บททั้งหมดของ The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

DAXTON The panic in Tyrone's voice made me confused and unsure of what was going on. So I followed the sound of his voice. "No, no...shit! Arya!" I heard him cry out, and the sound of her name set fire to my insides. It wasn't a feeling, it was more of a command ingrained in my bones. So, I rushed towards them without a second thought. Arya was on the floor. She was too pale and too still, her lips tinged red. Tyrone's hands were shaking as he held her. His eyes were bloodshot and wild when his gaze met mine. "She just... she collapsed—I didn't—" I reached for her hand and followed what my instincts urged me to do. Resting my other hand on her abdomen, I summoned the remnants of the power lingering in my core. And through the echo of our faint bond, I reached for her. "Breathe," I whispered, resting my forehead against hers. "Come back to me, Arya." She stirred instantly, her eyelids twitching. And that... that was when I finally breathed again. Tyrone sagged on his

ARYA The first thing I felt was velvet. It was cool and smooth beneath my cheek. The fabric didn't belong to our bed. My eyes fluttered open to dim morning light pouring through high arched windows. Dust danced in lazy spirals in the air, and the faint scent of old books clung to my clothes. I was in a library. I blinked once. Then, twice. My legs were curled beneath me on the chaise near the window, a soft blanket draped across my shoulders that I didn't remember taking. A book lay open beside me, its spine cracked and bleeding ink across the pages. I stared at it. The handwriting was... mine. But not quite. Each line curled too intentionally. My loops weren't that clean. My "g"s didn't curl inward like that. I turned another page, my heart beginning to drum faster against my ribs. There were spell diagrams, margin notes and symbols. "You're close now. Keep going. Don't forget this time." That was written at the bottom of the page. They were words scrawled in a ru

DAXTON The night was quiet, but my thoughts were not. I stood by the window in my study, my palm pressed to the cold glass. I hadn't slept. I couldn't. The house felt wrong. Arya felt wrong. She had kissed me as though nothing had changed. As if she wasn't alternating between someone I knew and someone I didn't. And gods, I wanted to believe her. I wanted to bury myself in the illusion. But I couldn’t bring myself to. Behind me, the door creaked open, but I didn't turn. I knew who it was before I even heard his voice. "Tyrone," I murmured. He didn't answer right away. I could hear the soft drag of his feet across the floor and the fragility of his breathing. He was still weak, but he was a little steadier now. "It's not Arya... not fully. It's Anessa," he said softly. I turned slowly, my gaze meeting his bloodshot ones. The air left my lungs in a rush when I saw how serious he looked. "Don't say that name," I said in a hollow voice. Tyrone stepped closer, sweat

ARYA At first, there was only silence. I floated in it, suspended in a limbo, unable to move or speak. Then I heard voices. Lucien's voice. And mine...or rather, her voice, using my mouth. I tried to claw my way to the surface, but the darkness wrapped around me like chains. My body didn't belong to me anymore. Then the kiss happened, and I felt it. It was like being buried alive while someone else wore my skin. A hundred emotions collided at once. Disgust, rage, sorrow, and heartbreak. But none of it compared to what came next: Daxton. I felt it before I saw it. The sharp sting of betrayal. I felt the way the world tilted violently as if something had just cracked inside him. "DAXTON!" I screamed inside my own mind, banging against the walls of my own bones, begging him not to believe what he saw. And as though a blindfold had just been ripped off my face, I saw everything. Daxton stood there, frozen. He looked as though someone had just reached inside his che

DAXTON She vanished into thin fucking air. One blink, she was there. The next, she was gone. It began to rain as I stood by the gate, staring at the empty space the strange woman had just been standing in. All that remained was a single obsidian card. I opened the gate and stepped out, picking it up slowly. It was heavier than I’d expected, the surface unnaturally cold. My fingers grazed the symbol carved into its center, a jagged crescent crossing through a coiled serpent. Beneath the sigil, a single line was etched in a curling silver script. “You owe the dead, Tribrid Alpha.” I closed my eyes, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. What the fuck did she mean by that? Behind me, the gate creaked open, and Arya spoke. "Would you really do it?" I turned slowly. She stood barefoot on the steps, one of my shirts hanging loosely off her frame. Her arms were wrapped around herself, her eyes red and swollen. But she held her ground. That fire in her eyes was still burning.