Semua Bab The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Hope's POV.By the time I reach the last word, the tears are blinding.I sit frozen, the letter trembling in my hands, my chest tight, aching. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to feel. Anger, grief, shock — it’s all knotted together inside me like a storm.Without a word, I pass the letter to Malakar. He takes it, slowly, reverently. His eyes move over the page while mine fix on the amulet in my lap. It glints faintly in the soft light, as if aware it’s being seen again for the first time in years. Tears slip down my cheeks in quiet, steady streams.“I don’t know what to do with this,” I whisper. “I don’t know what it means for me. For us.”Malakar folds the letter gently and places it on the bed between us. His hand finds mine, warm and grounding.“You don’t have to decide tonight,” he says softly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”And for the first time in a long time, I let myself lean into him — not as a warrior, not as a girl caught between bloodlines — just as Hope. Los

Lucian's POV.I stand off to one side, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Talon scurry around as he puts the finishing touches on our meal. Morgana is fixing everyone a drink while Malakar and his father chat casually on the couch. Hope is standing in front of the window - staring out into space. She seems distracted, has been since I met them outside the pack house. I wonder what's up with her - I'll ask her about it later. Velara is keeping herself busy by setting the table. She seems nervous - flustered even. A far cry from the once confident Luna who had enough guts to threaten me into keeping my mouth shut about her secret.I shake my head and smile to myself as I remember that day. I try my best to look casual, tucking my hands into my pockets as I watch all of them. I feel torn, part of me aches for this - this kind of easy, real family relationship, something that I never had. Family dinners, inside jokes, helping out, just being part of something. But another part

Malakar's POV.The room has gone quiet - not a single sound can be heard save from the sound of Velara's staggered breathing. The joyous atmosphere from just moments ago completely dissipated.Our mother sits in the far corner, wringing her hands in her lap - eyes unfocused and filled to the brim with unshed tears.Lucian watches her just as he watches Hope and me. His eyes dart wildly from one to the other. His shoulders are tense, his back rigid - jaw tight, unyielding. A strange fire burns behind his wild eyes.Morgana sits on the sofa, stunned. She holds onto Talon's hand as if her life depended on it. Talon keeps his gaze firmly locked on the carpet in front of him, but I can see the wheels spinning - he looks just as intrigued as he does upset by the epic bombshell that Hope dropped on all of us tonight.None of us could have guessed that this night would end like this.I shift my gaze to my mate - to Hope, still standing next to me. She watches all of them carefully, searching

Lucian's POV.I volunteered for a patrol shift this morning.The forest is quiet — too quiet. The kind of silence that presses against your skin like a warning. A thick blanket of grey mist curls low around my boots, veiling the ground in soft obscurity. Moisture clings to everything — the skeletal branches above, the fallen leaves crunching beneath my steps, even the fur of the smaller animals darting through the undergrowth in search of breakfast.I needed the space. Needed time away from everyone. Time to think... to untangle the whirlwind in my head.The prophecy.Those damn words.All this time, I’ve been drowning in anger — rage at Velara. My mother. I resented her for abandoning me, hated her for walking away from me and my father like we were nothing. I could never make peace with it — how she just left.But now...Now it turns out she may never have had a choice. Fate had its own plans for her. Maybe no matter what she did, she would’ve ended up with Vladimir. She would’ve ha

Emory's POV.The mood grows increasingly awkward as we all stand around outside, waiting for Velara and Vladimir to arrive. Malakar and Hope thought it best for everyone to be present before I begin explaining what I know about Hope’s father and the prophecy. I agree with them — I just wish everyone would stop looking at me in a dozen different ways.Hope stares at me like I — and I alone — hold the answers to everything she’s ever questioned about her life. There’s so much expectation etched into her face, it almost breaks my heart. I really feel for her. She might not believe it after everything that’s happened, but I care about her — deeply. She’s my friend. My best friend. The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt her, to betray her trust. But I had no real choice — not when the truth meant risking the safety of my pack… of our entire species. I can only hope she’ll understand that someday — that she’ll be able to forgive me, maybe even trust me again.Malakar keeps his gaze mostly