Semua Bab The Dominant Omega And Her Submissive Alpha : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Star’s POVThe night was eerie, filled with the scent of damp earth and dying leaves. The small window in the attic was barely wide enough to let in a breath of fresh air, but I sat beneath it anyway, clutching the leaves I’d carefully gathered from the hidden tree.The fruit had already started dulling the wolfsbane’s poison. My body still ached, weak and feverish, but my senses were sharpening, and my wolf… She stirred. "Hang in there, Star," she murmured faintly, a gentle warmth curling in my chest.I closed my eyes, imagining Helios’ face. The heat of his touch. His voice calling my name. He was coming. I knew it now. I felt the bond spark, stronger than before, a tether of desperate hope.When the old floorboards creaked, I schooled my face, slipping on the mask of weakness Ravena believed I wore. She entered, pale and disheveled, her eyes darting with barely-contained madness.“You’re quieter today,” she murmured, setting down a bowl of thin soup I wouldn’t touch. “I don’t have

Author's POV The forest beyond the northern periphery of the academy was a cursed, ancient stretch of land few dared to enter. Trees gnarled like arthritic fingers clawed at the mist-laden sky, and shadows slithered between roots with a will of their own. Helios stalked through the undergrowth, his senses stretched to their limit, Mirelda's instructions ringing in his ears."She's close," Mirelda murmured, her eyes half-lidded in a trance. The silvery tendrils of her magic glimmered faintly in the gloom. "Ravena won't slip away this time."Killian, Helios' father, moved beside them like a phantom. The years had not dulled the former Alphas instincts, nor his unrelenting hatred for Ravena. "She’s never played fair," Killian growled. "This isn't a simple hostage trade. She’s luring us, splitting our focus. That woman has hidden havens in all four directions. This is just one."Helios clenched his fists. "We’re out of time. Star’s dying. I can feel her slipping." Mirelda’s gaze flicked

Star’s POVPain gnawed at my insides. Not the kind that comes from a physical wound , though those existed, too, but something deeper. A jagged ache in my spirit. The revelations from my dream still clung to me like mist, my head pounding from the weight of it all.Princess Ayana. Griselda. My real name. Starlight Ayana. A name meant for a throne, not this damp, suffocating prison. The stale air reeked of wolfsbane. Ravena’s poison lingered in my blood, a constant reminder of my weakening body. My stomach tightened, and a sharp pain shot through me. I gritted my teeth, placing a trembling hand over my swollen belly.Hang in there, little ones. Just a little longer. A sudden burst of shouting echoed outside the walls. My heart lurched. What was that? Footsteps. Heavy, fast. A tremor in the ground.I tried to sit up, but my body protested. My head spun as the pain intensified. Through the

Hesperion’s POVWhen we touched down, I had barely waited for the door to open before I stepped out, my feet hitting the ground with a purpose I hadn’t felt in two decades. My guards had called after me, but their voices were swallowed by the pounding of my heart.At that time, I couldn’t explain the pull in words. It was a tether, ancient, unyielding, long silent, now tugging with violent urgency. A bond reawakened after twenty long, empty years. It led me like a silver thread through the darkness, through the pack grounds I barely registered, toward her.I remember that as I moved, people parted in silence, falling to their knees. A sea of bowed heads. I didn’t look at them. Couldn’t. My focus was sharp, cutting through the haze of the world. The bond had spoken. My daughter… lived.I hadn’t felt this connection since the night Ayana was stolen from me. A thread of my soul ripped away by treachery, leaving a hollow ache no crown, conquest, or council could ever fill. I had searched

Starlight’s POVThe tension in the hospital room was palpable. I could feel the magnitude of my father’s fury, the suffocating shame of the pack, and the trembling submission of Helios at my side. But more than that… I felt something awaken within me. A warmth, no, a power, older than bloodlines, older than crowns and packs. It pulsed inside my chest.My gaze swept over the room. The warriors who used to shove me aside. The Elders who called me worthless. The Luna who turned a blind eye as my skin bruised and my heart hardened. Even Killian, Alpha in name alone, couldn’t meet my eyes.The beast within me stirred.Not the frightened pup they had raised in shadows. But the wolf born of Ayana’s line, of witches and royals. A true Lunaby right. The ultimate Luna.The power surged, and before I realized it, a deep, primal growl rumbled from my throat. It wasn’t rage, it was command. A sound layered with centuries of dominance, carried in the blood of Moon-Gifted wolves. It vibrated through