Semua Bab Dear Ex Mate, Look At Me Now, I Now Belong To Your Alpha : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Raina's point of view “Er… you’re looking so beautiful, so gorgeous,” Dorian said softly, his voice carrying more weight than a simple compliment.“Thanks,” I whispered, my eyes locked on him because he wouldn’t let me look away.The moment my gaze drifted to his hands, something twisted deep inside me.Goddess, give me strength just for tonight. After this, I swear I’ll disappear from Dorian’s sight.“Shall we?” he asked, extending his hand to me.“Yeah,” I nodded, slipping my hand into his. Together we walked down the hall, every pair of eyes fixed on us, the sound of loud claps echoing like thunder around me.We sat in the seats prepared for us, a cake with my name carefully spelled out resting on the table like some symbol of fate I wasn’t ready to accept.I turned, and there sat Susana, the same woman I had met the day Dorian announced me as his fiancée. From that day on, she had stood by me as a friend.“Hi, Susana,” I greeted, forcing a smile that somehow turned genuine.“Happ

Raina's point of view "I don’t want this contract to continue," Dorian said, his voice sharp but trembling underneath.I froze. My breath caught in my throat, my heart hammering so violently it hurt. Did I hear him right?"And… why?" I managed, though my voice cracked, disbelief flooding every syllable.We had an agreement. A deal sealed in words, promises, and consequences. Until it ended, we were bound; inseparably bound. So why now? Why would he even dare say this?My chest tightened as I whispered, almost pleading, "Of course this isn’t the time. You know it’s not. We’re still tied by that contract, Dorian… by everything."But he only sat there in silence, the weight of it pressing down on me like a storm.Frustration and fear twisted inside me as I stepped in front of him, forcing him to look at me. "Dorian, talk to me," I demanded, my voice breaking, my eyes searching his for answers.And then—suddenly—I saw it. The faintest curve of his lips, a smile he tried so desperately to

Griffin's point of view I buried my hands deep into my hair, tugging in frustration as guilt weighed heavily on my chest. Dropping onto the sofa, I could barely breathe under the pressure of it all.She was drunk last night?Goddammit!I had my suspicions. That’s why I tried to ask her, tried to make sure. But she looked me in the eye, swore she wasn’t drunk. And like a fool, I believed her.Her eyes… her question… they made me drop my guard, made me conclude she was sober.All I wanted was Raina, to have her, to keep her, to call her mine. That’s why I made her that promise… a promise I swore would never shatter: I wouldn’t break her heart.And I meant it. Every single word. Because for the first time in so long, I felt like I was one step away from reclaiming my dream bride.But then I watched her walk away. I knew she needed space to breathe, and so I let her go, even though every part of me screamed to run after her.She’s angry—furious—at me for sleeping with her. And damn it… s

Chapter 88Dorian's Point of ViewI tore through the footage, my pulse racing with every passing second. My stomach twisted into knots as I saw Raina being taken. My heart dropped, was she okay? I prayed to the goddess that she was. We managed to get the plate number, and I sent Luiz to track it down. It nearly shattered me to send him off, but I had to know she was safe.I couldn't ignore the gnawing doubt about Luiz’s recent behavior. Something felt off, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe he’d betray us so coldly. Still, the suspicion lingered, gnawing at me. With everyone after Raina, it could be anyone but the stakes felt high, and that made me think someone inside was pulling the strings.Once I get back to the palace, I’ll interrogate everyone, guards, maids, everyone. Whoever’s behind this will be exposed, no matter the cost.The thought of Raina in danger was suffocating, tearing me apart. I won’t stop until I have her back.But before I leave, I need to deal with this

Chapter 90Author's point of view In the heat of the day, the clang of hammers striking steel echoed like thunder across the grounds. Sparks flew from the blacksmith’s forge, and the steady rhythm of iron meeting iron was broken only by the booming commands of men drilling their soldiers. The air reeked of sweat, smoke, and tension.Through the noise and dust, Gael appeared. His head was shadowed by a black hat, his tall frame draped in a dark garment that carried the weight of authority. His steps were measured, but his eyes burned with an intensity that betrayed the storm raging within. This was no ordinary day, today, war brewed on the horizon, and even Gael could not predict how the battle against his uncle, Barclay, would unfold.He moved silently among his warriors, his gaze sweeping over the sharpened blades, the stockpiled arrows, the hardened faces of men preparing for bloodshed. He paused, letting the sight sink in, letting the fire of determination carve deeper into his