All Chapters of The Alpha's Proxy Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Scout’s POV"You are pushing your luck, Scout."Nixon did not move. He stood under the freezing blast of the shower head. The skin across his ribs went tight. Every muscle in his stomach bunched into hard ridges under my palms. I kept my hand flat against his chest. I felt his pulse. It was a fast, heavy thud against my fingertips."I am just washing the soap away."My voice shook. The lie tasted like copper in my mouth. I did not move my hand. The water sprayed over my knuckles and ran down the dark hair on his chest. He looked down at me. His eyes were completely black in the dim light of the bathroom. The muscle in his left cheek bunched up. His jaw looked like it might snap from how hard his teeth were locked together."Remove your hand."He did not yell. He whispered it. The sound was low and dry. It cut right through the splash of the water against the tiles.I pulled my fingers back. My skin felt freezing cold the second the contact broke."Sorry."The word got swallowed by the

Nixon’s POV"You look clean."My own voice cut through the heavy, wet air of the shower, sounding like a stranger’s. It was too flat. Too controlled.Scout blinked up at me through the rising steam, her pupils wide, swallowing the hazel of her irises until her eyes looked completely black. She did not answer. She just stood there, her small shoulders slick with hot water, a thick layer of white soap lather sliding down the curve of her collarbone.I pulled my hand back. My knuckles brushed the wet glass of the shower door, cold against my burning skin. I had been an inch away from grabbing her. An inch away from pulling her against my chest and letting the pack politics burn to the ground."Sorry," I muttered.The word was pathetic. It got lost in the steady, heavy hiss of the showerhead."It is fine," she said.Her teeth clicked together on the last word. She was shivering, but her gaze never left my face. It was a challenge. A silent, bruising stare that dared me to cross the line I

Nixon’s POV"You shared her bed twice now, Nixon, so stop lying to my face," Christopher said. He did not knock. He just shoved the heavy oak door open until it banged against the wall, his boots crunching loud against the floorboards.I kept my eyes fixed on the desk, my fingers tracing the edge of the dark, plastic phone he had just dropped next to my coffee. "Get your hand off my shoulder, Christopher."He did not move his hand. His fingers dug deeper into my leather jacket, his grip tightening until the leather groaned. "The whole pack is talking. Sentinels have eyes. They see you going into her room at midnight. They see you leaving at dawn.""I am checking her pulse," I said, my jaw tightening until my teeth clicked. "Nothing else.""She is a stray from a rival territory," Christopher sneered, his breath hot against the side of my neck. "You forced me to hunt down this dead woman's phone just to prove the girl's little theory about NeonViper. You are turning soft for her."I sho

Nixon’s POV"You avoided her like a coward," Christopher said.His boots kicked up a cloud of grey dust in the empty upper hallway. He did not wait for me to invite him into the study. He just took up space. His massive shoulders blocked the light from the narrow window. His eyes were bloodshot from the same sleepless night that made my neck feel like a rusted hinge."Priorities, Christopher," I said. My voice was a dry scrape. I slammed the heavy oak door shut behind him. The click of the latch sounded like a bone snapping. "Did the sentinels move?""Ten trucks are loaded," he said. He did not blink. He just stared at the dark purple bruises under my eyes. "The most ruthless bastards we have. They want blood, Nixon. They think we are going to war.""We might be," I said. I reached down and took my gun from the desk. The cold steel felt heavy and right against my palm. "But I need to see my mother before the engines start."Christopher grunted. He did not argue. He just stepped aside

Scout’s POV"You are going to look like a target if you stay under those sheets," Alice said.A hard snap echoed through the room as she yanked the heavy velvet curtains wide open. Blinding, hot morning light slammed into my retinas. I winced, the sudden glare burning through my eyelids, and buried my face deeper into the pillow. The fabric smelled like stale laundry and my own sweat."Get your hands off me," I muttered into the mattress. My voice sounded thin, dry, and rough from sleep.The mattress groaned under sudden weight. A second later, the heavy comforter was ripped violently from my body. The cold air hit my bare calves like a slap. I scrambled up onto my elbows, my heart hammering a fast, jagged rhythm against my ribs."We are going shopping, Luna Scout," Alice said.She stood at the foot of the bed, her heels clicking against the bare hardwood. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, trying to clear the blur. It was Doctor Alice, but she did not look like the woman who routinely