جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 50

- Adriah’s POV - "Adriah!" he called ruthlessly once again.My heart kept beating too fast. Will he kill me? I was afraid to think that my own mate might kill me. I’d rather die in the hands of others than in the hands of my mate.When I saw him fast approaching my cell, fury evident on his face, I instinctively stepped back into the corner.He immediately opened the door of my cell, advanced toward me with terrifying speed, and caught me by the neck. I couldn’t hear anything but the rapid beating of my heart, pounding so violently as if it was about to burst out of my chest.“Damn it.” He gripped my neck even tighter, and I felt like dying—I couldn’t breathe. “You should have died! You should’ve been the one who died! Why did it have to be my mate? Why?” he asked in his darkest voice.I tried to pry his hand away from me—he was killing me! I choked, gasping for air but unable to take a single breath. “P-pl... ease...” I managed to whisper, but it was so hard to even form a word.“If

- King Jester’s POV -“Have you told her parents?” I asked Fred when he entered my office.I had ordered him to go on a journey to the Golden-Silver Pack and inform the parents of my mate about her death. Still, the thought of her death was killing me. It hurt so much that I yearned for blood.Thinking that my mate died because of her own sister was even more painful. I could do nothing but grieve over losing her.“Yes, I told them about Queen Jairah’s death, and they grieved over their loss,” he answered, his head bowed.“Then, did you give them what I told you to?” I asked, my palms sweating in nervousness.I felt sorry for her family. I was so incompetent that I failed to protect my mate, allowing her to die without my watch. I gave Fred a pack of gold as my apology for the loss of my mate’s parents. I had taken their child from them because she was my mate, but I lost her forever—and guilt consumed me.Fred nodded.“What did they say?” I asked impatiently.“They accepted it withou

- King Jester’s POV -“Please, think about it first,” Fred said to me as he followed closely behind while I was heading to the prison. His steps were a little too fast, a little too desperate, as if trying to catch up not only with my pace but with my decision as well.“I have already made up my mind,” I coldly said without slowing down.“Tell me,” he insisted, his voice sounding more worried now, “haven’t you ever felt the mate bond with Adriah?” His face looked frantic, lines forming between his brows as we got closer to the prison. His breathing was slightly unsteady, and though he tried to mask it, I could sense the unease in his voice.I stopped and faced him sharply, my eyes locking onto his. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, but stop it. Adriah is a Stealer, and everyone—especially the widowed werewolves—would feel that bond with her.” I said those words in my coldest voice, each syllable slicing through the air like the edge of a blade. That was enough to make him shut h

I ran as fast as I could, my heart hammering inside my chest like a caged animal desperately seeking a way out. The cold wind whipped against my skin, fanning my face as I forced my aching legs to move faster. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Not until I was far away from them… far away from the pain that had chained me my entire life.I couldn’t live like this anymore. I didn’t need a lifetime of freedom—just a moment would be enough. Just a single breath of air that wasn’t poisoned by cruelty, fear, and betrayal. Just one chance to feel alive… to feel free.All my life, I had been a slave. A silent shadow, serving people I once believed were my family. I gave them everything—my loyalty, my strength, my soul. But in return, they gave me nothing but chains. And then… then my mate came into the picture. The one person fate destined me to love and trust above all.But instead of saving me, he imprisoned me. He hurt me. He tore me apart piece by piece until I couldn’t recognize the girl

– Adriah’s POV –I’m doomed.They all stared at me with predatory eyes, as if I were their prey. Even miracles couldn’t save me now. I stepped back into the corner as the widowed werewolves rose to their feet and turned toward me.I knew why they looked at me more ferociously than before. My blood had made my scent stronger—it had awakened their wolves. I wasn’t dumb not to notice it.The moment they charged toward me, I ducked down and covered myself with my arms, closing my eyes… waiting for the impact—for my death.I knew I couldn’t escape this. This must be the end of me. Why would I even desire freedom? The Moon Goddess had never favored me, no matter how many times I pleaded. She never listened. I didn’t know what I had done for her to be this cruel. She was so unfair.Maybe in the afterlife, the deities would favor me. Maybe I’d finally achieve freedom there. But I hope I die clean… I can’t be mated with any of them. Not in this lifetime.Wait… why can’t I feel anything? It’s b