Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Bride : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Isla’s POVIt had been three days, and Liam was still chained to the rocks deep in Killian’s dungeon.Three days of him refusing blood, fighting us with what little strength he had left. We’d managed to force some down his throat, just enough to keep him breathing, not enough to make him strong, but enough to stop him from fading.Today Killian was supposed to meet Calista for the cure. I prayed it wasn’t another one of her games.The door opened and Killian walked in with Thorne behind him.“You’re not gone yet?” I asked.“I came to give you this.” Killian handed me something small. I looked down, it was a gun, shaped like a compact, polished pistol.“Hybrids heal fast,” he said, “too fast for wolfsbane or vervain to slow them for long. This fires silver bullets. They’re immune to wood which vampires aren’t, but silver works on hybrids. These bullets were soaked in vervain and wolfsbane. Three shots can keep one pi

Isla’s POV It’s been a week since we crawled out of the mess Calista dumped on us, a week since Liam nearly tore the place apart and came back from the edge of death with truths none of us were ready for. A week of pretending everything was normal when none of us had found our footing yet, it's been work work work.And through all of it, Killian has been… gone.Not physically gone, but gone in every way that mattered. If he wasn’t in a meeting, he was on a call. If he wasn’t on a call, he was dragging himself into another strategy session with the council. And if he wasn’t doing any of that, he simply wasn’t home.He didn’t sleep here anymore. Some nights I’d wake up and reach out, expecting warmth, only to find cold sheets beside me. Other nights I’d force myself to stay awake until dawn just to hear the sound of him coming in, but nothing. Not even footsteps.Just absence.And now here I was again, sitting alone in his office.His chair behind the desk sat exactly the way he left

Killian’s POV I sat at the private table they’d reserved for me, staring at the untouched glass of water as I waited for Isla.I arrived early. Earlier than I told her. Truth? I couldn’t sit still anywhere else. Not in the office, not in the car, not in my room. I’d been running on empty for weeks, meetings, negotiations, threats disguised as diplomacy but tonight, I wanted one thing. One person.Her.I looked at the chair across from me, imagining her rolling her eyes when she saw the menu, pretending she wasn’t nervous, pretending she wasn’t excited, pretending she didn’t soften the moment she saw me.A muscle in my jaw ticked.She didn’t even know how much she’d become the still point in the storm I carried.I leaned back in my seat, glancing at the entrance every few seconds without meaning to. Liam was supposed to keep an eye on her. He's capable. Reliable enough. Most importantly only

Killian’s POV For a moment, I didn’t move. Maybe it was stubbornness. Maybe pride. Maybe the simple refusal to let Adrian think he’d finally cornered me after all these years.But Liam’s breath hitched, short, broken, the kind that meant he was trying not to choke on a cry. Adrian’s fingers were already half sunk where no hand should ever be. One wrong twitch and he wouldn’t even have the chance to scream.pAdrian looked down at him like he was checking the ripeness of fruit. “Getting softer, Killian,” he said. “You used to never hesitate. You would’ve already torn through thirty men to save your own sworn brother. Now look at you.” His smile sharpened. “Stuck.”Thorne shifted behind me, but I raised a hand without looking at him. If he moved, Liam would die Adrian was reckless, not stupid. He wanted an audience. He wanted the seat that never belonged to him.I stood there, jaw locked, feeling Adrian’s stare pressing

Killian’s POV We stayed there until sunset, the heat finally easing, the stones beneath Adrian cooling just enough for him to stop shaking but not enough to save him. His breaths were shallow, each one dragging out of him like it had to fight through the dryness in his throat. His knees were raw against the stone, his head dipping forward and jerking back up again only because pride forced him to.He was slipping. Anyone could see it.But even with death brushing against him, he refused to bend.“Still on your terms,” I muttered, watching him struggle to lift his head. “You’d rather die than return to the wolf you were born as.”He opened his mouth, maybe to curse me, maybe to spit blood at my feet, but nothing came out except a rough exhale.I turned toward Calista.“If my brother dies here,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous, “the blood is on you.”She clicked her tongue dramatically, flippi