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Kingston POV.I circled Alra dangerously with my eyes gawking at her apprehensively.“You still want your mother and that stupid witch to be dragged here…..I will not spare their lives!”. I gritted my teeth as I lowered my head to meet her ear.She flinched and let out a knowing smirk. “Forget about her, she's dead”. She spat with so much confidence,she nodded and headed and continued. “You can fetch my whole family members, nothing will cKael POVThe moment the guard stepped back, leaving only River and me in the dimly lit room, a heavy silence settled between us. The air was thick, charged with a tension I couldn’t shake. My pulse raced, my wolf thrumming anxiously beneath my skin, warning me and urging me forward at the same time.I straightened, my hands flexing at my sides, and forced my voice to stay steady. “Tell me where your alpha is. Quickly,” I said, trying to cut through the weight pressing down on us. “Seeing Natalie first doesn’t guarantee her release.”River’s eyes, dark and unreadable, swept over me like a predator inspecting its prey. I felt a jolt of heat as I met his gaze intense, consuming, and utterly undeniable. My wolf stirred violently at the sight, her pulse in sync with the rapid thrum of my own heart. A strange, traitorous part of me felt that pull, that magnetic force, and I hated it immediately.But I
Chapter 64 — Kael POVThe hallways stretched ahead of me like an endless ribbon of polished stone and shadows. The flickering torches along the walls cast elongated shapes that seemed to slither, teasing my imagination, but I reminded myself I wasn’t afraid. Not really. Not in my brother’s pack. Not with guards trailing us, alert and silent. Every step I took echoed lightly in the corridor, a soft drumbeat that matched the quickening rhythm of my own pulse.The guard leading me was a tall, broad shouldered man with a sharp gaze and an unyielding presence. He moved with practiced precision, but I couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his posture. He knew I was important, someone to be protected and I could feel it in every measured step he took. Even if he didn’t speak, the silent assurance of his presence was comforting.Yet, despite my confidence, curiosity gnawed at me. I had never been
Kael POVMy heart raced as I stood in the dimly lit hallway outside Ella’s room, the weight of unease pressing down on me like a living thing. The memory of the mindlink from her personal servant, the revelation that Natalie had been locked in the dungeon played over and over in my mind. My stomach twisted, a cold knot of fear tightening with every heartbeat. I couldn’t let Ella know the full extent of what was happening not yet.She had already been through too much. The day had been long, overwhelming, and disorienting. And now, knowing that her friend, the one person who had greeted her so warmly, was imprisoned… I couldn’t let her step foot outside her room. Not while danger lingered so close.“Ella,” I whispered, my voice trembling just slightly despite my efforts to sound steady. She was lying on the edge of the bed, her eyes still lingering on the pictures of her parents, trying to absorb some sens
Chapter 62 — Ella POVThe moment Natalie released me from that awkward, lingering hug, I felt a swirl of confusion and unease. Her eyes had seemed to hold something familiar, though my memory stubbornly refused to place her. Every instinct in me screamed that I should question her, ask who she was and why she knew me, but before I could even form the words, Kael stepped forward, her presence sharp and unwavering.“Nat,” Kael said with a quiet firmness, “Ella has had a very long day. She would like to rest.”Natalie’s smile didn’t falter, but I noticed the subtle twitch in her jaw, the brief flicker of impatience in her eyes. She inclined her head politely, stepping back slightly, though the way she lingered in the periphery kept my tension high.I exhaled slowly, feeling the knot in my chest loosen just a fraction. Kael’s intervention had been timely, shielding me from a confrontation I wasn’
Ella POVThe moment I sensed the shift in Kingston’s mood, a cold knot formed in my stomach. There was no mistaking it, the dark edge in his expression, the way his jaw tensed, the almost imperceptible tightening of his shoulders. My heart thudded nervously in my chest. I had never seen him like this, and instinct screamed at me to be cautious.“Kingston… are you alright?” I asked softly, my voice tentative, hesitant. I didn’t want to provoke him, not when his emotions were already fraying at the edges.He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the path ahead as if he were seeing danger where none existed, and for a moment, I wondered if I should turn back. But then he gave a small nod in my direction, almost imperceptible, and I realized it was his way of saying: trust me, stay close.I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a small, reassuring smile. “We’ll be fine,” I whispered, mo
Kingston POVThe journey had been long, nearly a day and a half of relentless motion over unforgiving terrain but even in the weariness that weighed down my bones, I couldn’t allow myself to rest entirely. My eyes constantly scanned the horizon, alert to any hint of danger, any movement that might signal trouble.By late afternoon, we had reached a small village tucked into the valley below rolling hills. The place was picturesque, almost serene in its beauty. Cobbled streets wound their way through clusters of brightly painted houses, gardens bursting with blooms spilling color into the streets, and the soft murmur of a nearby river completed the pastoral scene.For a brief moment, I allowed myself to inhale deeply and appreciate the sight. Then I remembered why we were here, and the tight knot of responsibility constricted around my chest again.As we walked through the village, the peo







