The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700: DREAMS

One moment I was lying in my bed, the faint glow of moonlight brushing the curtains, my hand resting protectively over my stomach. The next, the world tilted, stretched, and folded in on itself like breath held too long.

I was standing.

Barefoot.

Cold stone pressed beneath my feet.

The air smelled wrong, too clean, too sharp, threaded with something metallic and old.

My heart began to race.

I knew this place.

And yet... I didn’t.

The Moonlight Pack.

But not as I remembered it.

I turned slowly, my breath catching.

The pack grounds were bathed in silver light, the moon hanging low and impossibly large above the spires.

The buildings were taller, more ornate than I had ever seen them. Pale stone gleamed softly, carved with delicate runes and arches that curved like living things rather than harsh edges.

Vines climbed walls where once there had been bare stone. Lanterns glowed with a steady warmth, not the harsh flicker I remembered. The streets were wide and clean, water channels running through them like veins, reflecting the moonlight back up into the sky.

It was... beautiful.

Too beautiful.

"This isn’t right," I whispered.

My voice sounded strange here, like it didn’t quite belong.

Fear crept up my spine.

What am I doing here?

Is this a dream?

I took a cautious step forward.

No one stopped me.

Servants passed by carrying trays and linens, wolves in both shifted and unshifted forms moving through the space with quiet purpose. They brushed past me as though I weren’t there at all.

Invisible.

Unseen.

Except Urma.

My breath hitched.

She stood near the fountain at the center of the courtyard, her back straight, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She looked younger. Softer. Not the hardened woman I remembered, but not fragile either.

"Urma?" I called.

She didn’t turn.

Didn’t even flinch.

I stepped closer, my chest tightening.

And then I heard it.

A voice.

Soft.

Familiar in a way that sent pain straight through my ribs.

My mother.

I froze.

The sound came again, clearer now, drifting from one of the inner halls.

My feet moved before my mind could catch up.

I followed the voice through archways and corridors that shimmered faintly at the edges, as though the world here hadn’t fully decided what shape it wanted to be.

The deeper I went, the quieter everything became.

Until I reached a door.

Large.

Carved with wolves entwined beneath a crescent moon.

My hand trembled as I reached for it.

I pushed.

The room beyond was warm, golden light spilling across polished floors.

And there she was.

My mother.

Young.

So young it hurt to look at her.

Her red hair fell down her back in loose waves, catching the light like flame.

Her skin glowed with life, freckles dusting her cheeks and shoulders.

She wore a simple dress, nothing regal about it, and yet she stood like she belonged anywhere she chose to be.

Beside her stood Aiden.

My father

Younger too.

No streaks of silver in his hair. No weight behind his eyes. His posture was rigid, his jaw set, one hand tightly clasping my mother’s.

"She has cursed you," she said. "Both of you. She has put hexes on my sons." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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