Semua Bab The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ARYA I'd been courting a monster, and sadly, I didn't realize it before now. I'd created several possible reasons for the things he'd done, believing that he was just misunderstood. Silly me had tried to make excuses for the evil he'd done. And now that his true nature was exposed in front of me, I ran out of excuses. My knees gave out, and I crumbled to the floor, staring at my father's decapitated body. Memories of him chasing Maya and me around the house replayed themselves in my head. I could almost hear the sound of our laughter. I could see him holding my mother in a loving embrace. I could see him wiping my tears after I'd tripped and hurt myself. And now, Daxton had taken him from me. "You..." My voice cracked as my gaze met his wild ones. There was no apology. Only bleak emptiness. My body trembled as a rage so great awakened inside of me. The bond between us twisted tightly and snapped. Not completely. It was replaced with something far crueller. It twisted inside

DAXTON My firecracker was like a loaded gun. She stood in front of me, drying my hair with a hairdryer, and even though I couldn't see her, I knew she was stealing glances at me. She was severely tense and had been that way since I deliriously confessed my feelings to her. At first, I didn't remember doing it. But eventually, I did. And now, I was wondering if I'd made a mistake. "Are you okay?" I asked, and she flinched. She must've been lost in thought. She pushed my hair away from my face, her fingers lightly stroking the strands. "Are you really blind?" She asked, and I resisted the urge to smirk. My vision was a little clearer than yesterday. Just a faint blur of shapes and light, but I could sense her better than she realized. And I knew that in no time, my eyesight would heal again. But I wanted to keep this to myself. I wanted her to keep touching me and tending to me just because she thought I was helpless and blind. I nodded, and she sighed. "Are you really not goin

ARYA Why would my father join the Obsidian Order? Was it because of my dead mother? Or was there something I was missing? "Your father was promised power. It runs deeper than that—" Daxton's voice trailed off as he curled in on himself, his face losing colour. I'd almost forgotten how critical his condition was. He'd come so close to dying, and because he was suddenly able to walk around without doubling over from exhaustion, I'd truly forgotten that I'd nearly killed him. "What's wrong?" I asked, bringing a hand to his forehead. He was burning up. "Shit," I cursed. How didn't I realize that he was struggling? "Can you stand?" I asked, and he grunted. I helped him up to a sitting position, rising to my feet. "This is humiliating," he mumbled as he stood up, swaying slightly. "I'm not sorry, you know?" I muttered in a low voice, steadying him. He laughed, clutching at his chest. "I deserved it," he croaked as we headed out of the garden together. I helped him throug

ARYA His body caged mine, all heat and muscle and reckless power, and I wanted more. I needed more. I barely had time to breathe before he spun me around and pressed me against the cold wall. My palms braced against it, paint smearing under my fingers. He pulled me back by the hips and slammed into me, hard, a cry ripping from my throat. Gods, he felt too good. Too right. And I was so fucking tired of pretending that I didn't crave him. "Fuck—" he growled behind me, the sound of his deep voice making my toes curl. "You want it rough? You need to be ruined, don't you?" "Yes," I gasped, my voice shaking. "By you." There was no hesitation after that. No mercy. Only the brutal rhythm of his hips slamming into mine, each thrust knocking the breath from my lungs. I didn't want gentle. I wanted to feel everything. The burn. The stretch. Him. All of him. "You're mine," he growled, thrusting deep into my core. "Then take me," I breathed. "Fucking claim me, Daxton." And when

DAXTON It was him. The cocky bastard I'd destroyed for good. At least, that's what I'd believed before now. Seeing him again filled my mind with memories so bitter I could literally taste the bile in my mouth. "You don't look so happy to see me." Theron drawled. "Why? Did you really believe you'd succeeded in burning me to ashes?" I inhaled through my nose, willing myself to stay calm. He obviously felt so much joy when it boiled down to mocking me. "What did you do to Arya?" I demanded and he shrugged. "Nothing much. I just… corrupted the power of the moonstone," he droned, and knots formed in my guts. "What?" I growled. He grinned. "She's literally become a time bomb. And when she detonates, she'll be taking you down. Isn't that what she was made for?" I snarled at him, rage boiling in my veins. But just before I could attack him, Arya grabbed my hand to stop me. I turned to look at her, my frown fading when I saw how fragile she looked. Strands of her hair stuck to her swea