Semua Bab THE ALPHA’S SILENT BRIDE: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 42 TARLYN'S POV I staggered back as Lucien reached for me. I almost tripped but quickly got stabled by the wall behind me. Callen was faster. He held Lucien's hand mid-air and pulled him. “Don’t do that, Lucien. This is not you.” I stared at them wide-eyed and struggled to remain calm even while my wolf was crashing out within me. “I have warned you, Tarlyn. Don't ever speak about Isla…” He struggled in Callen's grip and were those tears? Was Lucien crying because of that girl? “You are giving her what she wants, Lucien,” Callen said to him. “She’s a witch and I know you tried to kill her the other night at the infirmary. I know everything, Tarlyn.”I fell on my knees like his words had hit me like a deadly blow. I covered my face with my hands and my shoulders shook as I tried to get the tears out. My mind raced. He knew all this while? I could not be caught now. Not now. Not ever. My lips quivered as I removed my palms from my face. “I knew you would think I was the

Chapter 44ISLA'S POV The silence at the infirmary was loud. It felt like it was screaming at me. Like it was pushing the walls closer. The smell of bleach, antiseptic and herbs ran up my nose. I coughed and opened my eyes slowly to see Serena looking at me. “You’re awake,” She whispered and took my hand in hers. I stared at her and for a while, her features blurred. I held her, wishing she would keep me grounded but I was slipping. Slipping away fast from reality. I wanted to ask for Lucien. I had not seen him in a while and I knew he was having a difficult time with the elders. I had overheard Yvonne talking to him over the phone. Yvonne. She made my stay here easier but I was tired of being a burden to everyone. I am tired of everyone making hard decisions because of me. First, Kyle and now Lucien. The same old story. Yvonne tried her best for me. Her hands were warm when she cleaned me and fed me but I could sense her growing weary. She never said a word but I sensed her hesitat

Chapter 46 ISLA'S POV I opened my eyes slowly and the lights blinded me for a few seconds. I closed my eyes and slowly opened them. I was staring at an old ceiling. It seemed like it could use a fresh coat of paint and a few repairs. I tried to sit and pain shot down my spine. I froze and winced. My body didn't seem like mine. It felt too heavy for me to move. I moved one hand and then another before trying to sit again but it didn't help. I turned my neck to scan the room. Where was I? My head banged and I couldn't even remember coming here. I closed my eyes trying to remember how I left the infirmary. The smell of eucalyptus filled my nostrils. Slowly, the memories started returning until they pressed around me. I felt like I was drowning beneath them. My eyes shot open and I snapped into a sitting position. The pain that coursed down my spine made me grit my teeth. “Easy,” I heard a voice, smooth as silk. I turned to the door and a woman stared back at me. “You were badly injure

Chapter 48LUCIEN'S POV “Lucien, you're here,” Yvonne said trying not to sound surprised. She wiped her hands on her skirt and walked to me. “Hello Yvonne,” I said slowly and she squinted. “Have you been drinking, Lucien?” I took off my glasses and she gasped, taking several steps backwards. I knew my eyes were bloodshot. “My goodness,” She rushed forward and held my face in her palms. “Is everything okay? Talk to me please. When was the last time you slept?”“The night before she left,” I muttered and tears formed a thin film over Yvonne's eyes. “But I’m fine. I just need to find her.” “Shut up,” She sniffed. “You are not fine. Look at you. You would fall sick if you continue like this. Do you think she would be happy seeing you this way?”“I just need her to come home,” My throat burned and I could taste the tears I refused to shed. “She would come home, baby. She will,” Yvonne pulled me in for a hug. “I would give you something to help you sleep.”I walked into the infirmary

Chapter 50ISLA'S POV Sayora’s house smelled strongly of burnt sage and herbs. It was the kind of smell that took roots in a place. A smell that made it look like the house was built around it. It was neither pleasant nor foul. I sat in the middle of the bed, my eyes fixed on the lone flame from the candle she lit. Nocturnal sounds surrounded us and I heard a growl from somewhere. I shivered. Sayora adjusted her glasses on her nose and continued humming as she crushed something in a pot. There was something electrifying about the tune she was humming. It made the room warm in a way fire couldn't. I let the quilt slip off my shoulder as her voice washed over me. I could see her watching me from the corner of her eyes. “You have barely said a word today. Is your voice gone? Did my charm fail?”I chuckled and shook my head. “No, I'm good. You haven't said much either.”She raised a brow. “So we're playing the silence game? Fair.” I smiled. I loved being here. With her. Inhaling her h