Semua Bab Alpha Alexander: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Serena stood frozen behind the snow-covered brush, her breath locked in her throat, eyes wide in disbelief. The mist above the river had parted just enough for the moonlight to catch the figure standing in the water. But it wasn’t just a figure—it was something she’d only ever read about in stories told beside fireplaces or scrawled in worn, forbidden pages of old books. A mermaid. Ethereal, breathtaking, and impossibly real.The woman’s body shimmered like moonlight on the surface of the river. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, with an unearthly glow that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the water. Silken strands of silver hair floated around her like they were suspended in water even as the current slipped past. And there, where legs should have been, was a tail of iridescent scales, sleek and fluid, glinting like a thousand pieces of starlight beneath the moon. Serena’s heart pounded in her chest as she crouched lower, not daring to move. She had never seen anything so stran

Nivera tried her best to stay awake as the carriage moved steadily through the snowy pass. She was being escorted, along with her husband, to their private vacation estate—an isolated manor tucked away between frozen lakes and ancient pine. She had been with Valerian for the past three years, and they had been married for two.No one in the Night Walker kingdom knew the truth about her origins. She had been captured by pirates from across the ocean, taken far from her world. What none of them realized—not even Valerian—was that Nivera was not merely human. She was a shapeshifting mermaid, a daughter of the sea. And for her own safety, she kept her true nature hidden beneath layers of silence and obedience.She glanced to her side. Valerian was watching the landscape pass outside the frosted window. His hand rested on her shoulder—not possessive, just present. A quiet gesture. In all the time they had lived together, they had never shared the kind of intimacy others assumed. They were

It had been days since Serena saw the figure in the water—the woman whose presence still haunted her thoughts like a lingering melody. Despite everything going on—the tension at the borders, Alexandro’s coldness, and her own rising fears—Serena found herself returning again and again to that moonlit vision of silver hair and an iridescent tail vanishing into the dark river. She could still hear the eerie beauty of the song the girl had sung. It wasn’t just a hallucination. She knew what she saw. And it had changed something inside her.She hadn’t told Alexandro. Not yet. He was already slipping away, and she didn’t trust how he would react—whether he’d dismiss her, laugh at her, or dig too deep and uncover things she wasn’t ready to confront. But someone had to give her some answers. So, as they walked through the training yard that morning, Serena turned to the one person she trusted.“Kiara,” she asked, trying to sound casual, “do you know anything about mermaids?”Kiara stopped mid

Among the many silent corridors of Nivera’s life, there was one voice that had never judged her, never questioned her silences or the secrets she refused to name. Martha.Nivera trusted few—almost none—but Martha had become the quiet exception. A young maid with a kind heart and a sharp tongue, Martha had been there from the very beginning, the day Nivera first arrived at the Night Walker palace. Back then, she had known nothing—not the customs, not the language, not even how to walk confidently across the cold stone floors. She had been a blank slate, alien and afraid. And Martha had been her lifeline.It was Martha who had brushed her hair without yanking, who had spoken gently but firmly until Nivera picked up words and gestures. It was Martha who had shown her how to sit with poise, how to respond to questions without inviting attention, how to survive the palace without being consumed by it. More than once, Martha had stepped in before Nivera could unknowingly break some unspoken

The evening had fallen into silence far earlier than usual. The halls of the winter fortress were dimly lit, with torches flickering against stone walls and wind groaning through the narrow windows like a reminder of the world outside. Snow fell in gentle spirals, piling against the panes in soft white layers. Inside their shared chamber, the air was warm but laced with something heavier than cold.Dinner was laid out on the low table between them—sliced roast, winter vegetables, fresh bread, and a spiced wine that neither had touched. Serena sat across from Alexandro, slowly tearing apart a piece of bread she didn’t intend to eat, her thoughts louder than the fire crackling in the hearth behind her.She had spent the day wandering the halls, aimless and unsatisfied, feeling caged by the routine and the quiet. It wasn’t the place—it was what the place represented. Stillness. Suspicion. And silence. Especially from him.Alexandro, ever stoic, had barely spoken to her since the morning.