Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cathy And The Beast : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The air was tense, filled with the fading echo of the battle. Alden's head throbbed, a pain so intense it threatened to blur the world around him. Still, he watched Lorin with wary suspicion as he knelt beside him. “What…what do you want?” Alden's voice was weak and raspy as the question tumbled out. Lorin didn't answer. Instead, he knelt beside Alden, his silence feeling like a suffocating presence. Lorin met his gaze, his eyes unreadable and unwavering. After a long moment, he finally spoke. “I hear you've been searching for the Lumen stone,” he said, his voice a low murmur. Alden's jaw clenched as tried his best to maintain composure not wanting to give anything away. Lorin's words had struck a chord and he wondered how much did he knew. It did not matter because he would never tell him anything. Alden remained silent, his lips pressing into a thin line.“Have you found it?” Lorin pressed on, his voice slowly taking on urgency. “Do you know where it is?”Lorin's words were met

Alden watched as Lachlan's warriors were being disarmed and herded into the castle's holding cells. Their faces, etched with despair and defeat, were a stark contrast to the relief that seeped through Alden's veins. However, beneath the relief, a growing feeling of worry gnawed at Alden. Cathy. He had to bring her back. Bring her home. But first, he needed answers. He had not gotten a chance to speak with Lorin since their victory. The sorcerer had been elusive and he had a feeling he was avoiding him. But he would put it off no longer. With a sharp inhale, he turned swiftly with the intention of making his way into the castle. However, he stopped in his tracks as he was faced with none other than Charlotte. Her expression was vague and unreadable but her eyes held unspoken questions. Questions he most likely knew. “You won,” she said wryly as her features softened. Alden let out a chuckle, his eyes meeting hers. “Indeed.” He said, his voice gruff but laced with warmth. “So…what n

The journey north was long and filled with tension. Every rustle of the leaves sent a jolt of panic through Alden, reminding him that they could all be walking into a trap. But he pushed on, fueled by the need to reach Cathy. Finally, they reached the northern fortress. The sun was setting, its rays casting long skeletal shadows on the fortress gates. There was an unsettling quiet in the air as they trooped in through the gates. There were no guards patrolling the gates. It was as though they had heard of Lachlan's defeat and had deserted the fortress. Lorin, seemingly unfazed by the atmosphere, led them through the fortress gates and into the castle. No one spoke, the only sound was the echo of their footsteps on the cold stone floor. It was clear that they were all feeling the weight of the tension that hung heavy in the air. They finally reached a large chamber at the end of a long passageway. Lorin pushed the heavy door of the chamber, letting them all in. The air inside was

Lorin's departure left a heavy silence in the air. There was a wave of unanswered questions running through my mind and I could not shake my feeling of unease. I was happy to be conscious and reunited with the ones I loved dearly. However, given the events of the last couple weeks, I couldn't be comfortable in my happiness. Paranoia. That was the word. I was expecting something ominous to happen, some bad news or enemy to pop up out of nowhere. Alden returned to my side, his face etched with a mixture of relief and something else i couldn't quite decipher. He took my hand in his once again and I felt a tremor run through me. His presence beside me was a reassuring comfort. Perhaps I was overthinking. Perhaps all I needed was just answers. Maybe, just maybe, our happily ever after had come. “What happened?” I rasped, looking intently at him. “How are you here? Where's Lachlan?” I did not mean for the questions to tumble out in a rush, but I was overwhelmed. Alden squeezed my hand, h

The sun rays filtered in through the large window, casting a soft glow over the room. Charlotte and Eleanor flanked my sides, adjusting and readjusting different parts of my dress. We were gathered in front of a large mirror in the largest room in Alden's castle. I could hardly believe this day had come- my wedding day. It had been three months since the chaos with Lachlan and Lena. Three months since we returned home and had settled into a peaceful routine. But even with the calm, I still found it hard not to look over my shoulders. The weight of the past months still clung heavily to me. “I can't believe it's really happening,” I say gently, almost to myself. “I'm getting married in a few hours.”Charlotte, who had been focused on arranging my hair in the right bun, paused and smiled at me gently. “Neither can I,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “It all still feels like a really long dream.”We both turned our attention to Eleanor, who was fussing with the lace of my gown