All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nixon’s POV"Look at her," I muttered, my forehead pressed against the cold glass of my study window.Down in the courtyard, the late afternoon sun cut sharp shadows across the grass. Scout stood perfectly still while her sister wrapped both arms tightly around her neck. From three stories up, Simone looked like a grieving saint, her face buried deep into Scout as her spine shook with heavy, wet sobs. To anyone else, it was a beautiful picture. The perfect family reunion. A loving sister forgiving the black sheep.Then the bond hit me.A sharp, icy spike slammed directly into my chest, forcing the air out of my lungs in a harsh gasp. I stumbled back an inch, my hand clamping down over my ribs. It was not my emotion. It was Scout. The sheer terror bleeding through the mental link was so thick it tasted like copper. Beneath the fear came a wave of pure horror, dark and heavy, pooling deep in my gut."What did she say to you?" I whispered, leaning closer until my breath fogged the pane.

Nixon’s POV"Nothing I didn't construct myself," I say, keeping my voice flat while I rub the thick white cream over the red streaks on her forearm. "Rumors have a powerful effect on most people, and I know exactly how to use them."Scout pulls her arm back a fraction of an inch, her skin sliding against my fingers. "The thing is, I was dishonest with you, and I am not denying that part."I grab her wrist again, not hard, but enough to freeze her in place.She takes a fast, shaky breath and looks directly into my eyes. "But I was tricked by Henley and Simone, because neither Simone nor Harmoni actually ran away like everyone says they did."I do not say a single word back to her. I just dip my fingers back into the jar and spread another layer of medicine over her burning skin."I know you must see the holes in their story," she says, her voice staying surprisingly steady even though her pupils are wide and shaking. "But your own pride and your misdirected anger will not let you admit

Simone’s POV"You actually think another top tier Alpha will look at you after this mess?" Mother slammed her hand against the leather car door. The sharp crack echoed in the tight space of the back seat. Her face twisted into a mask of pure disgust. "You threw away Brown Reed, Simone. You handed the sixth largest pack in the world to that useless brat on a silver platter.""Just watch me," I said. I kept my voice level and leaned back against the cool leather. My heart throbbed against my ribs but I refused to let my hands shake. "I do not need Nixon London. There are other Alphas. Other opportunities that do not involve playing nursemaid to a broken man.""Opportunities?" Mother let out a harsh laugh that sounded like tearing paper. She leaned over the centre console and grabbed my wrist. Her fingers dug into my skin until it hurt. "Your father is the head of a ninety ninth ranked pack. My own family barely scrapes twenty eighth. We are nothing without Brown Reed.""Nixon gave me so

Nixon’s POV"Miss me already, Christopher?"I threw the question at the speaker screen, my thumb digging into the fabric of a silver silk tie. The mirror showed the dark circles under my eyes, but I forced a smirk anyway."Harmoni is dead," Christopher said. His voice came through the tiny speaker flat and dry, stripped of its usual mocking edge. "They cut his head off at dawn."My fingers locked around the silk. I stared at my reflection, the fabric turning into a wrinkled knot between my knuckles. "Say that again.""The Brown Reed Council executed him for sexual assault," Christopher muttered. I could hear the faint sound of traffic behind him, a reminder of the cheap city hotel I had stashed him in. "He tried to force himself on the Alpha’s daughter. Simone.""Simone." The name tasted like ash. I dropped the tie onto the marble counter, my gaze tracking the way it spilled like oil. "Are your people sure about that?""Three separate snitches inside the pack house confirmed it," he s

Scout’s POV"Do not put her on the spot, Mother."Nixon dropped his words like heavy stones into the quiet dining room. He did not look at me, keeping his eyes fixed on his plate while his shoulder muscles bunched tight beneath his dark shirt. I stared at the side of his sharp jaw, wondering if this sudden defence was actually for my benefit, or if he was just terrified of whatever truth might spill out of my mouth."He is stubborn," I said.The admission slipped out before I could check myself, my voice small but steady in the grand room. Luna Paisley paused, her soup spoon hovering halfway to her lips as her thin eyebrows drifted upward. Across the table, Nixon stopped chewing entirely, his shoulders freezing.I leaned forward, pressing my palms against the cold edge of the mahogany table. "Myopic. And he can be borderline cruel."A sharp, disbelieving scoff cut through the air as Nixon slammed his fork down. The heavy silver clattered against the porcelain plate with a small screec