บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Scorned Bride: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Victor's POVI forced myself to move. Whatever that strange, hollow feeling was, I shoved it down where it belonged.My wolf resisted for a second, its focus lingering on the other door, but I didn’t let it.I pushed the door open and stepped into the room, my senses immediately picking up the sharp scent of antiseptic.Laura lay in the hospital bed, pale, her usual brightness dimmed like a fading flame. The moment her eyes landed on me, they reddened instantly, tears spilling over before she could stop them.“Victor…”Her voice broke as she reached for me. I crossed the distance without thinking. She clung to me tightly, her fingers gripping my clothes like I might disappear if she let go.“Victor, I was so scared,” she whispered, her body trembling against mine. “I thought I’d never see you again.”My body stiffened for a brief second. Not because I didn’t hear her, but because something in me… didn’t respond the way it used to.Still, I lifted my hand and gently stroked her hair, s

Ava's POVThe slap rang in my ears long after it landed.For a second, I couldn’t even move.My wolf reeled, disoriented, a low, furious growl building somewhere deep in my chest. Pain burned across my cheek, sharp and humiliating, but it was the shock that held me still.When I lifted my head, I saw them.Magnus stood right in front of me, his hand still half-raised from the strike, his wolf radiating aggression like a challenge. Beatrice clung to his arm, her expression twisted with disgust.Behind them were Lucas and Kingsley.And off to the side, leaning against the wall like silent spectators, were Victor and Jasper.Six wolves… twelve eyes, all locked on me with disgust, hatred, and indifference.Like I was something rotten, something beneath them.My wolf stilled. I tore my gaze from them for a brief second, then glanced toward the tightly shut door behind me.Laura… of course.This had to be about her again. The accident, they had pinned it on me again.A hollow breath left my

Ava's POVBeatrice's lips trembled, but I didn’t stop.“And don’t feed me that nonsense about a seer’s prophecy.”Some fortune teller had called me cursed, and Beatrice chose to believe a prophecy over her own child.“You carried me for nine moons.” My throat burned. “You nursed me. We survived hardship together.”I stepped forward, tears blurring my vision.“And you still hated me.”My voice broke into a snarl. “You abused your own daughter for another woman.”“I was miserable,” I said. The confession ripped out raw. “I hated you…”I swallowed hard. “And I wanted you to love me just once, even a little, even by accident. But you never did.”My tears fell. I wiped them away furiously.“Not once.”I turned to my brothers, Lucas and Kingsley. Pack brothers in blood, but strangers in soul.My heart had no softness left for them.“You two…” I shook my head. “I have nothing to say.”One had watched me die. The other had fed off everything I gave and called it loyalty.“One of you stood the

Ava's POVI woke up the next day. The room smelled sterile.I realized I was in the hospital. I had not died.They found me too early and dragged me back from the edge.What a bitter joke. How cruel could life be?Then I heard a voice breaking apart.“Ava, what are you doing?” I turned weakly.It was Nora. She sat at my bedside, crying. Her eyes were swollen red, tears streaking down her face.I hadn’t seen her cry like that in five years, not since the last time my world collapsed and I was arrested.Something in my chest twisted. I lifted a trembling hand and touched her head, brushing through her hair like I used to when we were younger.“Nora…” My voice barely existed. “I’m tired.”It was the truest thing I’d ever said. I was not tired in body, I was tired in soul and bone.I was completely emptied of fight, hope, and wanting. If people called me weak or a coward, fine.Maybe they were right. Maybe I was a coward. Maybe I was simply a cursed she-wolf who had been unlucky since bir

Ava's POVWhispers of disbelief filled the air, but Nora didn’t back down. She held her head high, her eyes cold as winter.“Stop pretending.” Her voice cracked through the crowd. “You know nothing, yet you stand here acting righteous.”She pointed toward Juliet’s portrait.“Juliet is dead.”Then toward the gathered elites.“And two great families, the Jacksons and the Sheltons, couldn’t even see the holes in the evidence.”Her laugh was bitter enough to draw blood.“You let the real killer walk free.” Her gaze swept over them all. “Doesn’t that make you idiots?”Offended gasps and growls filled the air, but Nora looked almost relieved, as if she had finally stopped holding back for five years.“I’ve kept Ava’s secret for five fucking years, and I’m done.”My breath caught, because I knew. I knew what she was about to do. She was about to reveal the truth about Juliet's killer.Her voice rose. “The one who killed Juliet five years ago wasn’t Ava at all.”Everything stopped, even the w