All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha's Unwanted Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

{~~Avery Sterling~~}“That was dumb. We need to be on his side. He’s going to mess with what we’re doing. He’ll—” I began, my voice tinged with frustration as the car hummed along the dark, winding road. The trees outside blurred together, a streak of shadowy green against the setting sun as if the world was rushing past us while we remained stuck in the same argument.“He shouldn’t have treated you that way,” Logan interrupted, his tone firm, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but I could sense the storm brewing behind them. The way he clenched his teeth, the way his hands tightened around the leather wheel—it was all so very Logan, ready to defend me, ready to protect, even when I wasn’t asking for it.“We spent less than five minutes there, Logan,” I countered, my voice rising slightly, frustration lacing each word. “We didn’t eat or drink anything. But you—” I paused, trying to gather my thoughts, trying n

{~~Avery Sterling~~}After making the call to the lawyer, a sense of urgency settled into my bones. The day was far from over, and I needed to keep my focus sharp. As if on cue, Logan approached me, a somber expression etched across his face."I’ve got a case for you," he said, holding out a file. "I’ve been looking into this patient’s records, and I’m concerned. It looks like a possible case of Lycan Decay Syndrome, but it’s progressing much faster than usual."His words sent a shiver down my spine. Lycan Decay Syndrome, or LDS, was rare, but when it did strike, it was a slow, agonizing process that left patients withering away over months, sometimes years. The idea that someone could be deteriorating rapidly from it was alarming. But not uncommon. But for the person to be at the hospital where we already have one patient of the same case? That was rare.I took the file from him, flipping it open as he continued to explain. "The patient is a female, her mid-thirties. She came in comp

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I sat in the basement lab, the dim overhead light casting shadows across the rows of scientific equipment that lined the counters. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and the faint hum of machinery. Before me, a small vial of Ms. Reynolds' blood sat on the table, its deep red hue glinting under the light. This sample was the key—the starting point in a race against time to find a way to slow down the brain rot that was ravaging her mind due to Lycan Decay Syndrome (LDS).I reached for my laptop, its screen coming to life with a soft glow. Opening a new document, I began outlining the steps I needed to take. The textbooks I had gathered earlier were stacked high beside me, each one marked with tabs on chapters I would need to reference.First, I needed to isolate the specific enzymes and proteins in Ms. Reynolds' blood that were being affected by the LDS. I carefully transferred a small amount of the blood into a centrifuge tube, sealing it tightly before

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up by the fireplace to the faint sound of the doorbell ringing. The soft, persistent chime pulled me from the comforting warmth of sleep, and I groaned quietly as I opened my eyes, taking in the dimly lit room. Logan was still asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. His breathing was slow and steady, the kind of deep sleep that only comes after days of exhaustion finally catch up to you. Neither of us had made it to bed last night; instead, we had dozed off by the fire, wrapped in each other's embrace, too tired to move.As much as I wanted to stay curled up against him, the doorbell rang again, more insistent this time, and I knew I had to get up. I carefully extricated myself from Logan’s grasp, not wanting to wake him, and slipped off the couch. The cool air in the room was a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the blankets we had shared, and I shivered slightly as I padded across the room. My feet were silent on the hardwood floor,

{~~Logan Grey~~}I pulled the car into Felix's driveway, the tension that had been building throughout the drive reaching its peak as we came to a stop. The house loomed ahead of us, dark and silent, a stark contrast to the turmoil that must be raging inside. Without a word, Avery and I hopped out of the car, our steps hurried as we made our way to the front door.As soon as I stepped inside, I was met with the sight of my brother, Felix, slumped on the couch. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow from hours of worry and sleeplessness. The sight of him like this—so broken, so defeated—struck me deep in the heart. Felix was always the strong one, the one who had everything together, but now he looked like a man on the brink of collapse."Felix," I called softly, moving toward him. His head snapped up at the sound of my voice, and the moment he saw me, the dam broke. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stood up, and before I could say anything more, he threw his arms around me