All Chapters of The Alpha’s Genius Dud: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The morning sun felt different today. It was just warm. It spilled across the wooden floor of the bedroom, quiet and safe. Faith stood by the window, stretching her arms. For the first time in years, her body didn't ache. There was no poison in her blood, no alarms screaming in the hallway, and no heavy weight pressing down on her chest. Her inner white wolf was completely asleep, curled up happily under her heart. A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Killian buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. His skin was incredibly hot against hers, a comforting weight that instantly made her feel grounded. “You're up early,” Killian muttered, his voice rough and thick with sleep. Faith smiled, leaning back against his broad chest. She placed her hands over his. “I couldn't sleep. The silence woke me up. I kept waiting for something to explode, but nothing did.” Killian tightened his grip, pulling her closer until there was absolute

The process began at exactly eight o'clock the next morning, and the level of coordination inside the Nightshade estate was tight enough to rival a military invasion.The biggest hurdle wasn't setting up the lights or clearing the guard rotations. It was Faith herself. With her newly matured permanent white wolf spirit and her instincts as a protector, she was far too observant. If she saw even a single guard carrying a box of glass lanterns toward the courtyard, she would immediately investigate.“She’s too smart,” Leo whispered frantically, leaning over the kitchen counter as he swallowed a piece of bacon. “If she catches a single weird vibe from any of us, she’s going to read our expressions like an open book.”“Which is why we are using her favorite weakness against her,” Benjamin said smoothly, walking into the kitchen with his coat already on. “The library archives at the North Academy main campus.”Right on cue, Benjamin waited until Faith walked downstairs, looking refreshed i

The heavy oak back doors of the estate didn't just open, they practically exploded outward the moment Faith and Killian walked back onto the porch.“I knew it!” Leo yelled, sprinting out into the cold with a half-eaten chicken wing in one hand and his handheld monitor in the other. “I told you the proximity lights would work! Did you see the fade-in sequence? It was flawless!”Before Killian could even threaten to throw him off the mountain again, Elena rushed past Leo, her eyes full of happy tears as she threw her arms around Faith’s neck. “Oh, my beautiful girl,” she whispered, squeezing her tightly. "I am so, so happy for you.”Benjamin walked out at a much slower, dignified pace, but the massive, proud smile on his face gave him away. He stepped up to Killian, clapping a heavy hand against the younger Alpha’s broad shoulder. You timed it well, son. And nobody got hit by a watering can.“Yeah barely,” Killian muttered, though a genuine, relaxed chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. He

The wedding was only days away, and the house was buzzing.Faith spent the early hours of the morning going to pick up her wedding dress. When she finally tried it on at the boutique, she stared at herself in the mirror, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was a beautiful white gown that hugged her nice figure perfectly, making her feel like a real bride instead of a soldier for the first time in her life.Later that afternoon, Faith walked onto the grounds of the Academy. The institution was officially hers now, a symbol of the new era they had built. As she walked through the central courtyard to address the students and staff, the entire crowd went dead silent. They were completely stunned by her graceful presence. She wasn't the rugged, wounded girl who had fought in the trenches anymore; she was a glowing, powerful leader who carried herself with absolute dignity.“We survived the dark,” Faith told the quiet crowd, her natural brown eyes shining with light. “This Academy is no l

Faith sat by the large window in her dressing room, a sleek black pen hovering slightly over a piece of parchment. The paper was still empty, but her mind was completely flooded with memories. She looked down at the silver-polymer ring on her left hand, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. How did she get here? Just a few years ago, her life was a living nightmare. She remembered the cold, dark rooms of her Aunt Sarah’s house. She remembered the heavy blows, the cruel words, and the absolute misery of being treated like nothing more than a slave. She remembered the sheer terror of the day her wicked aunt decided to package her up and sell her off to dangerous traffickers. She closed her eyes, vividly remembering the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she broke free from the traffickers’ vehicle right inside the heavily guarded gates of a massive estate. Desperate, bleeding, and cornered, she had made a blind, terrifying leap from a high marble balcony, landing heav