บททั้งหมดของ Seed Of the Strongest Alpha: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 16

"Caelan?"The man sitting at the piano was Caelan. He rose from the bench and walked toward me, his steps calm, his gaze sharp under the dim light. His shadow stretched long across the marble floor, as if something older and darker lurked behind his form."Did my piano playing disturb your sleep, Sierra?" he asked, his voice deep and gentle, though for some reason, it carried a tone that made it feel like he already knew my answer.I shook my head slowly, still not fully believing what I was seeing. "It didn't disturb me… but I felt like… I could feel the sorrow in that song."He stopped right in front of me. His silver eyes looked darker tonight, as if hiding something unexplainable."It was beautiful," I said softly, trying to break the tension between us. For some reason, his gaze always made me feel awkward and uneasy—a strange, fluttering sensation I couldn’t quite shake."Yes. It was a song someone used to love," Caelan replied.His tone was flat, but there was something behind

I stared at all the belongings that had been moved from my apartment to this place. Everything had been brought over by Caelan’s men.One by one, I opened the boxes stacked in the corner. They’d truly brought everything—including my marriage certificate with Ronan. I needed to start filing for divorce as soon as possible, so he would stop bothering and harassing me.My gaze lingered on the worn cover of that marriage book. My fingers traced its edges, feeling the rough texture. It was strange—this object had once been the symbol of something I thought would last forever, yet now it felt like nothing more than proof of an expensive mistake.I let out a long breath and tossed it back into the box. “That’s enough. This needs to end.”Grabbing my phone, I searched for the number of a lawyer a friend had once recommended. As soon as I found it, I pressed the call button.A calm, professional voice answered on the other end.“Hello?”“Is this Attorney Brade?” I asked.“Yes, speaking. And yo

“We’ve arrived,” Aeron said as he opened the car door for me. I stepped out and looked at the building before me—it was a public cemetery, the final resting place of my parents. It had been far too long since I last visited them.“I’ll go in alone. Can you wait here?” I needed privacy—to talk to my parents about so many things without anyone else listening.“Of course, Miss. I’ll wait here,” he replied.I made my way into the cemetery. The air inside felt different—damp, quiet, carrying echoes of the past. Wild grass grew in certain corners, swaying gently in the late afternoon breeze. The scent of wet soil mingled with the fading, almost rotten fragrance of flowers left to decay in old vases.My steps halted in front of two wooden gravestones already covered in moss. I stood there, brushing my palm over their surfaces, feeling the cold, rough texture seep into my skin.“Hello, Dad… Mom,” I whispered, my voice barely rising above the rustle of the wind. “I’m sorry it’s been so long si