บททั้งหมดของ The Devil Alpha And I : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

AVA'S POV. It felt like a huge rock had been dropped on me at that instant, I stared at Arthur, my jaws dropped open faintly, wondering if I heard what Arthur just said. His face wasn't saying what his mouth was saying, he looked so calm, like he didn't just say those words. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “What did you say?” I asked, my eyes widened in hope and curiosity. He inhaled deeply and took my hands in his. “I was the one that killed your parents.”I jerked my hands away, staggering backwards, I couldn't express what I was feeling at that moment but I could feel my heart shattering into tiny pieces. I placed my hand on my chest, swallowing the lump in my throat. I darted my eyes to my mother, tears flowing down my cheeks..“I was thinking your mother would have told you,” he added. “My mother?” I asked, darting my eyes back to him. “So you knew about it? Did you know about it?” I snapped. She turned to Arthur, her brows furrowed in anger. “Don't look at him,” I sho

AVA’S POVPain. That was the only thing my head was registering right now. It felt like my body was being torn apart from the inside. I couldn’t breathe. I clutched my stomach, my nails digging into my skin. Arthur’s furious voice echoing through the tiny room. “We’re leaving. Now.”His voice filled with authority and desperation. I looked up at him, my vision blurry from tears and pain. He was now in his human form, but still standing tall over Elena and Elizabeth. Blood dripped from his claws, his glowing eyes locked onto them with pure rage.Garrick stood beside him, his body covered in blood. He looked at me, his jaws dropped open. “Elena, take her somewhere safe,” Arthur ordered. Elena hesitated, but one glare from Arthur made her nod quickly. “There’s a house far from the city. You can go there,” Arthur revealed, a loud shout in the hallway made our head turn. Garrick took a peep outside, he turned back immediately, his eyes widened in fear. “They are here.”Arthur no

Amelia’s POV Amelia stood in the dimly lit chamber, her hands folded tightly in front of her. Elizabeth stood across from her, her expression unreadable.“You have disappointed me, Elizabeth,” Amelia said, her voice colder than the chill in the room. “I can't believe you are the black witch helping Oliver, you have been by our side for months now, I can't believe my own sister was a traitor.”“I am a traitor?* Elizabeth scoffed. “Please stop acting like a self-righteous bitch.”“Elizabeth, I waited years to finally see my sister and now that I have found her, she wants to take everything away from me, my family.”“They are not your family,” Elizabeth growled, her fists clenched tightly beside her. “I really can't believe everything you told me and I don't want to believe it, please tell me you are lying.”Elizabeth’s lips curved slightly, a bitter smile playing at the corners. “No,” she admitted, tilting her head. “I am not.”Amelia clenched her fists. “You know black witches are fo

Author’s POVThe room was silent except for Ava’s sobs. She lay weakly on the bloodstained sheets, reaching out with trembling hands to take her son.“Please, give me my baby,” she begged, tears streaming down her face.Amelia stood by the window, holding the child tightly. The baby cried filling the room, his small body squirming in her arms. Amelia’s heart pounded loudly in her chest as she scanned the room, she was looking for a way to escape with the boy. She looked out the window, it wasn't that far from the ground, maybe a small magic trick could help them down safely but Amelia couldn't take the risks of something happening to the child in the process. Elizabeth's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her eyes on the boy in Amelia's arm, before turning her cold eyes to Ava. “He will be raised by the right person now,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “No! No, please!” Ava cried, trying to sit up, but she was too weak.Elizabeth smiled walking closer to Amelia, he

Ava’s POVThree days had passed, but the pain in my chest hadn’t lessened. Arthur was gone, and his body had never been found. Without it, there was no real proof of his death, and part of me still clung to the hope that he might return. But deep down, I knew the truth. The kingdom had lost its leader, and I had lost my husband.I sat at the long wooden table in the grand hall, my son cradled in my arms. His tiny breaths were the only thing keeping me grounded.The room was filled with murmurs as the elders whispered to one another. Their faces etched with disappointment and worries. I inhaled deeply, looking for the best way to call their attention. I tapped my fingers on the table, nervously as I darted my eyes from one elder to another. None of them were paying attention to me. Charles walked in, the room went silent slowly as they all turned to him, he bowed to me before walking closer to me and sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. Beside him, Amelia stood wi