All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Simone’s POV"Can you walk, Simone, or do you need more time?" Elder Zoya asked.Her voice was soft and full of pity. I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the floor of the council chamber. I kept my shoulders hunched and my chin tucked low. I needed to look like a girl who had just been shattered. Every muscle in my body was tense, but I forced a slight tremble into my hands."I can walk," I whispered.I moved forward with tiny, dragging steps. I made sure the floorboards creaked under my feet. The silence in the room was heavy. I could feel every eye on me. My father, the elders, and the guards were all watching. I stopped a few feet away from the centre of the room. I didn't look at the man chained to the floor. I didn't need to. I could hear his ragged breathing."Please. Sit down, dear," Elder Zoya said. She pointed to a wooden chair. "We know how painful this is."I sat. I kept my back straight but let my head hang. I folded my hands in my lap. I mimicked the way my mothe

Scout’s POV"Wait!" I shouted, but my voice just bounced off the empty doorframe.The omega didn't look back. She sprinted down the hall like her life depended on it. I stood there, frozen, staring at the red bumps covering my skin. They looked like angry ants crawling up my forearm. My skin burned and felt tight.A second later, her voice shrieked from somewhere deep in the house. The panic in her tone made my stomach drop. "Get Doctor Alice! Now! The Luna is sick!"There was that word again. Luna. Usually, people said it like a curse or a joke. This time, it sounded like a death sentence.Heavy footsteps thundered toward my room. I backed away from the door as three more women appeared. They didn't sneer this time. Their faces were white. They looked at me with pure terror."Let me see," one said. She didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm into the light. Her breath hitched. "Goddess. How long has it been like this?""Since I woke up," I said, trying to ya

Nixon’s POV"You need to eat something, Alpha, before the meetings start," the senior house maid said, her eyes fixed entirely on the polished floorboards.I did not answer her. I kept my seat behind the massive oak desk, staring at the stack of leather-bound ledgers until the black ink numbers ran together into useless lines. My mind refused to focus on the numbers or the trade agreements. It kept dragging me back to that basement hallway, to the foul smell of damp wood, and the sight of raw red welts climbing up Scout’s pale arms.Why did I step in?The question felt like a physical weight pressing directly into my ribs. It was heavy and cold. I should have walked away and let the household staff manage their own cruel games. It was not my job to oversee every small argument or punishment among the lower ranks of the pack.Yet I had stayed.The moment I stepped inside that cramped room, something raw and uncontrollable broke loose in my chest. Seeing her skin covered in angry bliste

Nixon’s POV"You cannot seriously expect me to believe she deserves a single ounce of comfort in this house." Henley did not yell, but the words came out like stones hitting ice. Her fingers gripped the strap of her leather handbag so tight her knuckles turned white. She stared at me, her mouth twisting into a hard line that she tried and failed to smooth out with a fake smile.Simone jumped between us before the silence could stretch too far. Her palms were open, pressed against her own skirt as she took a shaky step forward. "What my mother actually means to say is... we just want to see her." Her chin trembled, and a heavy tear spilled over her lower lid, tracking down her pale cheek. It looked perfect. Too perfect. "Please, Alpha Nixon. Give us five minutes. I need to look into my sister's eyes so I can finally sleep at night knowing she is safe."On paper, the request was completely normal. Any leader with a pulse would look at a crying girl and open the door. A good Alpha protec

Scout’s POV"Are you going to keep staring at that dead screen or are you going to let me in?" Simone asked.She stood right in the centre of the garden path. Her fingers twirled a small blue flower she had probably plucked from the bushes near the fountain. She looked perfect. Her soft blue dress did not have a single wrinkle on it. Her face was pale and her eyes were red like she had been crying for hours. It was a good look for her.I shoved my phone deep into my dress pocket. My palm was wet with sweat. I had called Harmoni ten times in the last twenty minutes. Every single call went straight to voicemail."You should not be here," I said. My voice sounded thin. It lacked the bite I wanted it to have."I had to come," Simone said. She dropped the flower and stepped closer. Her shoes made a soft crunching sound on the gravel. "The whole pack is talking about you, Scout. They say you ran away to Brown Reed because you could not handle the guilt.""Guilt for what?" I asked. I took a