All Chapters of The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DAXTON The doors slammed open with a loud crack, and I sucked in a sharp breath, realizing that I'd been under a freezing spell. Panic tore through me for a second as the fear that so much time had passed gripped me. But then I saw her. Arya. She was running. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blood smeared her temple, and her hair was a tangle of chaos and wild beauty. Her dress was torn, her bouquet forgotten, and her heels were gone, but gods, she was the most radiant thing I had ever seen. My heart lurched into my throat. She stumbled, caught herself, and kept running right into my arms. I caught her mid-stride, lifting her off the ground as she threw her arms around my neck. And we kissed passionately. The wedding procession went on as if the entire hall hadn't just been frozen under a spell. The priestess began to speak, but I barely heard her. All I saw was Arya. The bruise on her cheekbone made my rage bubble just beneath my skin. But it was a relief that I

ARYA I couldn’t go back to sleep after my nightmare. Even when Daxton wrapped himself around me like he always did, my body tensed beneath his weight. My fingers had grazed his wrist, and for the first time, I wished I didn't feel his pulse. Because it didn't soothe me anymore. It scared me because it made me feel like it belonged to something that was mimicking his life. The next morning, I called Elizara. She was the only one I could trust outside the pack. And if anyone could confirm what Tyrone feared, it was her. She arrived just after noon, wearing a pal blue trench coat. She stepped inside and immediately froze. Her gaze swept the living room, then the stairs. Then... the ceiling. "Where is Daxton?" she asked softly. "At the office." She exhaled sharply. "Good." I followed her in silence as she slowly moved through the house, barefoot, her fingers outstretched as if she was reading Braille along the air. She paused in the study. Then in the kitchen. Then in our

ARYA They left another one today. A single gold lily drenched in perfume and wrapped in black silk, with a sigil scorched into the stem. It was always placed right at our door, as though announcing their sickening devotion. I didn't even flinch anymore whenever I saw them. I'd just burn them. Every single time. And still, they came. The doorbell never rang. We never hear the footsteps either. The lilies just kept appearing. We were being watched and followed by the worshippers of Veyros. And my husband was breaking apart. Daxton hadn't been able to keep food down in days. He was burning through fevers faster than I could get them down. The moment I tried to draw power into my palms to heal him again, he jerked as if I'd struck him with lightning. He was curled on the couch, his skin pallid, his jaw shadowed with stubble. A throw blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, and his hands were trembling. His lips were dry and cracked. His eyes...Gods, his eyes were vacant one

ARYA He was waiting for me in the basement. The same place we had locked him away in desperation. The same place his screams had once echoed through the walls when Veyros clawed at his mind. But tonight, it was silent. As I descended the stairs, I already knew. This was it. Daxton stood in the center of the room, bathed in the dim orange glow of the emergency lights. He looked like a ghost of himself. He was hollow-cheeked, pale, but calm. In his hands was the dagger. The cursed one. The one I had once driven into his chest when Tyrone had used my hands. The one that could end this. End him. I stopped at the bottom step, the air suddenly seemed too thick to breathe. "Daxton..." His eyes lifted to meet mine, and for a second, he smiled. The real kind. "I waited until it was really me again," he whispered hoarsely. "Didn't want him stealing this moment." "No...don't talk like that—" My voice broke. I crossed over to him and slammed my fists against his chest, shaking

DAXTON The couch was too short and too narrow. But none of that mattered. Not when she was just down the hall. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt her and heard her soft sighs. Every wall in this house still carried the memory of us, and even if my mind didn't remember, my body did. It ached with it, with her. The scent of her lingered in the pillow she'd left me. Lavender and vanilla and home. I turned over again, restless. I'd tucked a blanket over myself, but my hands were clenched in the fabric, my jaw tight. There was this awful hum inside me as if something was trying to break free. The only peace I had all day was when her hand touched mine. I didn't know why I needed her like this. But I did. I was just starting to drift, finally, when a sharp cry shattered the silence. I shot up to my feet when she let out another cry. The hallway stretched forever. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break out and get to her faster. I th