Semua Bab The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Bab 21 - Bab 30

ARYA He cocked his head to the side as though he was daring me to snap at him with a snarky response. But for the life of me, I couldn't utter a word. I could only stare at him with wide eyes, my brain refusing to work. I watched him as he extended a claw and slashed it across his palm. He took hold of my jaw and lowered it, forcing my mouth open. I didn't fight him, knowing that his blood could heal me. The dark red liquid slid down my throat, and instantly the pain in my back vanished. With his gaze locked on mine, he wiped the corner of my lips with his thumb. "You know, I was truly impressed by your stunt back in my study. You've constantly surpassed my expectation, Arya. It makes me want to kiss you senseless," he said, and I blinked at him, confused. Heat curled in my stomach, my breath hitching in my throat. His statement was clear enough. However, where did all of my pent-up anger go? And why the hell am I getting lost in his eyes? I gulped, gripping the sheets on my be

ARYA Daxton knew exactly how to get under my skin, and I hated him for it. I'd just informed him of my plan to torture him to death, yet, there he was, smiling at me like a puppy awaiting his treat. "Do you really not value your life?" I asked him, and he shrugged. "I've lived for too long. Life has simply lost its meaning." His voice held undertones of melancholy even though he tried to hide it under a guise of nonchalance. I squinted at him, curious. Just how old was he? I still couldn't believe that he'd gotten me to hug him. For a moment, he'd looked so broken and lost, I had felt his pain like it were mine. I only regretted it after my arms were wrapped around him. The breeze whipped his hair against his face, and he brushed the strands away from his face, only for them to dip over his eyes once more. "I've been searching for the moonstone for decades. It's unlikely that you would find the other half of it by merely reading that book," he suddenly said to me. I tightened m

DAXTON There was no attacker in sight. Not even a bullet. Still, I was so sure I'd heard a gunshot. Before I could dwell on this thought for much longer, Sallie rushed out into the garden with a yellow umbrella and a soaked paper in her hand. She handed it over to me, her brows furrowed deeply with worry. "Someone placed it by the window in the kitchen. There was no break-in, though," she said, placing the umbrella over my head. Written on the damp paper with black ink were the words: Give up the moonstone or she dies again. Arya's intense gaze met mine, a frown creasing her brows. "She...as in me?" "Whoever they are, they must know of your resemblance to Anessa," I pointed out, and her expression darkened. Threats never got to me. If this person wanted to confront me, why hide behind a wet paper? "Could it be your visitor, Lucien..." she said, and I shook my head, handing the paper over to Sallie. "If you were truly Anessa's reincarnation, he would be pleased," I told her and

ARYA Daxton peeked down at me through thick eyelashes, his irises glowing softly. Kneeling there in between his legs, I felt like I'd scattered the rest of my dignity into the wind. My desperation had led me to my own rock bottom. Still, why did my heart race as I gazed up at him from my position in between his legs? No...wait... In between his legs... Shit. He wasn't going to ask me for something obscene, was he? There was no way he would...right? "Now, entertain me," he said and my heart dropped. Entertain him? I stared, dumbfounded, my brain glitching as I tried to figure out what the hell that meant. It was bad enough that I was already teetering on the edge of a full-blown anxiety spiral. Now he was giving me nothing to work with? He leaned back slightly, his arms resting casually on the chair's armrests like a dark king awaiting a performance. I gulped, my gaze trailing from his face down to his toned chest peeking from his deep blue silk shirt and... My throat went

ARYA I saw the terror in his eyes when I fell. I didn't think he could feel fear, but there it was…raw and open. Lying there in his arms with all of the chaos unfolding, I understood one thing. I was the tribrid alpha's weakness. Seducing him didn't matter. I could hear the sound of violence and the pounding of feet from a distance. But nothing was clearer than the sound of Alpha Daxton's voice as he pulled me into his arms, whispering gentle words of comfort under his breath. The world was fading into a dull grey when he rose to his feet while carrying me in bridal style. And then everything went black. When I awoke again, I felt as though I was floating on clouds, numb to the sensations in my body. But he was right there by my side, holding my hand. Daxton. There was a shadow of grief hanging over his features, and there were dark circles under his eyes. I wanted to ask him why he was so bothered that his enemy was down, but sleep whisked me away again. I stirred awake once mor