Semua Bab The Mate She Can’t See: Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TENZOEYI shouldn’t have left the room.I told myself I just needed air, just a short walk and maybe some space to think, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t stay locked in that room while everyone whispered behind closed doors and they all blamed Graham, for me.He’d stood in front of the council like a wall, taking the heat and shielding me, but I saw the way their eyes burned when they looked at him, and I felt the weight of it now, how everything seemed colder, and sharper.I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked toward the training field. It was quiet this early or so I thought.I had only taken a few steps when I heard voices behind me.“Well, well. Look who thinks she belongs here.” I froze.It was Cassandra, one of Nicole’s minions.She stepped into view, with her arms crossed over her chest and her expression was full of disgust. Two other girls walked up beside her. I knew one of them, Jenna, another one of Nicole’s minions. I wasn’t familiar with th

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVEZOEYAs soon as the door shut behind me, I dropped to the floor.My knees couldn’t hold me anymore. I folded into myself, arms around my middle, trying to hold it all in, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stay strong and continue to hide the pain anymore.The tears came fast, hot and messy and painful.Everything I’d been holding back since it happened poured out. The fear, the shame, and the helplessness. It clawed at my throat until I was gasping for air between sobs.Even when I found out that Kelvin was cheating on me, I didn’t cry as much. It didn’t hurt me as much as this did. They had touched me, hurt me, overpowered me and I had done nothing. I let them.I tried to be quiet, pressing a hand to my mouth to suppress the cry of pain, but the sound still came out, a broken, trembling whimper that filled the room like a ghost.I hated this feeling. I hated being weak and I hated that Graham saw me like this. That he looked at me like I was fragile.I wasn’t

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENZOEYHe walked away.I stood there, frozen in place, staring at the spot where he disappeared into the trees. I kept waiting for him to turn bac, to look at me one more time or to give me something, anything to hold on to.But he didn’t. He left.And the second he was gone, something inside me shattered.I sank to the ground, knees hitting the earth with a thud that felt like a punch to the chest. The cold dirt pressed into my skin, but I didn’t care. I was already numb. Nothing could hurt more than this.The tears came back, harder than before. I pressed my hands to my face, but it didn’t stop the sound. I was crying out loud now, no longer trying to hide it. The sobs ripped out of me like they’d been waiting, crawling up from somewhere deep inside.I didn’t even know what I was crying for.I didn’t know if it was because of the lies I told, the pain I felt, or the fear. It was just him. All of it, everything revolves around him.I curled in on myself

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEENGRAHAMI woke up angry, not the loud kind of anger and definitely not the type that shouts or punches walls. This one was heavy and quiet, but it sat in my chest like a rock, making it hard to breathe. It was the kind of anger that twisted deep inside, mixed with guilt and hurt and a voice in my head that wouldn’t shut up.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, letting the silence eat away at me. The sun had already risen, light streaming through the windows, warm and golden but it didn’t feel warm at least not to me.I had dreamt of Zoey.In the dream, she had come back. She had walked through the trees, her eyes soft and shining, whispering my name like it meant something. She reached out and touched me, and for one second, I believed everything would be okay but I woke up and I was alone once again.I got out of bed and pulled on a clean shirt, not bothering to fix my hair or check my face in the mirror. I didn’t care what I looked like. I

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENZOEYI didn’t know how long I had been lying there, curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers I needed.It didn’t.The room was quiet, too quiet, not the comforting kind, but the kind that made you feel like you were the only one left in the world.The sunlight that had once poured in through the tall glass windows was now fading, turning soft and golden. Time was moving fast, even though I felt stuck in one place. A knock on the door pulled me out of my head but before I could even sit up, it opened.Two women walked in, the same maids, still neatly dressed, their steps light as feathers as if afraid to annoy me with loud footsteps. One of them carried a silver tray with what looked like steaming clothes. The other had her hands full with dresses, long, expensive-looking, royal kind of dresses.They didn’t look at me like I was a prisoner. They smiled, gently and politely.“The lord requests your presence for dinner,” t