บททั้งหมดของ Torn Between my Alpha Mates: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Zoya's P.O.V Placing my hand on the glass pane, I peer inside, hoping to gain some insight.The living area appears tranquil, yet the contrast between its peace and the lifeless roses outside leaves me perplexed.I tried to recall any folklore or tales I've heard about cursed objects or malevolent spirits, but my mind drew a blank.An unexplainable chill ran down my spine, making me shiver as if unseen eyes were watching my every move.As I examined the rose bush once more, I couldn't shake off the feeling that its current state was connected to Lily's untimely demise.But how? What could have caused such an unnatural transformation?Struggling to piece together the puzzle, I stepped away from the window, my mind racing with questions.I felt the weight of responsibility pressing upon me, as if Lily's spirit is urging me to uncover the truth that lies beneath the surface.Taking one last glance at the now-withered roses, I took a deep breath and gathered my resolve, circling around t

Silas' P.O.VHis troubled expression spoke volumes, revealing the inner conflict he was wrestling with. It was evident that my confession had shaken him, throwing his world off-balance, just as his own admission had done to mine.I wondered if my words would ever be enough to bridge the chasm that had formed between us, after so long.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke up, asking, "If you really did care so much about her, then why did you run?" He clenched his fists. "You could’ve stayed and told us the truth, that you had been the one to find Lily’s dead body, not the one that killed her. Then we wouldn’t be here right now, Silas.""Would you have believed me?"Around us, it seemed as though the restaurant had fallen silent, the patrons' chatter a distant background noise.The atmosphere in the restaurant shifted around us as our intense conversation took precedence.The clinking of cutlery against plates and the hum of conversations from nearby tables seemed to fad

Ezra's P.O.VThe truth of my statement was undeniable, a reflection of the choices that had brought us to this moment.Zoya's pain on the night of our mating had been a testament to the betrayal she had felt from Silas's decision to mate with another woman, even though he claimed that his heart belonged to her.Silas's glare bore into me, and I could feel its intensity even though I did not avert my eyes from the road. "She was my mate," he hissed, the words laden with the weight of his unspoken feelings."I know that," I said firmly, my fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "But she is my mate, too. I didn't force Zoya into this. She chose to be with me….just like you chose to be with Anika."Zoya's decision to be with me had been driven by her own heart, a choice she had made in the midst of pain and the uncertainty of being left behind by someone she thought she could trust And yet, our connection was undeniable, a bond that couldn't be easily dismissed.I could swear that

Ezra's P.O.VThe journey to my house was somber, our small group moving with a sense of urgency tempered by caution.As we moved with urgency, the forest around us seemed to mock our haste with the way the trees danced lazily with the wind. I drove my car to the pack house with Zoya lying securely in the backseat while the rest of the wolves ran as escorts around us.When we got to the house, Zoya was placed in her comfortable room, surrounded by the reassuring presence of my pack members who were well-versed in providing medical care.As I stood by Zoya's side, watching her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm while the pack healers worked steadily around her, Cam taking the lead and I felt a renewed determination.The events of the day had shattered the fragile peace that had been in place, but they had also opened up a dialogue that was long overdue.It was clear that the tensions between our packs ran deep, but perhaps, in this moment of vulnerability, we could find common groun

Zoya's P.O.VThe heavy atmosphere in the room seemed to mirror the weight of the revelation.Ezra's brows were furrowed deeply, his usually composed demeanor shaken by the intensity of the situation.Beside him, Silas wore a conflicted expression, his gaze distant as if he was wrestling with his own memories."Lily... trapped in hell?" Silas's voice was laced with disbelief, a raw emotion that cut through the air like a blade. "Zoya, that can't be right. Lily was a wonderful person. A blessed soul. She was full of kindness and warmth. She'd never be condemned to something like that. I know her. I knew her."His words held a fervent conviction, a heartfelt defense of the woman he had once loved.I understood his sentiments, the urge to protect her memory from such a grim fate.I didn't hear only good things about her for no reason — of course they would be protective of her and her name even in death because she had been nothing but kind in life.And yet, the image had etched itself in