All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha's Fated Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RennaThings with Xavier were finally good again. I could feel the tight knot he made, a mix of pleasure and pain, as my poor lady garden endured the consequence. But through it all, my senses were at peace. The scent of our passion hung in the air, mingling with the sounds of our intertwined bodies. My wolf, sensing the harmony, howled with joy, knowing that Xavier and I had found our way back to each other. It was as if we were floating on Cloud 9, a weightless bliss that enveloped us both.Xavier had to leave to see the council, so I decided to swing by work. As I walked through the familiar hallways, the sound of keyboards clacking and phones ringing filled the air. The faint smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the break room. With a few weeks on my hands, I was determined to gather concrete evidence before bringing up the subject again. I needed undeniable proof that would make him believe me. Our relationship was finally in a good place, and I didn’t want to risk jeopardi

RennaAs Leo led me inside, I could see that the training grounds were abuzz with people and energy. All the members of the pack had gathered together for their scheduled training session, and it appeared that every single individual was in attendance. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease knowing that Xavier was willing to put other women in harm’s way, but not me. ’s way, but not me. The mother's daughters could potentially lose their mates due to the fact that he is assisting me in seeking revenge. It was not the right thing to do or say. As I joined in at the back, I couldn’t deny that combat skills were not my forte. Following the gruelling experience of enduring hours of being battered and bruised, a sense of immense relief washed over me as they finally called for a much-needed break.Like everyone else, I followed the rest of the pack and headed towards the canteen, feeling the growling hunger in my stomach. As I sat there, waiting for my food to arrive, the passing minut

Renna In just 5 minutes, I managed to shake off Jerry. The ease with which I eluded my personal guard made me question the level of security in this place. It stirred up worry within me. Hastily, I snatched my disguise and discreetly positioned myself at the end of the line. Clad in a warrior’s uniform, I seamlessly blended in with the others, feeling a sense of belonging. The sight of the line stretching out before me, the murmurs of conversations and clinking of armour, and the faint scent of sweat and anticipation filled the air, amplifying the adrenaline coursing through my veins. We trudged through the woodland for what felt like endless hours, the strain in my legs intensifying with every step. The dense foliage stretched out before us, its towering trees casting a shadow over our weary bodies. Amidst the quiet rustling of leaves, the animated chatter of my pack members resonated, breaking the eerie silence of the forest. Determined to avoid any unwanted encounters, I delibera

Renna Just before I can go back to sleep, my heart still pounding from the revelation, I hear a deafening scream. It pierces through the night, filled with fear, not the sound I would expect Sage to make, having witnessed them together on more than one occasion. I hastily check my tent, peering outside to ensure the coast is clear before sprinting towards the treeline where the screams originate. The coldness of dread courses through my veins, my mind racing to comprehend what could be happening, but I cannot simply abandon someone in distress. Navigating barefoot through the dense forest, I make my way towards the source of the chilling cries. As I burst through the thick foliage, my eyes are met with the sight of a small girl, no older than 7, teetering along the edge of a precipice, her screams echoing in the night. I rush to her side, her tear-streaked face glistening, her nose running with snot. Her unblinking gaze locks onto mine, and it dawns on me that she is sleepwalking. P

Xavier A couple of hours passed before Renna finally stirred from her slumber. Throughout her unconsciousness, I had been vigilantly observing, clutching her hand tightly. However, as she awakened, a surge of anger surged within me, mirroring the sentiment shared by my wolf. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a frown etching across her face, “Xavier?” I prepared to express my frustration, the simmering anger once again bubbling beneath the surface. “Where am I?” she asked, her voice echoing in the dimly lit tent as she scanned her surroundings. The scent of earth mingled with the faint aroma of campfire smoke. Confusion etched on her face, she glanced down at her dirt-streaked clothes, a reminder of her harrowing fall off the cliff where she had bravely rescued a little girl. “You’re in my tent, but why on earth are you here, Renna?” I demanded, my voice rising to a crescendo, causing her to flinch involuntarily. My attempt to maintain composure had clearly failed, the anger seep