Novel-novel oleh Milos Beckett

Kai’s POVI’ve heard of phantom limbs. How a soldier could lose an arm but still feel it, how one could still reach for things with fingers that no longer existed. I used to pity them, imagine the frustration and grief of reaching for what isn’t there.But now I understand.Only that this was worse.Mine was a phantom soul.Aria laid beneath me, her chest rising and falling too quickly, pupils wide with the same terror clawing its way up my spine. She was right here. Right beneath me. I could see her, touch her. Hear her breathing.But I couldn’t feel her. Not a whisper of her through the bond. Not the faintest pulse of the golden thread that had held us together. Not her pain or her joy. Not even the bond tugging at us, leaping in joy. It was cut. Silenced. Severed.I rolled off her, my limbs trembling as the aftershocks of our release twisted into something cold and wrong. “Aria—”She jerked upright, clutching the sheet around her like armor. “I can’t feel you.” Her voice cracked.

Aria’s POVThe blood moon hung fat and red in the sky, painting our room in bruised shades of crimson and shadow. Even the air felt strange—thicker, charged, humming with something ancient. I should have known. I should have felt the warning in my bones the way prey senses a predator lurking just beyond the tree line.But I felt nothing except him.Kai stood by the window, his shirt discarded, the bandages finally removed. His body was a map of healing—pink scars tracing the poison’s path, each one a reminder of how close I’d come to losing him. He was thinner, his cheekbones sharper than before, but strength pulsed beneath his skin, coiling like a sleeping storm waiting to wake.“You’re staring,” he said without turning. There was a smile in his voice, soft and teasing.“I’m allowed to stare at my mate,” I said, moving toward him. The word still felt new. Fragile. Dangerous. Mate. Mine.He turned then—and the sight of him stole the breath from my lungs. The moonlight caught his eyes,

Malrick's POV The silence in my northern stronghold was not peaceful... it was a clenched fist the stone walls absorbed sound, warmth and light reflecting only my own growing fury—the failure of the duel, the humiliation of her public rejection —the smug alliance of Thorn and SilverbaneIt was an itch beneath my skin, a poison in my blood as I sat in the high-backed chair, carved from the bone of a rival alpha, my fingers tracing the grooves of old victories that now tasted like ash This girl. Aria, she was supposed to be a key... a quiet tool to unlock the Silverbane territories and then be placed on a shelf, instead she had become a weapon turned and used against me and that Thorn boy he had stolen what was mine, with or without a mate bond she was mine. Ordinary methods have failed... the academy is now a hive buzzing with their newfound unity I need something older, something absolute. After few nights in the vaults beneath the keep, where the air was thick with the dust of fo

Aria's POVThe hall held its breath after Varian’s departure, a vast lung frozen. His words echoed in the smoky air—not a blessing, a gravel falling onto the next chapter of our lives. A living weapon, he called me. The words were cold, sharp, and they resonated with the harsh reality I now faced, more so than any silk dress ever could. The tension in my shoulders didn't dissipate; it morphed, the fear of rejection replaced by a heavier dread of expectation. In the cooling silence, Kai’s hand found the small of my back, a warm, steady anchor.“Come,” he murmured, the word a low vibration just for me. “We are done here.”We turned away from the stares, the hushed judgments, a united front retreating from a battlefield of politics. The stone corridors seemed longer on the walk back. The dress, once armor, now felt like a suffocating shell, a chrysalis I was desperate to shed. The silence wasn't empty; it was thick with unspoken thoughts. Varian’s conditional support weighed heavily on u

Kai's POV The great hall felt different tonight. The air was not filled with the raucous energy of cadets but with a silence so dense, it had weight. The torches threw long, dancing shadows, making giants of the stone pillars and ghosts of the waiting servants. At the head of the room, Head Alpha Torvin stood, a neutral mountain. To his right stood Varian.Varian was a blade of a man—all sharp angles and polished coldness. His hair, the color of iron; his eyes, the grey of a winter sea. He wore the obsidian and silver of the Shadowfang pack, but his insignia was different: a stylized hawk in flight, my father’s personal mark. He did not smile. His gaze swept the room, and when it landed on us, it was not a look but an assessment, a measuring of worth and weakness.We entered together, her hand resting lightly on my arm. The touch was not for support; it was for show—a unified front, a living portrait. The whispers began immediately, a rustling of dry leaves as every eye caught on the

Arden's / Aria's POV The silence after the council chamber was a living thing—a thick, velvet blanket smothering the echo of our defiance. Our footsteps were the only sound in the cavernous hallway, a synchronized heartbeat moving away from judgment and toward an even greater test. Kai leaned into me, his weight more pronounced; the confrontation had cost him. I could feel it in the slight tremor of his arm across my shoulders. The pain was a silent scream beneath his controlled breathing, but his spirit blazed bright and fierce.“Your father’s envoy?” I whispered, the words tasting of cold iron and uncertainty.“His name is Varian,” Kai replied, his voice low. “My father’s right hand, his sharpest eye, and his hardest heart. He does not bring greetings; he brings a verdict.”We reached our room, the door a welcome barrier against the world. Inside, the familiar space felt different, smaller. The ghosts of the council’s disapproval seemed to have followed us, seeping through the ston