The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: 066: Let Me Explain

~ RONAN ~

Mara walks through the door, and a deep frown mars my face.

Hell no. No. No, this isn’t right. This can’t be happening.

Her scent reaches me across the room, and the primal part of me stirs in response, I don’t want to acknowledge it, or even feel it. Kael recognizes her on a level that has nothing to do with love and everything to do with the cruel, merciless hand of fate.

What the actual fuck?

My gaze darts to Roselle, panic gripping my chest. The crimson thread connecting me and Mara refuses to disappear, even as I will it away with every fiber of my being.

Mara’s lips curl into a smug smile the moment our eyes meet. A smile that says she already knows, and she’s been waiting for this moment.

"Hello, Ronan," she purrs, her voice sounding like venom. "Did you miss me?"

"What’s going on?" Roselle’s puzzled look meets mine, and I don’t know how to explain it. How do I tell her that I just found the mate she wanted to sacrifice everything for... and it happens to be Mara? The woman who tried to kill her?

No, Kael snarls, even as he acknowledges the truth resonating through our bond. No, we don’t want her. We want Roselle. Roselle is ours.

"It seems," Mara continues, "that the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. Ronan, darling, I’m your true mate. The one the curse has been looking for all along."

Roselle’s face drains of color. I watch as her heart shatters right before my eyes. I can see it happening, the moment she realizes what this means. The moment she understands that everything we’ve fought for, everything we’ve sacrificed, is about to be destroyed by something neither of us can control.

Fuck the Moon Goddess.

"Remember you promised not to leave me again," I say desperately, reaching for her hands as she starts to back away from me. "Please, I’ll figure this out. I promise. Just... don’t go."

"Look at that," Ethan snarls with satisfaction, "Your precious jewel isn’t even your bride anymore, brother. How does that feel?"

I want to gut his head. I want to slam him against the wall so hard his bones shatter. But then—

"Last night was quite epic," Mara slurs, stepping closer to us with the confidence of someone who knows they’ve already won. She winks at me—a gesture so brazenly suggestive that my stomach drops. "Wasn’t it, darling?"

"What’s she talking about?" Roselle asks, her voice small and frightened.

I turn to face Mara, my mind racing. Last night? What the fuck is she talking about?

"I don’t know," I say, and I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice. "I have no idea what she’s—"

"Oh, darling," Mara continues, her voice growing louder. "Don’t tell me you’ve gotten too senile already. How your dick milked my pussy. How you fucked me so hard I could barely walk this morning. How you begged me to ride you again and again and again."

Silence.

The room falls deathly silent, and I’m suddenly torn between wrapping my hand around Mara’s throat and slamming her to the floor, or turning to Roselle and telling her it’s all a lie.

We should’ve killed this bitch when we had the chance, Kael growls.

"Fuck," Ethan laughs, his voice echoing through the hall. "I didn’t know my brother had it in him to play two girls at the same time. Impressive, really. Though I have to say, your bride looks like she’s having some difficulty processing the information."

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