All Chapters of Colorless : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amaya’s POVI hesitated outside the Alpha's office, my palms damp. Damn it. I’m not a little princess, I can handle an Alpha. I’ve handled Jasmine’s father, Ciro was no different. Yet, his aura seemed different, almost… suppressed. I could feel whatever beast lurking beneath him was powerful, more powerful than any wolf I’ve ever met. The guards at the door exchanged wary looks but didn't stop me. I knocked once, twice, thrice, then pushed the door open before I could lose my nerve.Ciro sat behind his desk, shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on a map sprawled out in front of him. He didn't look up. "What is it, Amaya?"I lifted my chin. "It's about Jasmine."That made him glance up, his grey eyes sharp as knives. "Go on."I stepped further in, closing the door behind me. My voice was careful, steady, though my heart beat too fast. "I've been thinking about her …powers, about how her health keeps failing every time they surface. She has always had health issues but it has become worse

Ciro's office was unnervingly quiet that night. Papers lay scattered across his desk, reports from border patrols and whispers of rogue movement. But none of it seemed to matter—his thoughts were still anchored to me, pale and feverish on the couch. I could feel it through the bond. He had insisted on keeping me close by, claiming he needed to keep an eye on me. Now here I lay across from him, watching him struggle to keep his attention on the paper in his hand. My body still felt weak, heavy. The sharp buzz of his phone broke through the silence. Unknown number. His jaw clenched and I could almost see his eyes flash with anger, but he swiped the screen anyway.I couldn’t hear anything on the other end but I could tell it wasn’t good, from the way Ciro’s body tensed. I wondered who it was. He removed the phone from his ear and made to hang up butt then he caught sight of me, curled up weakly in the armchair by the fire, wrapped in one of his shirts. My head tilted, eyes hazy with f

Jasmine’s POVThe morning of our departure came heavy, my body dragging as if weighed down by stones. My head throbbed in a dull, relentless rhythm, and though I tried to hide it, every step felt weaker than the last. My reflection in the mirror had betrayed me earlier, pale skin, dark circles etched under my eyes, lips almost bloodless.Ciro noticed, of course. He always did."Are you sure you're well enough to travel?" he asked, his voice low, careful, as though saying the wrong thing might make me break.I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "I'll be fine. It's just nerves."That much wasn't a lie. My chest was tight with anxiety, fear twisting like a knife in my gut. Going back to my pack, to the place where it had all started, I wasn't ready. But at the same time, I needed answers. Besides that anxiety, something else twisted in my guts. It felt like an impending feeling of doom. Something felt … off. I didn’t know what it was but I couldn’t shake it off. Ciro reache

"Ciro?" My voice was barely a whisper, my throat closing around the name. He didn't stir.Isabella shook him harder, her hands trembling. "Wake up! Damn it, Ciro, wake up!" Her sobs cracked through the air, raw and jagged, the sound of someone breaking. Tears streaked her cheeks as she pressed her forehead to his chest, her cries echoing down the hall.I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. My body felt like stone, rooted to the floor, staring at the sight that shouldn't—couldn't—be real. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would split open."What... what happened?" I whispered, but no one heard me. Or maybe no one cared to answer."Jasmine!"Amaya's voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent. Suddenly she was there, grabbing my arm, yanking me back from the nightmare. "We have to go—now!"I stumbled after her, numb, my feet barely keeping up as she dragged me through the corridors. The walls blurred, Isabella's cries still ringing in my ears, carved into my bones."No

They didn't even bother to speak to me when they came. Just a group of maids, their eyes hollow, their grips iron. They stripped me out of the rags I'd been left in and shoved me into a gown, long, white, mocking purity. My body screamed with every tug of fabric against my bruises, but I bit down on the pain and stayed silent.The dress wasn't for me, work for me. It was for him.When they were done, they wrenched my arms behind my back, rope biting into my wrists. Two of them dragged me through the corridors. The air reeked of smoke and sweat, of fear, and something darker that made my skin crawl.They threw open the doors to a vast hall. The hall was brightly lit with a huge chandelier. The room was filled with wolves, rogues, council defectors, faces twisted with eagerness to watch. And at the centre, on a dais like a king, sat Duncan.He smiled when he saw me.The crowd quieted as I was shoved forward, stumbling until I dropped to my knees before him. My wrists burned against the