บททั้งหมดของ Back Into The Alpha’s Arms: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

ELEANORI kept myself busy. That was the only way to survive today.The morning had barely begun, and I had already mastered the art of avoidance. I made sure to stay within Kate’s orbit, her tiny fingers curled around mine as she chattered about things only a three-year-old could find endlessly fascinating. Mom hovered close. I could feel her watching me, measuring my silence, dissecting my movements.Tristan was nowhere in sight. I had made sure of that.It wasn’t easy. Every nerve in my body was attuned to him, a constant awareness that lingered no matter how hard I tried to push it down. I felt him before I saw him. Caught glimpses of him in my peripheral vision. A shadow, a presence pressing against the edges of my control.I refused to look.Kate tugged on my sleeve, pulling me back to the present. "Mommy, look! I made a flower!" She held up a handful of crushed petals, her bright eyes gleaming with pride."That’s beautiful, sweetheart." I forced a smile, brushing a loose curl f

ELEANOR“Lord Tristan.”The title felt unnatural on my tongue, too formal. But we weren’t alone. And after everything that had happened, I needed that small barrier between us.The crisp scent of dew lingered in the air, the soft crunch of gravel beneath my boots filling the silence. Tristan stood a few feet away, his back straight, his expression unreadable as he turned toward me.“Eleanor.” His voice was unreadable. He held himself with the same controlled composure he always did, but I knew better. I could see the tension in the way his hands curled at his sides, the slight shift in his stance. He was bracing himself.For a moment, neither of us spoke.I took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. For running away that night.”The words were quiet but heavy. I had run—not just from him, but from what I felt, from what being close to him meant. Guilt twisted in my chest. “I shouldn’t have left like that.”Tristan's eyes flickered with something unreadable before he exhaled, shaking his head.

ELEANORI had once believed that love—real, lasting love—could be built. That it wasn’t just about fate or the pull of instincts but about choices, about effort. Cedric had made me believe that.And then, just as easily, he had proven me wrong.At first, he had given me everything. When I arrived in Moonclaw, young, heartbroken, and desperate for something to hold onto, he had showered me with affection. He had whispered promises into my skin, had vowed that I would never regret choosing him. And I had clung to those promises, because the alternative—admitting I had made a mistake—was too terrifying to consider.But as time passed, the fire of his devotion dimmed. The man who had once chased me relentlessly, who had fought to win my heart, began pulling away. He buried himself in his duties as Beta, always too busy, always with an excuse. At first, I told myself that he was simply dedicated to his pack. But as the years stretched on, I could no longer ignore the truth—Cedric had fough

BEATRICE"He is slipping, Beatrice. I see it in his eyes."Aurora's voice was hushed, but the urgency in her tone was sharp enough to slice through the dimly lit chamber. She sat opposite me, fingers clasped tightly around the silver goblet in her grasp. The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the stone walls, painting our conspiratorial meeting with an almost poetic menace.I arched a brow, swirling the dark wine in my goblet before taking a slow, deliberate sip. "Of course he is. We expected this. The only question is how much longer before he completely unravels."She exhaled, her grip tightening. "He barely speaks unless it’s about them. He’s obsessed. Guilt-ridden, but obsessed all the same."I smirked, a cruel amusement dancing in my eyes. "Good. Let him suffer. Let him feel their absence like a phantom limb, aching and useless. That way, when we finally offer him reprieve, he will have no choice but to take it."She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin lin

ELEANOR The silence in Tristan’s office was deafening. The dim glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows against the walls, pressing down on all three of us. I sat across from Tristan, arms crossed, my expression carefully schooled into neutrality, but my mind was anything but calm. Maurice leaned against the far wall, his features drawn in deep thought.Tristan ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "Cedric knew. He knew about the supply routes, about our border patrols. He even knew Elle got the royal midwife position and he also knew Kate got enrolled in preschool in Nightshade already. There’s no way he got that information on his own."Maurice's jaw tightened. "That means there’s a traitor in Nightshade. Someone feeding him intel."I clenched my fists in my lap, nails digging into my palms. A traitor. The very idea sent a wave of unease coursing through me. Nightshade had always been my safe haven, a place where I had built myself back up from the ashes of Moonclaw’s betrayal