บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s chosen one : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 99

Violet’s POVThe moment Rose’s words reached me, it felt as though the world had shifted beneath my feet. My mother was gone and she had left the castle. The weight of it pressed against my chest, a suffocating heaviness that stole my breath. I wanted to deny it, to cling to some scrap of hope that maybe Rose was mistaken, maybe she had misheard or misunderstood, but deep inside I knew it was true. My mother left without me, and in that instant, I felt more alone than I ever had in my entire life.Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My pain wasn’t just sadness; it was sharper than that, jagged with betrayal and threaded with anger. Anger at Xaden most of all. He had sworn to protect me, to stand by me, and yet time after time he failed. Instead of shielding me from heartbreak, he was the very one who had opened the door and let it pour in. He had promised me strength but left me weak. He had promised me safety but left me vulnerable.I clenched my fists, nai

Violet’s POV My hands shook as I bent down to shake him, desperate for any sign of life, for even the smallest flicker of recognition. “Xavier!” I shouted, my voice trembling with fear. “Wake up! Please!”I could hear his heart beating fast. He could not move his mouth, he could not answer, he could not even look at me. A cold moved through my veins, and I felt my heartbeat hammering against my ribcage.I glanced down at the bracelet, clutched so tightly in his fingers. My eyes widened as I saw it slip from his grasp and fall to the floor. The second it left his hand, the convulsions ceased, his body relaxing as though the invisible chains that bound him had been released. I stumbled back slightly, staring at the bracelet with a mixture of disbelief and relief.Xavier lay still for a bit longer, and then slowly got up. I could sense pain and struggle as he tried to move carefully. I breathed a shaky sigh, relief washing over me, but my mind was still racing. What had just happened?

Mira’s POVMy knees ached against the cold marble floor as I scrubbed. The hall, endlessly long ahead of me. I pressed harder, desperate to erase the sticky stains, but it felt as if the dirt glued on with the same determination as the curse that bound me in this twisted body.Because it wasn’t my face the world saw. No one saw Mira anymore. To them, I was Lyra.The thought of it burned me from the inside out. I, Mira, was on my knees like a common servant while whispers moved all around, they were all whispers about me. About "the mistress" Mira, as they called her now, spoke with both fear and awe. Yet those words didn’t touch me. No. They were directed at the illusion Lyra wore like a second skin.I froze when I caught fragments of gossip from two maids not far off. They leaned into each other, their voices pitched low but not low enough to keep me from hearing.“Did you hear? The mistress offered to have Lyra work directly under her. She refused” “What? And she refused?”“Yes. T

Xaden’s POV“ You don't need to know who I am,” she whispered“ I know you're not Mira or Lyra…”The girl before me stood too boldly to be a mere maid.Even draped in Mira’s face, she carried herself with a brazenness that didn’t fit the role she had stolen. Her every gesture was filled with arrogance, as if the stolen skin she wore was a crown instead of a mask. I studied her in silence, my mind a storm beneath the calm I presented.Every part in my body felt like putting a dagger in her chest. I could have killed her.The thought struck me as sharp and natural as breathing. Her deceit had already brought more chaos than I cared to admit. Because of her, Violet was thrown into the dungeon, branded for crimes she had not committed. This imposter had stirred the waters, dragging innocent lives into her cruel games. Ending her here and now would have been too simple. I would ruin her and make it known to everyone.But killing her would end the game too soon.And I needed her. I needed

Violet’s POVI felt it all over my body.Pain.It clawed at my body, gnawing at my muscles, my ribs, my very bones. Each stroke of the whip left me raw, trembling, and aching in ways I didn’t think a human body could endure. The guard’s arm moved with relentless precision, as though he were a machine programmed to inflict pain, yet even his muscles began to tire. Hours had passed, the torchlight flickered against the stone walls of the chamber, casting long shadows that danced like demons on the floor.The flogging was interrupted by a stranger who walked in. I made use of the opportunity to give myself a break.“ Isn't this Lady Violet?” The man sounded shocked. “And you're flogging her. Who's orders?” He asked“ That's not your concern or mine. I was given an order to flog her until she makes a sound” he answered“ Leave,” he added and continued to beat me.I refused. Not a single cry, not a whimper, not even a gasp. I held the mask of stoicism tighter than any armor, though my ba