เข้าสู่ระบบNova's POVThe silence that followed my acceptance was deafening. I could feel the weight of my words settling over the room like a heavy blanket.Ken was the first to speak. "Seraphina, could you give us a moment alone with Nova?"Seraphina looked between us, then nodded slowly. She stood, wincing slightly as her injured body protested the movement."Of course, Alphas." She turned to me before leaving. "Thank you, Nova. I know this was not an easy decision. I know what it cost you to say yes."I said nothing. Just watched as she limped towards the door.She paused at the threshold and looked back one more time. "You are making the hard decision but it's the right one even if it does not feel like it."Then she was gone, the door closing softly behind her.I stood there, suddenly feeling exposed. Vulnerable. Like I had just stripped away all my armour and was standing naked in front of them.Ken moved first. He crossed the room and pulled me into his arms without a word. I let him, re
Nova's POVI stood frozen in the corridor, staring at Ken and Killian. Ken's question hung in the air between us, heavy and unavoidable.What is it going to be?I opened my mouth but no words came out. My throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of everything pressing down on me.Killian moved closer and placed his hand on my shoulder. "You do not have to make a decision right away.""Actually, she might have to." Ken's voice was gentle but firm. "As much as I hate to say it, Lysandra was right. Time is running out.""Ken—" Killian started, his tone warning."No, he is right." I finally found my voice. "Lysandra is right. You are right. Everyone is right except me, apparently.""That is not what I meant—"Before Ken could finish, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. A guard appeared, slightly out of breath."Alphas." He bowed quickly. "There is a visitor at the main entrance requesting to see you. She says it is urgent."Ken and Killian exchanged a glance. "Who is it?" Killia
Nova's POVI woke to the sound of voices in the sitting area. The voices were low and serious. The kind of conversation that was not meant for me to hear.I sat up slowly, careful not to make noise. The bedroom door was slightly ajar and I could see Ken and Killian through the gap. They stood near the window, their backs to me.And Lyssandra was with them.My stomach tightened. What was she doing here so early in the morning?I slipped out of bed and moved closer to the door, pressing myself against the wall where I could hear better but remain hidden."How did you know about the investigator?" Ken's voice was sharp, demanding as he dragged Lysandra's hand pulling her back into the room."I have ears, brother." Lysandra's tone was calm but pointed. "Did you really think you could bring a stranger into the palace in the middle of the night and nobody would notice?""Only Killian and I knew about him." Ken sounded frustrated. "And Nova who later found out about it.""Well clearly, you w
Ken's POVNova looked up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. My confession hung in the air between us, raw and honest."Even if I take responsibility that was once snatched away from me," she spoke slowly, carefully choosing her words, "I am not just going to leave you both. You and Killian are my mates. My home. Nothing changes that."Relief flooded through me but I forced myself to remain realistic. "You should make your decision now, Nova. Not later. Not when guilt has time to build and pressure you into something you do not want.""But—""If you decide to go back and help them, it will hurt us. I will not lie about that." I cupped her face in my hands. "Killian and I will hate every moment you are away. We will worry constantly. But we will still support you. We will still be here waiting when you return."Her hands came up to cover mine. "You make it sound so simple.""It is not simple at all. But the choice is yours to make."She pulled away slightly, wrapping her arms ar
Nova's POVI stood frozen in the corridor, my mind racing. Ken and this stranger were having a secret meeting in the middle of the night. About what?Part of me wanted to storm over there and demand answers immediately. But curiosity won out over confrontation.I pressed myself back against the wall, staying hidden in the shadows. If I stayed quiet enough, maybe I could hear what they were discussing.Their voices were low but the empty corridor carried sound well enough. I strained my ears to listen.A ridiculous thought crossed my mind. What if this man was the one leaving me notes? What if Ken had hired him as some strange romantic gesture, some kind of fetish game to keep things exciting?The idea was absurd even as I thought it. Ken would never do something so twisted. Would he?No. I shook my head slightly, dismissing the thought. I was grasping at straws, trying to make sense of something that made no sense.The stranger spoke first, his voice carrying just enough for me to hea
Nova's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. The room felt too quiet now that Ken and Killian had left. Too empty with just my thoughts for company.My mother's words kept replaying in my mind. The pack needs you. We are being attacked. We cannot hold on much longer.Part of me wanted to dismiss it entirely. To write it off as manipulation, as a desperate attempt to use me for something I did not owe anyone.But another part, a smaller, quieter part, wondered if she was telling the truth.What if the pack really was dying? What if people I had grown up with, children I had played with, were being slaughtered because they had no strong leadership?I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts away. It did not matter. They had abandoned me. They had left me to believe everyone was dead. They did not deserve my help.But the guilt gnawed at me anyway.I stood and paced the room, my bare feet silent on the cold floor. Could I really turn my back on them if they were truly







