Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Cursed Twain: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

  CELESTE’S POV  The first person I made eye contact with when I opened my eyes from the dreamless yet restless sleep was Selena, and the first question I asked her immediately after was,  “Is Vanessa back?”  “I wasn’t aware she went somewhere.” She had dragged the chair, which was positioned by the window, meant to be used for relaxation while staring at the vast greenery through the window, and had positioned it beside my bed, where she was currently seated. She also seemed the least interested in the conversation I was initiating.  “I believe she went to hunt days back….” 

CELESTE’S POV I left the room for him. He wasn’t making any attempt to leave, and I couldn't stay in his presence for long. I might end up committing a stupid act that I would end up regretting. As furious and heartbroken as I was, I still couldn't overlook the fact that he was still an Alpha, a leader. And I know firsthand how it ends for anyone who disrespects one. So, leaving the room was more to my advantage. As if the day wasn't bad enough, barely ten feet away from my room, as I heard outside the estate, toward Selena’s, I came across Sam, bright and chatty as usual. I inwardly face-palmed myself before he could even reach where I was, knowing he would stick to me like a stubborn glue. I don't really know what’s up with him, I don't want this type of attention; I just want to be left alone. But it turns out that memo is super hard for him to read through. “What’s up, Celeste? Great morning, isn’t it?” He had his hand around my shoulder, softly nudging me toward his chest i

CELESTE’S POVNighttime has gradually become a nightmare to me. I wish time would be slowed so I don't have to face it, and when it finally comes, I wish time would be sped up so I will get it over with. I just wasn't looking forward to it, unlike before, when it used to be my rest time. Now, the minute I put my head down on the bed, I have no rest until the sun rises. Like always, tonight wasn't an exception. The only difference from other nights will be the fact that I abandoned my bed like a plague and opted to sit on a resting chair. I wasn't planning on sleeping, but I was just exhausted after hours of training, so it was only fair for the rest of my body that my brain shut down barely minutes after I sat down. The nightmare came quite early tonight, and it came with something new: fury. Most of the time, it starts with confusion. I would spend a good hour or two trying to decipher what was going on and how to get myself out of it. But this time around, that wasn’t the case. Fu

KILLIAN’S POVI didn’t make any move to get closer to her, knowing I was definitely still in her bad book. At least the positive part was that I now knew the reason for her grudges. She thought I killed her father. The problem was, I didn't even know who her father was, and there was all possibility that I killed him because let’s be real, I killed to get my way to the top. But I wanted to know who her father was and the reason I killed him and how the fuck she found out. She doesn't seem like the type to dig around unless someone informs her. If so, then I know exactly who did. Selena has really been getting on my business lately, and I still haven't found the perfect opportunity to dispose of her. But I will, soon enough. Celeste stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, probably trying to make sense of where she was. And when she finally realized she wasn't where she was supposed to be, she jolted up from the bed and began to look around the room for an explanation, I presume. W

SELENA’S POV “Come little one, you are going to adore my gift.” I created a single rose flower with the other hand behind my back and when she was close enough, I presented it. “Please don’t hurt her.” The mother lamented. “How do you see the flower?” I ignored her and asked the little one. “It’s beautiful.” She had a hard time pronouncing the word “beautiful,” but fortunately, I caught it quite alright. “I am glad you love your gift, go to Mummy.” I let go of her hand, and she jogged to where her mother stood, at the far corner of the room, clutching onto her eldest as her life depended on it. Well, technically, their whole lives depend on someone, and she’s about to find out soon enough. “What do you want from us? We are peasants for Goddess’s sake, we have nothing to offer.” She was quick to sense serious danger, I would give her that, as she was already wailing, and so was her eldest. Her question, though, did come at the exact time I wanted, and so I responded. “Look at me