Semua Bab The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Bab 31 - Bab 40

DAXTON Relief crashed into me so hard, my knees felt weak even while I sat there in my chair. I'd literally been saved by this unexpected situation. What impeccable timing. "What's your take on this?" I asked Arya, and she frowned. "Why are you asking me that?" "I need to know if you still need me to handle this. You were about to reject me after all." The words tasted bitter and revolting. Arya lowered her head. "If I went ahead to reject you, would you really give me away to him?" I rose to my feet. "I can't choose for you." She looked up at me, a spark of irritation igniting in her eyes. "That's blackmail." "Look, I don't know what's going on between the both of you, but we need to do something quickly," my brother said, his voice laced with concern. Arya groaned, her hands tangling in her hair, fingers gripping the strands like she could tear them out to escape this suffocating mess. "What do I do?" she rasped. At this point, it was obvious that the alpha king would hav

ARYA Anxiety gripped me as I stared at the journal in Alpha Daxton's hand, my mind descending into chaos. How did he find the journal? Had it been in his possession all along? "You're not going to talk?" He arched a brow at me, and I blinked, struggling to regain my composure. "I don't even know what that ring is. I swear I didn't steal it," I blurted out. He stared at me for a few seconds. Then he let out a sigh. "If your competitor is going this far to set you up, they must hate your guts," he pointed out, and I heaved a sigh of relief. He believed me. Alpha Daxton closed the jewellery box and held out the journal to me. "Here's your gift," he said. I tried not to act too excited, but my fingers trembled as I took the book from him, my heart thumping in my chest. "You knew that I wouldn't have stolen your ring, didn't you?" I asked, and he shrugged. "It was just an excuse to give you that journal," he replied, and I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. "How did you find it

ARYA It was unnerving how Aunt Sally was constantly stealing glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. I'd woken up earlier this morning, only to find myself in Daxton's bed, wearing one of his shirts. I'd been horrified to know that he'd changed my clothes without my permission, but what worried me more was the fact that I couldn't recall why I'd ended up in his bed. The last thing I remembered was tending to him in bed. Judging from the side eyes Aunt Sally was sending my way, she definitely knew something I didn't. Clearing my throat, I dropped the damp cloth which I'd been using to wipe the kitchen counter. Then I moved over to where she stood, pouring hot water into a teacup. She stiffened once I was close enough. "Is there something you would like to say to me?" I asked, and she shook her head. Letting out a sigh, I latched onto her arm, resting my head on her shoulder. "Sallie, I thought we'd grown closer. Do you bear a grudge against me?" I asked. "I don't. It's n

DAXTON A few hours ago, I was distracted. My mind was flooded with Arya’s flushed face. I couldn’t get over how flustered she’d been when she’d learnt of her odd behaviour the night she’d shifted. “You seem to be in a great mood today, Alpha,” Skye said, and I blinked, only to find my officials watching me with curious smiles on their faces. I must’ve smiled or done something so unlike me. I cleared my throat, trying not to show how flustered I was. “Were you even listening at all?” Mason asked, his voice laced with amusement. I winced, pushing my hair away from my face. “I just received information from the scouts at the gate, Alpha,” Soren suddenly said, and I raised a brow. “What is it?” "There's someone at the gate," he responded, and I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "Who is it?" He hesitated, his shoulders tensing. I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. "Is it Lucien?" He nodded, and I groaned, muttering a curse under my breath. "Should I send him awa

ARYA My heart hammered in my chest, dread holding me captive as I awaited his response. This was the moment that would decide our future. It was the moment that would break or fix us. And as much as I was terrified, I needed to hear the truth, even if it killed me. Daxton didn't look at me. His eyes were fixed on the corner of the studio, like he was seeing ghosts I couldn't see. "That night," he began in a hoarse voice, "I came to your house... broken. The darkness inside me was eating me alive, and I didn't want to become the monster it was trying to make me. So I went to her. To beg her to end it. I begged her to kill me." My breath hitched. "What?" His eyes turned glassy. "She was powerful. She had every reason to isolate herself from me, just like everyone else had done. I thought... she would do it. But she didn't." He turned to face me, his expression hollow. "She refused. She said there was still light in me. That killing me would mean losing hope for something g