บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Sister's Alpha King : บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

The next morning, I woke up. I expected my mind to be a mess, but instead, everything seemed to just fall into place. So many things that didn't make sense before now did. Last night felt like a dream, but I knew that it wasn't because I could feel my dragon Saphira inside my head.Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I got ready for the day before going to find Victor, needing to share the revelations from the blood moon night with him.As I reached the door to Victor's room, I hesitated. How would I explain that our world had just expanded in ways we never could have imagined? Taking a deep breath, I knocked."Vic, we need to talk."Victor opened the door, his expression one of mild curiosity. "What's up, Olivia? You look like you've seen a ghost.""More like a dragon," I muttered under my breath as I pushed past him into the room.He followed, half-amused, half-concerned. "A dragon? Seriously?"I turned to face him, locking eyes with all the seriousness I could muster. "I'm n

We spent the rest of the day going through our mother's diary. Each page revealed more secrets but also left us with more questions. My mother had fled the dragon kingdom in a hurry, but she hadn't explained why. The more I read, the closer I felt to my mother. We returned to the north tower, finding one more diary but something told me that there was still more. Most of my other entries were written in an almost code-like way, making it hard to put the pieces together. But something inside me told me that she did it for a reason: to protect her secrets. And the only way we were going to uncover everything was by finding every diary and also returning to the dragon kingdom. I sat across from Victor, lost in my mother's words. It was as if she was here with me, telling me her story. My heart was heavy because I wished that she really was here with me. Victor let out a loud sigh, sitting on the book he was reading on the coffee table. “How is it possible that these diaries give us so

Every part of me was filled with fear, but I had to be strong and do what I had come here to do. I knelt beside yet another injured pack member, trying to keep my hands steady as I tended to his wounds. The sounds of battle continued to rage around us, a constant reminder that we were far from safe. I glanced anxiously at the trees, my thoughts drifting back to Alexander. "Olivia!" A desperate voice called out, jerking me from my thoughts. I turned just in time to see a fighter staggering towards me, his body covered in cuts and bruises. He collapsed at my feet, gasping for breath. "What happened? Where's Victor?" I asked, my voice filled with panic. This was one of the warriors who left with Victor. He reached his hand out, gripping my arm with surprising strength. "Victor is in trouble," he panted, his eyes wide with fear and despair. "We tried to save him... but there were too many rogues. I barely made it out alive to warn you." His voice broke, and he slumped against me, exh

I had to get him out of the cold. I was going to lose him, pushing the pain of my injuries to the back of my mind. Alexander needed me, and nothing else mattered. I hoisted him onto my back. Letting out a cry of pain as I did. Each step was agonising, the wounds inflicted by the bear sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. But I couldn't think about that now. Alexander's life depended on me, and I wasn't going to let him down. The forest around us seemed to blur into a maze of shadows and faint moonlight as I searched for someone to use to take shelter. "Hang on, Alexander," I whispered. The trees seemed to lean in, their bare branches like skeletal hands reaching out, urging me to move faster. "Hang on, Alexander," I whispered. The trees seemed to lean in, their bare branches like skeletal hands reaching out, urging me to move faster. I felt his faint breath against the back of my neck, reassuring yet terrifying in its fragility. At last, I spotted the dark entrance of a c

Alexanders pov The cold breeze prickled my skin and pulled me from the comforting void of unconsciousness. My eyelids felt like lead as I struggled to open them. Panic clawed at my throat before I could fully remember why my senses were screaming at me to wake up. Then it hit me—Olivia. My body jerked awake, adrenaline flooding my veins. The sight that met my eyes forced a strangled cry from my throat. Olivia lay there, pale and lifeless, her wrist bleeding. “Olivia!” My voice cracked as I crawled towards her, my hands trembling. There was no response. I scooped her into my arms, feeling her body unnaturally cold against mine. “Please, Olivia, wake up.” Her head lolled to the side, her breathing so faint I could barely feel it. Tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t lose her, not now, not after everything. I cradled her head against my chest, rocking back and forth as if that could somehow bring her back. “Come on, Dammit, Olivia! You have to wake up!” My voice was ragged, breaking