Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S FIERY FATE : Bab 11 - Bab 16

NEVAEHThe bed is too soft. Too warm. My sheets tangle around me like they’re trying to trap me in this restless sleep I can’t escape. I roll onto my side again, toss the pillow beneath my head, and stare at the ceiling, unable to corral my thoughts. Every time I close my eyes, the same nightmares return—whispers in the woods, shadows chasing me, a voice pulling at something deep inside me.With a frustrated sigh, I swing my legs off the bed. The cool floor brings brief relief. I stand, pace the room for a moment, then head for the door. The hallway is dim, lit by a soft orange glow flickering from distant sconces. As I step out, I freeze.He’s there.Just a few feet away, Kane stands against the shadows, his presence as dark and untouchable as the night itself. He doesn’t notice me right away, his focus fixed on the hallway ahead. My throat tightens. My mind blanks. That look on his face—the coldness in his eyes—it never fades. Not even when he’s near.I clear my throat, the sound sl

NEVAEH The instant the pack house door shut behind me, I ran through the hallway, ignoring the curious glances from the omegas cleaning near the stairway. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t care. Not about them, not about the fact that I was probably trembling, not even about Kane’s Beta’s voice behind me calling my name.I reached my room.Slammed the door.And collapsed against it.My back hit the wood with a dull thud, and I slid down to the floor like every bone in my body had finally given up. My knees folded to my chest. My arms wrapped around them. And then the tears came—fast, hot, and furious.Gods, I had wanted to run. I’d wanted to tear that door open and throw myself into Ian’s arms the moment the car pulled up. And I had. For a second. For that one second, I had hope.But Kane’s hand had caught my wrist before I could move. Tight. Unrelenting. His words still echoed in my head:“Make one move to follow him, and your family will pay for it. You know I don’t bluff, Nevaeh.”His

I stagger back from the mirror, chest heaving. That voice—low and dark, like smoke curling around my thoughts—echoes in my skull.“H-hello?” I whisper aloud, but my lips feel numb, disconnected. “Are you… my wolf?”A beat of silence.Then, the voice answers again, a little softer this time. “Yes.”My knees buckle, and I fall onto the stool in front of the dressing table. My fingers tremble as I press them to my temples, grounding myself.“Where have you been? Why now?” I ask.“You weren’t ready” she murmurs, the words coiling gently around my mind. “You still aren’t. But the clock ticks, and I can’t stay quiet anymore.”I swallow thickly. “That’s not fair. Most wolves speak to their humans by eighteen. They shift. They bond. I turned twenty months ago. I’ve spent two years thinking something was wrong with me.”“You are not broken” she utters firmly. “You are bound.”I blink. “Bound? To what?”No response.“Why didn’t we shift on my birthday? Why have you stayed silent all this time?”