Semua Bab The Alpha's Healer: Bab 31 - Bab 40

CASSANDRA _________I paced the dimly lit chamber of our hideout in the Bloodsear Highlands, my boots echoing against the stone floor as I watched Darius fumble with his plans like the incompetent fool he was. The candlelight cast eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the uncertainty in his eyes that he tried so desperately to hide."We need to strike now," I insisted, my voice dripping with carefully crafted persuasion. "Every day we wait, Roman strengthens his defenses. The siege weakened them – this is our moment."Darius ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, clearly torn between his desire for power and his fear of failure. "It's too soon, Cassandra. Our forces need time to—""Time?" I spat, slamming my hands on the wooden table between us. "While you sit here wringing your hands, that bastard Roman is probably fucking his little human pet and laughing at our hesitation!"The crude comment had its intended effect. Darius's face reddened with anger and wounded pride. He'

His expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he spoke, his voice quieter now, almost hollow. "More than you might think. I had a family once— a mate, two young pups. They were slaughtered by a rival pack while I was away hunting. By the time I returned..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening. "Darius offered me protection when I had nothing left. It seemed like salvation at the time."The raw honesty in his voice made my chest ache. "What.... made you leave?""Darius isn't what he appears to be," his tone was laced with bitterness. "He preys on broken wolves, promising them belonging while turning them into weapons. When I realized what he and Cassandra were planning..." He shook his head, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I couldn't be part of another massacre."We continued training in silence after that, but his words lingered in my mind, echoing like a distant drumbeat. I thought of my own pain, how it had hardened me, made me cold. W

My wolf surged to the surface, but I held him back, letting her vent her anger. I grabbed her wrists, not roughly, but firmly enough to stop her from hitting me again. "Make me," I growled, my voice low, a challenge I didn't entirely mean. The air between us crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. Her chest heaved with angry breaths, her heart pounding so loudly I could hear it. We were too close—much too close— but I couldn't make myself let go. "I hate you," she whispered, her voice breaking, but there was no conviction behind her words. "I know." My grip on her wrists loosened, but I didn't release them entirely. "I hate myself too."Something in my admission broke through her fury. Her eyes softened slightly, the fire dimming as she searched my face. "You really do...don't you?""Every fucking day." I admitted, my voice raw. "Every time I see the pain in your eyes, every time I think about Adeline, every time I remember killing my own sister... I hate what being Alpha

He shrugged, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. "That's why I joined Darius," he continued, his voice rough. "I was young, angry, needed somewhere to belong. He promised revenge against the pack that killed my family.""Did you get it?" I asked, though a part of me wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer."Yeah." His eyes darkened, the weight of old memories pulling at him. "Slaughtered every last one of them. Didn't make me feel any better though. Just made me more empty inside."I thought about my own burning desire for revenge against Cassandra, the way it consumed me like a fire that refused to be extinguished. "Is that why you left the rogues?" I asked, my voice tentative.Fenrir nodded. "Realized I'd become exactly what I hated. Darius... he doesn't care about justice or protection. He just wants power, and he'll destroy anyone who gets in his way.""Like Roman?" The words slipped out before I could stop them."Roman's different, you and I both know that." Fenrir sa

I followed him to his private tent, acutely aware of the guards flanking us. Their eyes tracked my every movement, their postures rigid and alert. Darius wasn't entirely foolish. He knew better than to trust me completely. Smart man, but not smart enough! Once inside, he turned to face me, his expression hard. "Your enthusiasm seems lacking," he said, his tone accusing. "Having second thoughts about our arrangement?" I laughed, the sound sharp and hollow. "Please. I want Roman dead more than anyone. I just question whether your obsession with fairy tales serves our immediate goals." Darius’s eyes darkened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "The Lunar Citadel is real." he insisted like the goddamn fool he was. "Its power is real. And once we claim it—" "If it exists." I cut in, my tone icy. "And if we can find it. Meanwhile, we're wasting resources chasing shadows when we should be focusing on crushing Shadowfang." His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he mi