Semua Bab Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The couple are already kneeling. Heads bowed and fingers trembling. Hearts bare in front of the unlit blessing circle whose significance can make or break their union.The fire is meant to rise in sacred spirals around them, but now, it flickers weakly. The logs remain untouched, the air stale with anticipation that's bordering on panic.Alaric is gone without leaving a single word.And the murmurs around us grow, they feel like small, sharp things with teeth.“Why hasn’t the Alpha returned?”“Was there a delay?”“Should we wait?”A brief silence passes, and then a longer one. The kind of pause that makes the moment crack at the edges.Sera’s fingers dig into my arm. “Kyra.”I glance at her, startled. “What?”“You need to do it.”I blink. “Do what?"She gestures sharply to the blessing pit. “The fire. The blessing. Light it and perform the rites.”My heart lurches in my chest. “What?! No...Sera, no!”“You’re a fire elemental, Kyra. One of the only ones. You can light the circle with a

The scent of blood still lingers on Alaric’s hands. He hasn't said a word since I guided him to take a seat, meanwhile Cedric has relayed to us how they arrived to find Rhett being lifted, barely breathing, onto a stretcher and wheeled away. The flickering lights of the tower hall paints his jaw in sharp shadows, and when I step toward him, a heaviness settles in my chest, like my lungs are learning how to breathe around grief.His eyes, those haunted, piercing eyes meet mine.“Alaric,” I whisper, “you should get changed into something more comfortable."It's not a question. Blood has dried along his forearms, and his knuckles are raw which explains the holes in the wall. But none of the blood on him is his. His mania still hovers close by, not in a violent outburst, but in the terrifying stillness that clings to him.He doesn't speak. Just looks at me like he didn't realize I was real until now.“I tried to keep him safe,” he finally says, voice low, ragged. “I left the bonfire earl

The cold rouses me.A sterile cold, not like the coolness of the lush garden through the hotel balcony. No. This is dead air. The kind that clings to your skin like plastic wrap, thin and suffocating. It tastes like metal.I stir slowly, my skull pounding as if someone has set a drum to beat behind my eyes. I attempt to lift my hand but find it won't move. My wrists are bound.It is then my eyes snap open.The world that greets me is not a world at all.The ceiling above me is gray and seamless. No corners, no vents. No lights I can see, and yet the entire room is dimly lit by some invisible, artificial source. The walls...if they can be called that, are made of the same material as the ceiling. Padded, smooth, and soundless. Not a single mark or blemish.No windows. No door.No sky.I sit up too quickly, and a rush of nausea slams into me. My fingers tremble as I reach for my belly...thank heavens, I can still sense life. Small. Steady. My child… still with me.My legs aren't shackle

~KyraThe next time I woke, it is to the taste of metal in my mouth, the air is thick with the scent of bleach and something even worse. Burned ozone, like a chemical spill trapped in a jar. The gentle ache behind my eyes explodes into wrenching agony when I try to lift my head. But I notice I've been moved to a new room, it looks much the same as the cell-like room, only that this is larger and equipped with medical instruments... like an OR.I find my wrists bound to a narrow stainless‑steel table, pinned by bands lined with silver that burns into my wrists. My ankles are fixed to the table’s foot, too. I am a prisoner in every sense of the word.Bile rises in my throat and the urge to hurl. I force it down, knowing that will not help my situation. My heart hammers so hard in my chest that I think it might shatter my ribs. And something in me even hopes it does, anything was better than being strapped here like a sacrifice.Panic flares, hot and vivid, until I force myself to breat

I woke up with a gasp. My body is burning from the inside out. It's not the burning fever of illness, it is something else. Something I've never experienced before.A scorching heat that rips through my veins and leaves every nerve ending raw. I bolt upright in the abandoned cabin’s narrow bed, sweat pouring down my temples. My hands fly to my belly, my stomach clenches around the baby as if it is also caught in the blaze.My throat is so dry I can taste sand, but every breath feels like I'm inhaling liquid metal. The sheets are plastered to my legs, my shirt is soaked through. I try to swing my legs over the edge, but my knees buckle under me. Heat roars in my head, pounding behind my eyes like a war drum.This isn’t how a pregnancy should feel.I close my eyes, searching for any flicker of control, my fire element, my one weapon. But it's gone, taken away by Lana’s serum. All I have left is this agony.But this doesn't even feel like the effect of the serum. Then it hits me: I'm in