All Chapters of Bride For The Feral Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The pages kept turning like a countdown to my inevitable ruin.I sat hunched at the small table in the corner of the SouthPoint Pack library, watching Iris flip through the ancient ledger with growing dread. Every rustle of the dusty, old parchment made my stomach twist. Three weeks. Maybe a month. That was all the time I had before Iris told Lewison his bride was seeing ghosts — or worse, before Frank found an excuse to hand me over to Vesper.And where was the Aubrey destined to save me from my demise? Off playing hero while I was left here slowly losing my mind.I drummed my fingers loudly on the table. “You gave me an ultimatum, yet the one man capable of fulfilling it has conveniently disappeared to God-knows-where. Brilliant planning. Truly.”Iris didn’t look up. “When he returns, I suggest you get on your back immediately. This is not one of your romance novels, Quinn.”Heat crawled up my neck. “And when I do fall pregnant,” I continued, unable to help myself, “you’ll still hon

I was one merciless description away from losing all sense of composure in the healing quarters.The couple before us kept talking, their words painting vivid, unwanted images that settled far too easily under my skin. The man admitted, voice tight with embarrassment, that he finished too quickly, sometimes before his mate had even begun to feel anything meaningful. The woman confessed, cheeks burning crimson, that no matter what they tried, she couldn’t reach her peak anymore. The pleasure built and built, but never broke.SouthPoint pack always came up with new ways to torture me with every passing day.Iris listened as though she were hearing someone complain about the weather. Her face remained entirely neutral, as if the words these people sputtered didn’t even affect her in the slightest.Couldn’t she hear what I was hearing?She asked calm questions from time to time. Questions about rhythm, angle, foreplay, and the time spent before penetration. Every answer undid something in

He positioned himself between my thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance. Lewison pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open in a way that made every anatomical sketch I had ever copied feel laughably inadequate. The burn was intense. Perfect. Overwhelming. I gasped, nails digging into his back as he filled me completely.For one terrifying second, my mind went entirely blank.Then the scientific part of me woke up. It noted every sensation with a quiet fascination. The stretch was more than I had anticipated. The pressure felt full, bordering on too much, and yet my body was accommodating him without protest, which was either a marvel of human physiology or proof that I had wanted this far longer than I was prepared to admit.Most likely both.Lewison buried his face in my neck, breathing hard against my skin. "Fuck…"He began to move, deep and controlled, and my thoughts scattered completely. Every stroke hit deeper than I had imagined possible, which was sa

All of my ancestors would be rolling in their graves if they could see this very moment.The words hung in the air for what felt like a century before Lewison even looked like he was going to answer.He set his cup down first, the soft clink of ceramic against wood became the first sound in the room after what might have been one of the most foolish statements to ever have been uttered in the long history of both Feywins and Aubreys alike. Then he stood and crossed to where I sat on the edge of his bed, stopping in front of me close enough that his presence filled the space until there was no room left for anything else.One hand came up first. Fingers brushing my jaw. Tilting my face up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes."My father will never touch you," he told me, each word leaving his lips out like it cost him something. "Whatever else happens in this place, that I can promise you."The promise landed flat.Only someone as statuesque as Lewison could offer an answer without

Breakfast at the Aubrey table had always been a performance. Today it felt like the stage was on fire and everyone was pretending not to notice the smoke.I arrived last, as usual. The heavy doors opened and the familiar scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and something overly spiced hit me first. My stomach twisted. The idea of eating anything right now felt impossible, but refusing would only draw more attention.Iris was engaging with Frank in what appeared like a warm conversation. That alone was unusual. What was worse was the small, careful smile she wore while stirring something into her soup. Iris did not smile at breakfast. Iris barely smiled anywhere. And more than that, Iris did not speak to Frank unless she was receiving orders at least in front of me.The widespread grin looked wrong on her face as though someone had abducted the real Iris and forced this counterfeit to have breakfast with us.I sat down slowly, keeping my hands steady in my lap. Lewison sat directly acro