Semua Bab The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Bab 161 - Bab 170

After the initial greetings, Alpha Czar led the group through the heart of the village, flanked by soft, glowing lanterns strung overhead like stars caught in trees. The scent of roasted meats, fresh herbs, and wood smoke filled the air.The villagers offered small tokens of goodwill—carved charms, woven bracelets, even a ribbon of green silk tied around Elora’s wrist by a bashful pup. It was not a ceremony here, not an obligation. It was joy. And joy was a rare currency in their world.The feast was held in a great, open hall, long wooden tables draped in ivy garlands and laid with platters of food that still steamed in the cool night air. There were loaves of herb bread, thick stews rich with root vegetables and game, honey-glazed roots, and delicate pastries filled with spiced fruit. Elora’s eyes went wide with delight. Daniella sat beside Dalton at the center table, her eyes wide as she watched Elora and Marcus dive into conversation with a group of Emerald scouts. Marcus already

Dalton stood already dressed in a dark forest-green tunic and tailored trousers, his hand resting lightly on Daniella’s lower back as they waited beside the open hearth. The fire crackled softly behind them, its warmth dancing across the polished floor. Daniella, wrapped in a velvet cloak the color of deep wine, leaned subtly into his touch, a soft smile tugging at her lips.Elora and Marcus sat sprawled in the nearby armchairs, each nursing a cup of spiced tea. Marcus had one boot propped on the low table, earning him a pointed glare from Elora, who promptly kicked it off with her heel.“Really, Marcus?” she chided. “You’re about to meet the Alpha of the most diplomatically sensitive pack in the region. Maybe don’t lounge like you’re in a tavern.”Marcus rolled his eyes and stood with a stretch, letting out a theatrical sigh. “Forgive me, Elora. Clearly, I should have worn a crown and practiced my curtsy.”Daniella laughed, the sound warm and bright. “You might surprise them. Who doe

The sun had barely risen over the Emerald pack when Alpha Czar received the call.He was still half-dressed, his ceremonial robe hanging on the wall, when his phone buzzed insistently from the nightstand. He answered without checking the ID, assuming it was a minor update from one of the border patrols.“Alpha Czar,” he said, voice slightly hoarse.“It's Dalton,” came the urgent voice on the other end. “I wouldn’t call unless it was important. We… we need to see you. Now. It’s Daniella.”Czar straightened immediately, his pulse ticking faster. “What’s wrong? Is she ill?”Dalton hesitated. “She had a nightmare. Or… something more than that. I think it’s a memory. A real one. She’s shaken. I think you need to hear what she saw.”He was already moving, grabbing his cloak and heading for the door. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”When Alpha Czar arrived at the guest quarters, the guards at the threshold stepped aside immediately. He moved quickly down the corridor, heart pounding harder th

The descent into the underground chamber was made in silence.Alpha Czar led the way, his expression rigid, each step he made showed a decade of grief and hope. Behind him, Daniella walked beside Dalton, their hands brushing, hers trembling, his firm and grounding. A few paces behind, Marcus and Elora followed quietly, their presence steady, witnesses to something greater than any of them yet fully understood.The narrow spiral stairwell opened to a wide, arched hallway lit by oil sconces that flickered along the pathway. The air was cool and still, as though it hadn’t been disturbed in years.Daniella hesitated just outside the threshold. The heavy stone door stood ajar, per Czar’s instructions, the seals broken earlier that morning. A faint hum of memory stirred within her chest, like a half-forgotten melody.“This way,” Czar said quietly, his voice softer than before, reverent.They stepped into the chamber.The room was vast and circular, hewn into stone, its walls inscribed with

Arya's eyes flew open. "No... no, that wasn’t me—Daniella, you’ve got it wrong." Her voice shook, but there was a strange calmness behind it, like she was trying too hard to sound innocent.Daniella shook her head slowly, gaze unwavering. “I saw you. You told us we would be safe. You led my mother out under the pretense of rescue, and they were waiting.”“She’s confused,” Arya insisted, her voice rising as she looked at Czar, then to the others. “Trauma plays tricks. She was a child. You can’t trust fragmented memories.”“Don’t!” Daniella snapped, her voice hoarse. “Don’t gaslight me! I remember! I remember her clutching my hand, the panic when the guards surrounded us. She tried to fight, but they drugged her. She begged them to spare me. And you just stood there. Watching, smiling and making fun of us.”Arya’s composure cracked. She backed into a nearby armchair, her face draining of color, her lips parting in silence.“Arya,” Czar’s voice was a dangerous growl now, low and tremblin