dropped down. The wooden floorboards creaked under his weight."Watch me," I said."I am watching," he said.I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear."Do you like this fabric?" I asked."I hate it," he said. "Take it off.""Are you giving me orders?" I asked."No," he rasped."Good," I said.I slid the lace down my thighs. I stepped out of the fabric and kicked it aside."Now the top," he said."Slow down," I said."Simone," he groan."Say my name again like that and I will leave the room," I said."Do not leave," he said."Then be quiet," I said.I reached behind my back. My fingers found the metal clasp of my bra."Look at my hands," I said."I am looking," he said.I unhooked it. The black straps slipped off my shoulders. The cups

Nixon’s POV"She is staying here until sunrise," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the infirmary.I yanked the wool blanket up to my mother’s chin. Tucked the edges deep beneath the mattress with hard, jerky movements. Her breath hitched, then settled into a slow, rhythmic drone. The grey, ash-like tint was gone from her skin, replaced by a raw flush. The poison had let go.Alice did not look up from her desk in the corner. Her fountain pen clawed against the parchment. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch."The fever is entirely gone," she murmured, her eyes tracking her own neat columns of figures. "The pack doctor confirmed the vitals ten minutes ago.""I am moving her back to the Alpha quarters by six," I said."You should sleep first." Alice finally set the pen down. It rolled against her inkwell with a sharp clack. "You have been standing over that bed for fourteen hours, Nixon. Nathan nearly collapsed before you forced him out."I pulled my phone from my trousers. The

Ezekiel’s POV"One day, this face will fail me," I whispered to the steam on the glass.I leaned closer to the mirror.I gripped the silver tweezers.My skin pulled tight under the metal tip.I pinched a single grey hair near my temple.I yanked it out.The sharp pain hit my nerve endings instantly.It felt clean.It felt controlled.I stared at the tiny bulb of the root.Another small piece of decay, destroyed.People called this look distinguished.They called it handsome for a man of my years.I despised that phrase.It felt like a timer ticking inside my skull.I squeezed a dollop of cold gel onto my palm.I rubbed my hands together until the chemical lather turned thick.I smeared it over my jawline.I dragged my fingers upward against the skin.Forehead.Cheeks.The bridge of my nose.I rinsed with water that burned my skin red.I pressed the heavy Egyptian cotton towel into my face.My mobile buzzed twice against the marble counter.I picked it up.Simone Cranberry had sent a t

Scout’s POV"Do not let the water go cold, Luna," the omega whispered.She backed out of the door.Her slippers clicked against the hard tile floor.The heavy oak door clicked shut in the frame.Silence filled the small space.I reached for the first button on my tunic.My fingers shook against the cold metal.My muscle fibres throbbed from the strain of the last three hours.I pulled the fabric apart.Dried blood filled the weave of the cloth.It peeled away from my ribs with a wet, tearing sound.I dropped the shirt onto the floor.It hit the tiles with a heavy thud.I looked down at my bare stomach.Dark grey bruises ringed my hip bones.A long scrape ran from my ribs down to my waist.The blood had dried into a black crust along the edges.I stepped toward the copper tub.Steam rose in thick sheets from the surface.I lifted one foot over the rim.The heat scorched my skin.I gripped the edge of the metal tub until my knuckles went white.I lowered myself into the water.An involu

Simone’s POV"Say those words again."The lead elder did not look up from his papers. His thumb pressed hard against the heavy bond paper."Not guilty."I kept my spine perfectly rigid. My boots gripped the cold stone floor of the chamber.The lead elder raised his head. His eyes narrowed to thin slits. "Not guilty?"A low murmur started in the back row of the gallery. It grew louder.I did not turn around to look at them. I kept my eyes locked on the front bench.To my right, a floorboard creaked.Mother shifted her weight on the high wooden bench. Her fingers clamped onto the carved armrest. Her skin turned a sharp, bloodless white around her knuckles.The lead elder leaned across the massive desk. "Are you entirely certain of this plea, Luna Simone?""Why would I tell a lie to this council?"My voice did not shake. I forced the air steady through my lungs.The murmurs behind me turned into sharp whispers. Somebody cleared their throat with a loud, wet sound."I believed this circle