บททั้งหมดของ Scorned By Husband, Claimed By His Alpha Rival : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Catherine’s povI stood frozen, my feet rooted to the ground as my mind struggled to process what had just happened. The man who had dragged his tongue over me, who had licked, sucked, and claimed my body like it belonged to him—that man was Evander’s son? And he knew I was his father’s wife. So why had he done it? Was this some kind of twisted test? A way to measure my loyalty? My stomach churned. “So,” the stranger, now confirmed to be my stepson—pressed, raising a brow. “Why did you hit her?” Gen let out a nervous laugh, shifting on her feet. “You know how humans can be,” she said quickly. “Such clumsy creatures.” “Clumsy?” His voice was sharp, unamused. “What exactly did she handle clumsily?” “Umm… she—” “Your ego, if I had to guess.” He folded his arms, his expression bored. “This is getting tedious. You hit her, so now she hits you back. Simple.” I turned to him, my eyes widening. Was he trying to get me killed? I had never hit a maid before—I was usually on the re

Catherine's Pov He'd showered me with a tenderness that somehow morphed into something desperate - his hands turning me against the bathroom wall, taking me under the scalding spray until my knees buckled. Now I lay sprawled across the bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion yet thrumming with an energy I'd never known. Maybe sex was important after all. Important enough to make me forget my wedding vows, important enough to leave me tangled in the sheets with my husband's son, who was currently kneeling to slide socks onto my still-damp feet.The absurd domesticity of it made my chest ache. Evander had never helped me after sex - he'd always left me bruised and hollow, forcing me to crawl back to my room alone while he returned to his other wives. Pleasure had been a one-way street with him, his satisfaction the only thing that mattered.My gaze traced over the man before me - his hair dark with moisture, the towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets still glistened on his collarbo

Soren's POVI sat on the couch, watching my mother pace back and forth while Marie huddled in a corner, quietly sobbing. I didn’t care how either of them felt. All I could think about was Catherine, how she was doing, what she was feeling. Evander had taken her back to their hotel after the scene I’d caused, and neither of them had shown up to the reception. I hadn’t bothered going either.My mother had spent the last hour doing damage control, weaving lies into half-truths, trying to soften the rumors that were already spreading like wildfire.“I expect an explanation from you, Soren,” my mother finally said, her voice slicing through the thick silence. “What exactly happened back there?”“Stick to the scolding part. You’ve got five minutes.” I didn’t look up from my wristwatch.Her lips trembled. Marie gasped softly.“How dare you speak to your mother that way, Soren?”“If I wasn’t talking to you,” I said flatly, “then you have no part in this conversation.”“I do, Soren.” Marie’s v

Soren's POVWhen I stepped out of the car, my eyes instinctively lifted toward the balcony. She wasn't there. A cold wind brushed past the curtains covering her windows, moving them in a way that made my fingers quiver slightly. She was probably asleep, still recovering from her panic attack. I tried to hold onto that thought, to believe she was just upstairs resting.I stormed into the living room, and the place was oddly quiet. Evander's wives were all seated together, watching some TV show like it was just another normal night. Their calmness felt like an insult.I scanned the room, and my senses immediately picked up Catherine's scent—but underneath it was something else, something that made my heart falter for a second.Blood.I walked past the maids without a word and approached the women. They shivered when they saw me. All except Regina, who cleared her throat like she was about to speak. She was the audacious one, the one I had grown to despise most among them."Your Majesty,

Catherine's Pov[Perhaps an end is always a beginning. A dead seed would eventually bloom; the world was always growing in an endless, chaotic haze. Anna realized this as she watched Paul get shipped away by the police, his hands still drenched in Vanessa's blood. His intense gaze never left hers, even as her own little fingers quivered violently from the cold rain and the shock. The body of Vanessa was being taken out in bits and pieces by the stern-faced officers, but none of them knew the terrible truth that Anna held tight in her chest. Paul wasn't truly gone. He was coming back —]A piercing cry from Esme violently shook me from my writing haze. My head snapped up, eyes struggling to focus. I tore my gaze from the glowing laptop screen and stared at the desk clock. 5am. Goodness. I had done it again.I pushed my chair back, my body aching from being hunched over all night. I strutted downstairs groggily, each step feeling heavier than the last. I hadn't slept a wink, completely c