เข้าสู่ระบบ(Vexia’s POV)"Yes." One word, one simple word yet it shattered everything. My entire body froze as I stared at him.He is Alexander, not Knox, not the mysterious Alpha who had appeared out of nowhere and turned my life upside down.He is Alexander. My husband. My mate. The man I had cried for. The man I thought I had lost. The man who had been standing in front of me all this time.For a moment, I couldn't breathe, think, or even process what I was seeing. I just stared at his face, those eyes, that jaw. The familiar scar near his temple.Everything. It was him. It had always been him. And suddenly every conversation, every touch, every moment came crashing back into my mind.The way he looked at me. The way he protected me. The way he always seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.The way his scent felt familiar. The way his aura made me feel safe. It all made sense, every single piece. And somehow that hurt even more.My chest tightened painfully then anger exploded inside me.
(Vexia’s POV)“Where is he?”My voice echoed through the chamber, broken and hysterical. My entire body trembled violently as I shoved another guard away from me, tears blurred my vision so badly I could barely see anything anymore, but I didn’t care, nothing mattered except Elva.“Where is Alpha Knox?!” I screamed again. “He said he would protect her! He promised me!”But nobody answered me, nobody dared come close to me. The entire pack looked destroyed. Wolves rushed through the corridors trying to contain the damage left behind by the attack, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. My daughter was gone.She is gone. The word alone felt like someone tearing my chest apart repeatedly.“Elva…” I whispered weakly before another sob escaped me.I couldn’t breathe properly. My mind kept replaying her crying face, her tiny hands reaching for me while I stood there helpless and weak. I should have protected her. I should have fought harder. I should have died before letting anyone take her aw
(Vexia’s POV) The first thing that woke me was the sound. It was not loud at first, but then the disturbance outside was so great that it pierced the walls of my room. The fear pulled me from sleep before my mind could understand why. My eyes snapped open, and my breath was uneven as I lay still for a second, listening to the screams outside. My heart was beating so fast; something was wrong. I pushed myself up immediately, exhaustion forgotten as instinct took over. I looked around but the room was cold and quiet. Knox wasn’t there, that alone made something uneasy inside me. Another shout echoed through the walls, closer this time, followed by a loud crash that shattered whatever calm remained. I didn’t think much, moved barefoot, and I rushed toward the door and pulled it open. The corridor was chaotic. The guards were running, the voices overlapping and orders being shouted but nothing felt controlled and nothing contained. “What’s happening?” I grabbed a passing guard. “
(Vexia’s POV)I couldn’t breathe properly after he pulled away not because of what had just happened—But because something felt… wrong. No, not wrong.l but familiar, dangerously familiar.My fingers were still gripping his shirt when I realized I hadn’t let go. My body was still too close to his, still aware of every inch of him, every rise and fall of his chest, every quiet breath that brushed against my skin.And that was when it hit me. I inhaled his scent and I froze completely. My grip loosened slightly, but I didn’t step back. I couldn’t. My mind was too busy trying to understand something my instincts had already recognized.In our first encounter, I was too afraid and overwhelmed to feel anything or understand his scent and touch but right now, I am all aware of him. His scent was subtle and faint. But it was there. It feels so warm, comforting and I feel safe.My heartbeat began to pick up—not from desire this time, but from something deeper, something that made my chest ti
(Alexander’s POV) Vexia was exactly where I told her to be. She was all cleaned up and wore a beautiful red night gown, she was waiting for me. The moment I stepped into my chamber, the door closing behind me with a quiet, final sound, my eyes found her instantly. Vexia stood near the center of the room, her posture stiff, her fingers lightly clenched at her sides as if she didn’t know what to do with them. The dim light softened her features, but it did nothing to hide the tension in her expression. She wasn’t calm. She wasn’t composed. She was waiting—and I could feel it, something unsettled in the air between us. I felt something that hadn’t been there before or maybe it had always been there, and I was only noticing it now. I didn’t speak immediately. I let the silence stretch as I walked further inside, each step measured, controlled. My gaze never left her. She swallowed. That small movement didn’t escape me. “You came,” she said quietly. A simple sentence, yet filled with
(Alexander’s POV) The echo of her footsteps hadn’t faded from the corridor when silence settled back into the dungeon. It was heavy and oppressive. It feels as if something was left unfinished. I didn’t look at Ronan immediately. I didn’t need to. I could feel his gaze on me, sharp and unrelenting, like he was waiting for a reaction, for a crack, for something he could use. He would be disappointed. I turned slightly toward the guards instead. “Keep him restrained and no one touches him without my order.” My voice remained calm and controlled. Then, colder, more deliberate, “Treat his injuries. I want him to be conscious. Give him something to eat and let him rest sometime... I will come back." I gave my order. The guards stiffened. “Yes, Alpha Knox.” A quiet, humorless sound came from behind me. “So you can question me properly?” Ronan muttered. I didn’t turn. “Because I haven’t decided yet.” I was feeling betrayal and my inner turmoil was being too much to handle, she said







