บททั้งหมดของ FATE’S RECKLESS GAMES : ENTANGLED with the Alpha king. : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Celine’s pov. I don’t remember falling asleep. Not the second time.The first time after Kaine found me, after he held me and carried me out of that awful place, it was fitful and broken. My body had given out before my mind had. But this time… this sleep had swallowed me whole. Heavy and dreamless. Like my soul had been waiting for permission to rest, and only Kaine’s arms had given it.I woke slowly. My body was still sore, and my head ached like a dull, echoing drumbeat. But I was warm and clean. I was in his room, his scent wrapped around me, his shirt on my skin, and for a long time, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling.Trying to believe I was really home. But the silence didn’t last. Because memories, like ghosts, don’t stay buried, they rise.It began with the scratch of glass.I had just finished training that morning. Matthias had pushed me hard, harder than usual, and every part of my body ached. I’d gone to the villa to shower, to breathe, to maybe nap on the couch an

Kaine’s pov. The journey to Blackrock was long, but not unfamiliar.We rode through the wilderness in silence, the sky bleeding into a moody gray. The forests grew darker the farther we went, branches like skeletal arms reaching overhead, casting long shadows across the trail. No birds. No movement. Just the growl of the engine and the weight in my chest.Oscar drove, hands steady on the wheel, but I saw the tension in his jaw. We were both thinking the same thing…we didn’t know what we’d find in Blackrock, but it wouldn’t be safe. It never was.Blackrock had once been a fortress. Before that, a prison. And before that… something far older. Wolves didn’t speak of its earliest history. Not openly. Those who did often vanished. It had been sealed decades ago, after the last rebellion. Too many secrets inside. Too much power. But now we had the Council’s reluctant blessing, and their codes to open it again.“I keep thinking about that word,” Oscar said, breaking the silence as we passed

Celine’s pov. It started as a hum.Barely there at first…like the echo of a sound I couldn’t quite hear. I thought it was in my head, a residue of the nightmare Tess had wrapped around me like a shroud. But the more I ignored it, the stronger it became.A whisper beneath my skin. A ripple in my chest. Like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. By the fifth day in the villa, I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t real. I stood barefoot on the cool stone of the garden path, surrounded by the scent of roses and morning dew. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the sky was blushing at the edges. Pale pink, gold-streaked.And still, I felt it. The hum was inside me. Constant. Gentle. But growing bolder. I pressed my hand against the center of my chest, just above where my ribs met, and closed my eyes. Nothing physically wrong, no pain, no wound, no fever. But something was… different. Something was awake.I opened my eyes and exhaled slowly. The steam from my breath curled like smoke into the dawn a

Kaine’s pov. Celine was asleep when I slipped out again. She looked peaceful, tucked beneath the blankets, her breathing slow and even. But peace was a lie. I knew the truth behind that calm, saw the flickers in her eyes, the hesitations in her voice, the way she’d watched the rose wither in her hand like she had willed it.She was trying not to be afraid. But I was. Not of her, but for her. There were old things in this world. Buried things. Magic wolves weren’t meant to touch. And somehow, they were waking inside her.The stone circle stood at the northern ridge of the territory, hidden among thick trees and jagged rocks. No wolf dared hunt near it. It had always been an eerie place, forgotten and avoided.Now I knew why. The stones themselves were enormous, each one twice the height of a man, weather-worn and blackened in places. Moss clung to their bases. Strange symbols had been carved into their surfaces, faded but not gone.Oscar followed behind me in silence. Even he didn’t t

Kaine’s pov. I wasn’t sure when I’d fallen asleep, but when I opened my eyes and the world was still dim and quiet, I knew two things for certain.First, Celine was still asleep, breathing slow and even, one leg draped across mine like she had no intention of letting go. Her bare skin was warm against me, a soft contrast to the cool morning air creeping in through the open balcony doors.Second, I’d actually said all of it. Everything! I’d told her she was my mate. Told her I wanted her as my queen. Hell, I’d begged her with my hands and mouth and every inch of my soul to believe in what we had.I turned my head slightly, just enough to look at her.Her lashes fluttered ever so faintly against her cheek, lips parted just a bit as she slept, her face blissfully unguarded. She looked peaceful for the first time in days. Maybe weeks. She’d been through hell. And I’d been helpless for too much of it.My eyes suddenly fell on her neck. There was a mark. A mark! Of course, I had claimed he