All Chapters of I Accidentally Married The Billionaire Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elara’s POVThe silver vanished before I could convince myself I had actually seen it.I leaned closer to the mirror, searching my reflection for any trace of what had been there. My eyes were amber again, while the sounds I had heard so clearly moments earlier gradually returned to their usual distance.For twenty-two years, I had lived without a wolf.One strange dream and several seconds in front of a mirror did not suddenly erase everything I knew about myself.There had to be another explanation and Illness made more sense.I considered going to the Blackmoon clinic, then imagined explaining that I had dreamed about being a silver wolf before waking with glowing eyes. They would either think something was medically wrong with me or decide the supposedly wolfless woman their Alpha had accidentally married had lost her mind.Neither possibility encouraged me to leave my room.By the time I went downstairs, Kai was already at the breakfast table with a tablet beside his hand.“You l

Elara’s POVDerek spoke as though our wedding had been stolen from him, rather than abandoned by his own choice.I glanced at Kai, who stood beside me with his hands relaxed at his sides. Derek had noticed him too. The confidence he had carried through our conversation disappeared, and his eyes kept returning to the Blackmoon insignia on the guards' uniforms.“Would you prefer that I leave you to finish this conversation?” Kai asked me.“I can handle Derek myself.” I turned toward him, expecting some objection.“Then I'll be nearby if you need anything.” Kai stepped back toward the security post, giving us privacy without leaving me alone at the gate.Derek watched him go. “Does he always do whatever you ask?” he murmured.“He asked me a question, and I answered it. You should try listening when someone does that.”“I didn't come here to argue with you, Elara.” Derek rubbed his palms together. “I came because there are things you deserve to know.”“You've had plenty of opportunities t

Elara’s POVMother’s voice carried through the security building, reaching the visitors waiting near the entrance. One woman turned her head. Another lowered the phone she had been using, and I wondered whether she had already recorded enough to make a story of it.“Please continue toward the gate, Mrs. Gates.” The older guard kept his voice courteous as he indicated the exit.“I have every right to speak to my daughter.” Mother pulled her arm away before the guard could guide her past the reception desk. “Ask her what she did to the man she was supposed to marry.”I walked toward her before the guards could answer. Gerald Whitmore’s name had not been spoken, yet I could already see where she intended to take this.“You arranged that marriage, Mother, and sent me to the wrong courthouse.” I stopped several steps away. “If you want to tell people what happened, start there.”“After everything I did to secure your future, you ran off with a stranger.” She turned toward the visitors as t

Kai’s POV“Start by preserving the log,” I told Gideon. “I want a copy that nobody in the secretariat can edit.”Gideon remained at my computer while Elara examined the transaction number from the finance office. The account belonged to Harold Voss, a council records officer whose funeral I had attended three months earlier.“His access should have been revoked on the day he died,” Gideon said. “The system shows it was disabled, and somebody subsequently restored it.”“Who has the authority to restore a council account?” Elara asked.“Three senior administrators and the council security supervisor,” Gideon answered. “The request should also leave a record of whoever approved it.”“Then find that record before we question anyone,” I said. “If the person responsible realizes we're looking, the remaining evidence could disappear.”Gideon copied the audit files to an isolated drive. I watched the progress bar while Elara set Ada Mercer's application beside the council notice. She had foun

Kai’s POV“Send me the original link and stay where you are,” I told Elara. “I'll come to the library.”She had discovered the photograph before my communications team noticed it. By the time I reached her, she had marked the window on an estate plan and was comparing it with the path outside.“That's the east garden,” she said. “I remember seeing one of the groundskeepers through the glass that afternoon.”“The path is accessible to household employees and approved maintenance workers,” I said. “I'll have security identify who was assigned there.”“Please don't assume the groundskeeper took it. I remember him carrying tools, and I couldn't see the whole path.”“I won't.” I studied the image on her phone. “The person who supplied this photograph wanted readers to believe you were being watched inside the estate.”“Perhaps they wanted me to know I was being watched,” Elara answered.The possibility was unpleasant, and it fit the timing of Margot's interview too well for comfort. I forw