The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: 047: Pick your poison

~ ROSELLE ~

Ronan releases my hand and takes a step forward.

"Fuck you, Warren. The only reason I’m not smashing your face in right now is because Roselle wouldn’t want that."

His jaw tightens as he glares at Warren. "We both know you don’t give a damn about how she’d feel. No, you don’t. You wanted to have your cake and eat it too."

He takes another threatening step forward, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier.

"And you know the consequences of handing someone’s mate over to me as part of an alliance. Not to mention your own mate, Warren."

Warren’s face pales slightly despite the anger burning in his eyes.

"I could withdraw the alliance. Report you to the council. Sue you for deliberately trying to incur the Moon Goddess’s wrath upon me."

A cold laugh leaves Ronan’s lips as he folds his arms across his chest.

"But all of that is a long process, so I’m going to give you an option."

His gray eyes lock onto Warren’s, leaving no room for negotiation.

"The fifty percent still gets transferred to Roselle, or we go the other route."

A dangerous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Which one are you aiming for?"

"I..." Warren’s face reddens with fury as his hands curl into fists. "There’s no way she’s getting my money."

Ronan raises a brow, looking almost amused by the response.

"So, you don’t mind going the other route then? I’m curious to see what the council would think of that. As much as I’d enjoy seeing a new Alpha sitting in your position while you serve your sentence, I wonder..."

"Fine!" Warren snaps through gritted teeth before Ronan can finish.

Ronan’s smirk deepens as satisfaction flashes across his face.

"That’s what I thought."

Then he turns toward me and reaches for my hands.

The hardness in his expression softens the moment his gray eyes meet my hazel ones.

"It’s time, Roselle. Do it."

My stomach twists painfully as my pulse pounds against my ribs.

I blink once before drawing in a shaky breath.

Then I slowly lift my hands, knowing there is no turning back after this.

"I, Roselle Thalora, reject you, Warren Calix, as my mate."

I sign with a finality that makes my chest ache.

The moment the rejection is complete, I feel the bond between us begin to unravel.

Invisible strings snap one after another, sending a sharp pain tearing through my chest.

A gasp escapes me as my knees threaten to buckle beneath me. My heart clenches violently, and tears sting the corners of my eyes.

Even through the pain, I know there is no regret in my decision.

Ronan catches me before I can lose my balance, gently pulling me against his chest.

"It’s fine... you’re going to be alright," he murmurs softly as one of his hands rubs soothing circles against my back.

He pats my shoulder gently before wrapping his arms around me in a brief but comforting hug.

"Nikolai will take you to the car. I’ve got some unfinished business to deal with Warren. Once I’m done, I’ll join you."

His voice is calm and reassuring, and despite everything, I find myself nodding.

Ronan slowly pulls away and signals for Nikolai with a tilt of his head who immediately steps forward and positions himself beside me. "Come on," he says quietly as he guides me toward the exit.

I spare one last glance over my shoulder before allowing Nikolai to lead me outside and back to the waiting car.

~ RONAN ~

The moment Nikolai leads Roselle out of the hall, I lose the last bit of patience I have left.

I turn back to Warren as he tries to push himself up from the floor. His body trembles with fear and adrenaline.

"Now, let’s quit the entire lying scheme and bite the bullet. I know you’ve been torturing her for years, and every fucking word that comes out of your mouth is carefully fabricated. I’d be a fucking idiot to believe you, Warren."

Warren’s entire body goes rigid.

"I know that every scar on her body, injuries, and marks of abuse, they were all done by you. Or with your knowledge and permission. Which means you were aware and you watched it happen and did nothing."

I step closer, and Warren instinctively tries to back away.

"You know what the worst part is?" The worst part is that she still wants to protect you. Even now, and after everything, she’s terrified of what I’m going to do to you. That’s infuriating and that’s exactly why I’m going to beat you to a pulp to get the truth out of you."

Warren’s face goes pale.

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