All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Scout’s POV"Alpha Nixon, you need to open this door right now."The sentinel's voice rattles the heavy oak frame.My shoulders snap tight.Nixon drops his spoon. The silver clatters against the ceramic bowl, splashing cold broth across the dark wood table."Who authorized you to interrupt us?"Nixon does not shout. The low vibration in his chest sets my teeth on edge.He stands up. His chair screeches across the floorboards."I apologize, Alpha."The voice outside is thin. Raw."The NeonViper emissaries just crossed our perimeter line."Nixon steps toward the door. His bare feet make no sound on the rug."They did not send a formal request?"Nixon grips the brass handle."No, Alpha."The sentinel clears his throat."They demand an audience with you. And with the Luna."Nixon twists the handle. The latch clicks. He opens the door just wide enough to expose his shoulder."Tell them to wait in the courtyard."Nixon keeps his forearm pressed against the wood."I will be down when I am re

Simone’s POV"Get moving," the sentinel snarled, his fingers jabbing deep into my shoulder blade.He didn't lead me down the stairs. He threw me.My boots lost their grip on the wet stone, skimming over the dark slime coating the steps until my back slammed against the iron-reinforced door at the bottom. The air down here didn't just smell like rot. It tasted like cold copper and old grease."Inside, little girl," the older sentinel grunted, his palm flattening against the centre of my chest to shove me through the threshold.I hit the floor hard, palms sliding through a puddle that was far too thick to be water. The heavy oak door shrieked behind me, the rusted iron hinges groaning under the weight."You cannot keep me in here," I said, my voice cutting through the damp dark. "My father will have your heads before midnight."The younger sentinel paused, his hand hovering over the iron bolt. He didn't look at my face. He looked at the smear of dark slime on my skirt, a tiny twitch form

Iris’s POV"Pick up the phone, Iris."The voice did not come from the speaker. It rattled inside my skull, sharp and cold like a needle driving through my brain.I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. The synthetic fabric felt rough against my cheek. The ringing kept going. Relentless. Shrill. It throbbed against my temples."Stop," I mumbled into the mattress.It did not stop.My hand shot out from under the duvet. I grabbed the mobile from the bedside table. I did not open my eyes to check the glowing screen. I simply swiped the glass to kill the call, then held down the power button until the final vibration told me the device was completely dead.Silence.Finally.I let out a slow breath, sinking back into the heavy warmth of sleep.Then my body lifted.One second I was horizontal on the mattress. The next, an invisible fist yanked my collar and sent me flying backward through the air.My shoulder blades slammed into the wall. The impact knocked the wind clean out of m

Simone’s POV"Get up," my mother said.She did not look at me. She kept her face turned toward the iron bars of the cell door.I did not move from the stone floor. The skin on my palms was raw from the grit on the flags. My knees were locked."I cannot stand," I said.My mother turned her head. Her chin jerked upward. A muscle in her jaw twitched twice."Get up before she arrives," she whispered. Her voice sounded thin. Brittle. Like dried leaves under a boot. "Do not let her see you like this."I dragged my right leg under my torso. A sharp knot of pain gripped my calf. I pressed both thumbs hard into the muscle. The pain made my eyes water. I sucked air through my teeth.Footsteps echoed from the top of the stone stairs.They were heavy. Three people. Maybe four. The rhythm was uneven. One pair of heels clicked twice as fast as the heavy boots beside them."She is already here," I said.My mother went rigid. She pulled her shoulders back. She smoothed the front of her grey dress wit

Iris’s POV"Answer the bloody phone, Magnus."I pressed the glass screen against my ear.The plastic casing creaked under my grip.The first ring cut through the grey morning light.My shoulder throbbed with a heavy, rhythmic pulse.The ache settled deep into the bone.The phone rang a second time.I shifted my weight on the cold floorboards.A sharp jolt shot down my spine.I bit my lip to stop a groan.The third ring cut short."Iris." His voice came through rough and thick. "Do you know what time it is?""I need you at the London estate," I said.I did not soften my tone.I did not explain."Right now," I added.Silence stretched over the line.I heard the rustle of heavy bedsheets on his end.A low, bitter breath escaped his nostrils."You and Father suddenly need me now?" Magnus asked.His tone shifted into a slow drawl."After years of pretending I did not exist?" he asked."This is family business," I said.I clenched my jaw until my teeth clicked.My fingers dug into the hard