Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 145

Where the Moonlight FallsNyra's POVBy morning, the ashes were gone. Lydia said the wind took them during the night. What was left of Zaira blew away into nothing. No one said anything about it, but I could feel how everyone felt relieved. The heavy weight that weighed us down for so long was finally gone.And for the first time in so many years, I woke up without being afraid.A soft and golden sunlight reflected in through the curtains. Draven was still sleeping right next to me, and his arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck, and it was slow and calm. He did not leave my side for once, ever since the battle started. Not even once. I do not think he trusted the world enough to leave me all by myself.And to be honest, I don't think so either.But when I slowly turned to look at him, I saw his eyes open. I saw something I had not seen in so long. Peace. No anger. No darkness. Just him."Good morning," he said, his voice was rough from sleep.I smiled. "Morning."He t

Auren’s Training DayAuren’s POVThe sun hadn’t even climbed over the trees yet, but Lydia was already standing in the middle of the training field, arms crossed, expression sharp as a blade.“You’re late,” she said the moment she saw me.I puffed out a breath. “It’s not even sunrise!”“Exactly,” she replied. “The Moon doesn’t wait, and neither should you.”Sometimes, I think Lydia secretly enjoyed making me sweat.The training ground was still damp from the night dew. The smell of wet grass filled the air, and a few warriors were already sparring in the distance. My muscles were sore from yesterday, but I didn’t say anything. Mama always said strength wasn’t about what you could do, it was about what you kept doing even when it hurt.“Focus,” Lydia ordered, her silver staff tapping the ground. “Show me your flame.”I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The world went quiet for a moment, only the thud of my heartbeat and the whisper of the wind in my ears. Then, warmth began to build i

Eira’s JourneyEira’s POVThe night the Crescent Moon fell into silence, I was already far from the packhouse, hunting shadows that refused to die.They said the war was ending. That Zaira had been defeated. That peace was finally within reach.But I knew better. Evil never really dies. It lingers like smoke after fire, drifting through the cracks of memory, waiting for the wind to stir it awake again.The forest was still bleeding. The trees whispered secrets to me as I moved, fast, silent, every step a dance between the living and the lost. My daggers were coated in wolfsbane, my senses sharp, my heart heavy. The air reeked of burnt magic, a reminder of what we had lost to the witch’s rage. The ground beneath my boots was soft with ash and sorrow. Every breath tasted like goodbye.“Come out,” I murmured, my voice steady but tired. “You’ve run far enough.”A rustle answered me, faint but deliberate. From the thick shadows emerged one of Zaira’s last sentinels, a rogue wolf, trembling