Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the disabled Alpha : his antidote : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

.Gianna's POVThe morning sun crept through the cracks of my window, but it didn’t bring any warmth to me. I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the crimson-stained fabric in my hands. My plan had worked better than I expected. I should have felt victorious, proud even. But there was a hollow feeling in my chest that wouldn't leave."Soon," I whispered to myself, squeezing the bloodied cloth. "Soon, he'll see."I folded the cloth carefully, wrapping it in a velvet pouch. Perrin would believe it. He had to. Everything depended on this moment, on him thinking Quinn was gone for good. Only then could I be by his side.I dressed quickly, choosing a soft, pale-blue dress that made me look fragile and innocent. Perrin always had a weakness for delicate things. I pinned my hair up, letting a few curls fall around my face. Perfect.With the pouch hidden safely in a small satchel, I made my way to Perrin’s estate. Each step I took was filled with purpose. I was determined to claim what was

Gianna’s POVA wind screamed in my ears as I dashed back to the village, the bloody blouse stashed in my cloak. I could feel each foot getting heavier than the last, but I refused to slow down. Not now. Not when everything was at long last falling into place.The darkness of the night was complete, but my thoughts were in order.Perrin would see this. He would move on, because he would have to.He’d have to pick me.I tore down the block to my apartment, locking the door behind me and sitting down against it as I panted. I removed the blouse little by little, stretching it across the table, my hands trembling.It looked... real enough. The blood was dry and dark and cracking around the edges. The rips in the fabric were vicious, deliberate.For a second, guilt skittered along the furthest outskirts of my mind, a dim voice saying that I should be reminded what this was about.But I shoved it away.There was no room for guilt. Not anymore.After that, I spent the entire night getting re

QUINNHe closed the space between us in two strides, gripping me by the shoulders.“You’re alive,” he murmured frantically. "You're real."The corners of my vision went moist, but I nodded. "I’m real."He pulled me into himself, holding on with all his might, his arms strong and fierce, his grip desperate, as if he could keep me with him in this life through sheer force of will.I allowed him to hold me for a moment.Let myself breathe him in.Remind myself why I had worked so hard to make it back.And then I eased back.I looked at Gianna who, like the rest of us, was utterly immobile, her expression one of sheer horror ingrained on every perfect line of her face.“You lied,” I said, the words slicing through the heavy air.She tried to speak, but no words would come.“You showed him that blouse,” I said. “You let him think I was dead.Gianna balled her hands into fists. "You were dead," she spat before she caught herself.The words hung between us, weighted and damning.Perrin looke

QUINNAlora's jaw tightened."And the witnesses listed?" she demanded.I smiled thinly."Nonexistent. Fabricated names. Cross-ref the council's register of residents."Another aide scrambled out of the room to do just that.They were in front of me now, the terrible beat of my heart resounding in my ears.“You were played,” I said softly. "Somebody in this council--or near to it at least--wanted to get Perrin killed.I held for a minute, allowing my words to hang."And they almost succeeded."---Gianna’s POVI pressed close to the arch on the far balcony, hidden in the shadows of a stained wood pillar.My nails clawed into the hard stone railing.No.This is not how it was supposed to be.She should’ve been weeping.He should’ve been destroyed.Instead—Instead she’d flipped it all on its head with just a few pieces of paper and that maddening, unbreakable fire in her voice.I wanted to scream.I wanted to tear the whole god-damned building down with my bare hands.But I kept myself

Perrin's POVThe fires were still burning when the sun rose.I stood outside the estate, boots planted in bloodstained grass, and watched as my warriors dragged the last of the bodies away. Smoke climbed slow and heavy into the pale morning sky. It felt like the air itself had gone heavy, like the world was weighed down.Gianna was dead.Theodore was dead.It should have felt like peace.Instead, it felt like waiting.Quinn stood at my side, wrapped in my jacket. Her small hand clutched my arm tightly. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. I could feel her fear, her anger, her strength.We had survived.But something told me it wasn’t over."Alpha," Dorian said as he came up, his voice low. "We've checked the grounds. No more enemies. No more threats."I nodded but didn’t move. My gut twisted. I knew better than to trust a quiet morning."Double the guards," I said. "I want two at every entrance. Rotate them every three hours. No one gets tired."Dorian gave a quick nod and jog