Semua Bab Becoming Blue : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The night was unusually still, the kind of silence that weighed heavy on the air, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Zaya stood at the edge of the balcony, her fingers curled tightly around the wrought-iron railing. The moonlight bathed her in a pale glow, illuminating the storm that raged within her eyes. Every shadow around her seemed alive, whispering secrets she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear.Adrian lingered behind her, his tall frame shrouded in darkness, watching her with a mixture of longing and regret. His heart twisted at the sight of her shoulders trembling, though she stood so rigidly, trying to appear unshaken. She had changed since the night she first stumbled into his world—no longer naïve, no longer innocent. She carried scars now, etched not just on her skin but deep into her soul.“Why are you hiding from me, Zaya?” His voice was low, rough, carrying a note of desperation he didn’t mean to reveal.Her fingers tightened on the railing before she finally tu

The night air was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft crackling of the fireplace in Adrian’s study. Zaya sat curled in the leather armchair opposite him, her knees drawn to her chest, eyes distant. She hadn’t spoken in almost half an hour, not since Adrian had revealed the truth of her lineage—the cursed bloodline, the Alpha bond, the hidden prophecy that seemed to circle around her life like a tightening noose.Adrian watched her carefully, his broad shoulders rigid as if bracing for an explosion that hadn’t yet come. He had faced enemies on the battlefield, slaughtered rogues with nothing but his bare hands, and carried the weight of his pack’s survival on his back—but nothing unnerved him more than the fragile silence of the woman sitting before him.Finally, Zaya spoke, her voice raw and trembling.“So… all this time… you knew what I was?”Adrian exhaled slowly. “I suspected. I didn’t have proof until the night of the Blood Moon when your power surfaced. Even then… I wasn’

The mansion was unnervingly silent that morning. Zaya woke to a pale stream of sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns across the polished marble floor. For a brief second, she thought she had overslept—but then the emptiness of the bed beside her reminded her of the truth: Adrian wasn’t there.She sat up slowly, her fingers curling around the satin sheets as last night’s memories danced in her head. His voice, deep and commanding, the way his lips had claimed hers as if trying to erase every shadow of doubt between them. But then came his words—the ones that kept echoing like a haunting refrain: “I will protect you, Zaya. Even from myself if I have to.”Her heart ached, not because she didn’t believe him, but because she knew something was coming. Something big.Sliding out of bed, Zaya crossed the room and opened the door to the balcony. The morning breeze kissed her face, carrying the salty tang of the sea. She stared at the horizon where the sun was ri

Amara stood before the mirror in the lavish penthouse suite, her reflection almost foreign to her. The pale blue silk dress clung to her curves like a second skin, and the diamond necklace Liam had sent sparkled at her collarbone. She should have felt beautiful, powerful even, but instead, her stomach twisted in knots. This wasn’t just another evening. Tonight was the charity gala—the one where Liam would make his biggest move yet.Her hands trembled as she adjusted the strap. Every fiber in her body screamed that this wasn’t just about glamour or appearances; it was a battlefield, and she was the weapon Liam intended to wield.The door creaked open. “You look… breathtaking,” came a voice that dripped with both admiration and control.Amara stiffened. His presence always did that to her—set her on edge yet drew her in like a moth to a flame. Liam stepped into view, wearing a custom black tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding presence. His gray eyes were like storm

The rain hadn’t stopped since morning, painting the glass windows of the penthouse in streaks of silver. Zaya sat on the edge of the massive bed, staring at the storm as if it could wash away the chaos inside her heart. Every drop felt like a ticking clock, counting down to the moment she had been dreading—the moment she would have to make a choice.Was she going to stay?Or would she walk away, for good this time?Behind her, the sound of footsteps was almost too soft to hear, but her body reacted before her mind did. She knew it was him. Her entire being had learned to recognize him—the weight of his presence, the stillness of the air when he entered a room.“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Adrian’s deep, velvet voice filled the silence, laced with something she couldn’t quite place.“Because it’s easier than pretending I’m okay,” she whispered without turning around.He didn’t move closer. Not yet. He simply stood there, watching her back, every muscle taut with restraint. This w