تسجيل الدخولLater that night, the palace slowly quieted as everyone dispersed to their rooms. The celebrations, laughter, flying lessons, and emotional rollercoasters had made the day feel twice as long.
Saraya and Raf walked back to their room together, both visibly tired but still smiling faintly from the memories of the day.
Saraya slipped into the walk-in closet to change. She pulled off her dress carefully and replaced it
Rafael stepped out of the bathroom, the faint mist of steam following him into the room. The air outside felt colder, quieter… almost too still after everything that had just passed between them.He carefully set Saraya down on the floor, his hands lingering on her arms for a moment longer than necessary—as if he needed to make sure she was really there, really standing, really safe.Saraya didn’t move.She stood silently in front of him, her damp hair clinging to her face, her eyes fixed on him as though she was afraid he might disappear if she blinked.There was something fragile in her gaze.Something that hadn’t been there before.Or maybe it had… and he had just learned to recognize it now.Rafael lifted his hand slowly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers trembled ever so slightly, but his voice remained steady when he spoke.“Everything will be fine soon,&rdqu
Miah’s Room“How is this?” Miah asked, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and nervousness as she held up the wedding dress in front of herself.The soft fabric shimmered faintly under the warm lights of the room, delicate embroidery tracing along the sleeves like whispered promises.Nicole stepped closer, her fingers brushing gently over the sleeve.“It’s beautiful,” she said softly.Her touch lingered on the fabric for a moment longer than necessary, as if she could feel the weight of what that dress symbolized, love, commitment… and the uncertainty that always followed them.Miah smiled faintly, about to say something more when suddenly—Her expression shifted.
“I thought I’d meet you… and tell you everything,” Austin said after a long, heavy pause, his voice quieter now, like the weight of everything he had just confessed was finally settling into his bones. “But on the way… I saw Hector.”The name alone was enough to tighten every muscle in the room.Austin’s jaw clenched.“He was with Saraya.”Rafael’s head snapped up at that.For a second, just a second, the air shifted again, tension crackling like something about to snap.“I couldn’t control myself,” Austin admitted, his voice rough with restrained anger, guilt laced through every word. “Not after everything. Not after knowing what he’s done to her… w
“He is Austin, Rafael. But a vampire, not a werewolf,” Damon whispered directly into Rafael’s mind, his voice low, heavy, almost reluctant, as if even saying it out loud made it more real.Rafael stilled.For a fraction of a second, everything inside him seemed to stop, his breath, his thoughts, even the slow, steady rhythm of his heart. Then it all came crashing back at once.“What the…?” the words slipped out of his mouth, barely above a whisper.His gaze lifted, slow, disbelieving and landed on Austin.Austin was already looking at him.Not just looking… waiting.Rafael’s jaw tightened.“Hector told Honey Bee that you
“RB, where is butter-cup?” Vidhant asked suddenly, breaking the brief silence in the room.Rafael, who was standing near the table, looked up instantly.“What do you mean by where is she?” he asked, confusion flashing across his face.But the moment he said it, the atmosphere shifted.All eyes turned toward him.Shock.Alarm.Unease.“Big B…” Miah stepped forward, her voice tense. “She went behind you.”Rafael frowned.“What?”“I didn’t see her anywhere,” he said, his voice tightening slightly.Without wasting another second, he turned and rushed out of the main door.Vidhant and Phoenix immediately followed him.Something felt wrong.They didn’t say it aloud… but they all felt it.Jungle SideThe forest was unusually quiet.Too quiet.The
All sat frozen in their places.Not a single soul moved.Not a breath felt steady.The weight of Nicole’s truth had settled over the room like a suffocating storm—thick, heavy, and impossible to escape.Phoenix sat still… too still.His head was slightly bowed, his eyes shadowed, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles visibly twitched beneath his skin. His hands were curled into fists, knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain the storm raging inside him.Rage.Pure, violent rage.It was rising inside him with every passing second—burning, suffocating, uncontrollable.His wolf… Landon…
Zee trailed behind them, his tiny feet pattering softly on the garden path. Soon, his attention shifted, and he began chasing the colorful butterflies fluttering around the flowers, giggling as he tried to catch them.“How’s life here, Sweetie?&r
Garden:“Have you ever thought about finding your second-chance mate?” Miah asked softly.They were sitting together on the garden bench, their fingers intertwined, warmth passing silently between them.Alex lowered his gaze and let out a slow bre
Saraya knew—deep down—Phoenix would never take her son away. Yet a fleeting, irrational fear crossed her mind. What if Zehaan chooses him over Raf?The thought barely had time to settle before it vanished.
Flashback Continues:“You both are alive?” Raf asked, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. Deep down, he knew it was unreasonable—eyes could deceive, and hope could play tricks—but







