Semua Bab The Alpha's Betrayal: My Second Chance To Defy Fate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

CIARA’S POVThe moment my fingers touched Luna Dayo's hand, I reached for that familiar warmth inside me. The source. It always felt like holding sunlight between my palms, golden and alive and completely mine. This time, though, something felt different from the start.The warmth shimmered across my fingertips and spread to Darragh’s mother’s hands like liquid fire. I closed my eyes, waiting for the vision to come. It always started the same way—a gentle pull, like sinking into warm water. But this time, the pull felt jagged. Wrong.The vision split in two.I was watching two scenes at once, overlapping like double-exposed photographs. My head pounded from trying to process both simultaneously, but I couldn't pull away. I never could, once the visions started.In the first scene, Luna Dayo was in a dark room. The shadows pressed in around her, broken only by flickering candlelight that danced across stone walls. Someone's hands wrapped around her throat. Strong hands. Male hands.The

CIARA’S POVThe weight of Luna Dayo's words still pressed against my chest as I led Darragh toward his bedroom. Her confession about the prophecy, about her role in Riona's exile, about her acceptance of what might come; it all swirled in my mind like storm clouds. But I pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, in this moment, I knew I needed to distract Darragh from his fear. I knew I needed to shield him from obsessing over it. Because it was what he would do for me.I needed him.Darragh's hand was warm in mine, his fingers tightening slightly as we crossed the threshold into his room. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. For a moment, we just stood there, the silence stretching between us."Ciara," he said quietly, his voice carrying that careful tone he used when he was trying to read me. "What aren't you telling me?"I turned to face him, studying the concern etched in the lines around his eyes, the way his shoulders held ten

CIARA’S POVMy phone buzzed against my ear, and I pressed it closer as we drove through the winding roads leading to the academy."Ciara, sweetheart, are you almost there?" Mom's voice came through crystal clear, that familiar note of worry threading through her words.I glanced at Darragh, who was focused on the road ahead but listening. The academy's towers were just coming into view through the trees. "Yes, Mom. We should be there in about ten minutes.""And everything is alright? You have everything you need?""Everything's fine," I said, shifting in my seat to get a better view of Darragh's profile. He caught me looking and smiled, that soft expression that always made my heart flutter. "You shouldn't worry about me too much. You should worry about yourself."There was a pause on the other end, then Mom's gentle laugh. "No demon would hurt us, darling. You know that. Just have fun at the academy.""I will." The words came out more confidently than I felt."Good. Call me when you'r

SPECIAL CHAPTER: DAYO BRYNEThe weight of the jewelry box felt heavier than it should have in my hands. I ran my fingers over the intricate silver patterns carved into the lid, remembering when my own mother had placed these same pieces around my neck on my wedding day. Now I was passing them to another woman who would become part of our family.If I lived long enough to see it happen.I shook that thought away. Ciara's words still echoed in my mind. Fate can go to hell. Such bold words from such a young woman. Part of me envied her certainty, her refusal to accept what seemed inevitable."Martha," I called to my maid servant. She appeared in the doorway immediately, her graying hair pulled back in its usual neat bun."Yes, Luna?"I held out the jewelry box. "Take this to Darragh's room. Place it somewhere he'll notice it when he returns."Martha took the box carefully, her weathered hands gentle with the precious cargo. "Of course, Luna. Shall I tell him anything specific?""Tell him

SPECIAL CHAPTER: RIONA MAYCHILDThe kitchen was too quiet. I stood at the counter, scrubbing the same plate for the third time while Killian's voice echoed from the dining room. He was lecturing someone about pack politics again. Always pack politics.My hands shook slightly. I set the plate down and gripped the edge of the sink. The ceramic was cool under my fingertips, grounding me when my magic threatened to bubble up. It had been doing that more often lately. Little sparks when Killian spoke to me like I was nothing. Tiny flickers when he made those comments about "proper breeding" within earshot."Riona." His voice cut through my thoughts. "The tea service needs cleaning."I turned around. Killian stood in the doorway, his grey eyes cold and dismissive. Behind him, I could see the other pack elders still seated around the table. They'd been here for hours, discussing territory disputes and bloodline politics."Of course, father in law." I kept my voice steady. Respectful. The way