All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 191 - Chapter 197

Scout’s POV"Simone must die."The words did not bounce off the leather seats of the car. They sank into the carpet like wet blood.Fraser did not even blink. He just stared at me from the opposite side of the back seat, his eyes tracking the way my thumb dug into the crisp card in my hand.Rory London.The name was printed in flat black ink. No title. No address. Just those two words and a phone number that looked like a death warrant."You are sure about this, Scout?" Fraser asked. His voice stayed low, barely louder than the hum of the tyres on the tarmac outside."She has my husband's uncle on speed dial," I snapped. I threw the card onto the seat between us. "Rory vanished after he tried to butcher half the family. If Simone is talking to him, she is not just playing pack games anymore. She is trying to tear Nixon down from the inside.""And Ezekiel?""Ezekiel is the one who probably handed her the card," I said. My knuckles went white against my knees. "They are working together

Scout’s POV"I will pay for all of it," Henley said.Black lines of mascara cut through the thick powder on her cheeks.She gasped for breath, her chest heaving under her silk gown."Every single coin," she whispered.I stood perfectly still.My leather boots pressed deep into the wool rug.I did not blink.I did not give her a single nod."Simone was raised wrong," Henley said.The words tumbled out of her mouth in a fast rush."I admit it now," she said.She wiped her nose with the back of her trembling wrist."I raised her to be a spoiled brat," she said.She looked down at the floorboards."I taught her that life should be handed to her without any work," she said.She swallowed hard, her throat clicking in the quiet room."That is why she is the way she is," she said.I kept my arms crossed tightly over my chest."But she does not deserve to be punished for my sins," Henley said.She reached her hands out toward me.Her long, manicured fingers hovered two inches from my trousers

Simone’s POV"Did you or did you not slit her throat, Simone Cranberry?"The lead elder did not look up from his papers.His voice hit me like a physical fist.My chest burned.The skin across my ribs pulled tight.I looked down at my fingers.My knuckles were white.My nails dug straight into my palms."I did not touch her throat," I said.My voice cracked on the last word.I swallowed hard to clear the taste of copper from my tongue."I shouted at her," I said. "I gripped her arms. But that freak did the rest to herself.""Watch your mouth," the lead elder snapped.He slammed his palm onto the wooden table.The loud crack made my mother flinch in her seat.I turned my head slow.My mother sat three feet away.Her lips were pressed into a flat line.Her eyes were wet.She looked at me like I was already dead and buried in the dirt.Beside her, my grandmother sat completely still.Her spine was a straight line against the oak chair.She did not look at me.Her eyes were fixed on the f