All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Claire’s POV"Pick up, damn you," I whisper, my thumb slamming the screen.The bathroom door sits ten feet away. Behind the thick wood, the heavy rush of the bath faucet suddenly dies. A quiet splash follows. The useless Omega is finally in the tub. I have five minutes, maybe less, before she catches me.The line rings twice. The speaker crackles."This better be good news," Alpha Ezekiel London barks.His voice is raw gravel. It hooks into my chest and pulls. I press the phone so hard against my ear that the plastic clicks against my tooth. My eyes stay glued to the bottom crack of the bathroom door. No shadows move."The water is running," I say, my voice a jagged scrape. "She is locked away. We can talk.""Really?" Ezekiel lets out a dry, sharp breath. "The little bitch is dead already?""No. Not yet." I pivot, blocking the view of the door with my shoulder. My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. "It is about the new Luna. The move Alpha Nixon made that you did not

Scout’s POV"You dare stand in my house and accuse me of treason, you little fetch?" Nathan snarled, his chest expanding as he closed the distance between us.The heavy stone floor of the chamber amplified the scuff of his leather boots. He smelled of old parchment and the sharp, medicinal tang of wintergreen, but beneath it, my nose caught the sour spike of fear sweat. I didn't back down. I gripped the thick glass neck of the brown apothecary bottle until my knuckles went white and the raised ridges of the glass bit into my palm."I am not accusing you of anything, Nathan," I said, my voice cutting through the damp chill of the room like a blade. "I am telling you exactly what you poured into this glass."Across the room, Grand Luna Paisley surged up from her high-backed oak chair. She did not take a step toward us, her frail body locked in place as her fingers dug into the carved wooden armrests. The dark fabric of her heavy wool robes shook against her thin frame, her knuckles bulg

Nixon’s POV"You are this pack’s lead healer, Nathan, yet you could not tell that my mother was being systematically hollowed out by common poison rather than the rot?"My voice sliced through the damp chill of the subterranean chamber, a low, predatory rumble that rattled the iron sconces on the stone walls. The heavy scent of copper and old sweat hung thick in the air. The sentinels had only just carted my mother out on the leather stretcher, her frail body looking entirely skeletal under the linen sheets, leaving the room feeling vast, empty, and dripping with failure.Nathan did not reply with words. His knees simply buckled. The wet, heavy thud of his joints colliding with the granite floor echoed against the low ceiling. He trembled so violently that his loose woollen robes rustled against the stone like dead leaves."I know," Nathan choked out, his vocal cords snapping under the weight of terror as he stared directly at my mud-flecked leather boots. "I know I have failed you, A

Nixon’s POV"Tell me who paid you, or I drop the girl next."The thick rubber of my industrial gloves squeaked as I clenched my fists. The scent of raw, concentrated wolfsbane juice already filled the stone cellar. It smelled like battery acid and burnt hair. It was sharp enough to make my eyes water and coat the back of my throat in a bitter, chemical film.In the centre of the room sat the heavy iron barrel. The dark, oily liquid sloshed against the rusty edges every time someone breathed too hard."Please, Alpha!" One of the Omega maids dropped to her knees. Her shins hit the wet stone floor with a dull slap. "We do not know anything! We would never hurt the Grand Luna!"The sentinels standing against the wall did not speak. Their hands trembled against their leather holsters. Their eyes kept darting from the bubbling surface of the barrel back to my face. Good. Fear makes people talk. If they were not guilty, they would give me the name of the monster who was.I walked down the li

Nixon’s POV"You think like a common thief, Alpha, because you are looking in the dirt instead of the Ledger." Scout stood in the mouth of the dark corridor, her lungs pumping like a broken bellows. Sweat tracked through the grime on her cheeks. Her collarbone stood out sharp, a jagged line under her torn shirt.I checked her eyes for the twitch. The small, greasy slide of a lie. Nothing. Only the raw, stupid heat of an Omega who still believed in justice."Rory is a snake, but he pays his rats in gold," she spat, her teeth clicking together on the final word. "Look at the banks. Look at the men who suddenly bought new boots last week."My throat felt tight, thick with the sour taste of my own bile. Two minutes ago, I had pinned her against the stone wall. I had called her a traitor. I had broken her mother's picture frame under my heel just to watch her flinch. Now, she was handing me the key to the vault while her own wrists were still red from my grip."Get the phones," I muttered.