บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by my Ex-husband's friend : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

First Person’s Perspective FloraI closed my eyes because my body was tired, but deep inside I was terrified of sleep. I didn’t want it. I didn’t welcome it. Sleep had become my enemy. But my body betrayed me. My eyelids grew heavy. My breath slowed. My thoughts blurred. And then, before I could fight it, sleep came. It came like a thief, quick and heavy, and dragged me down into its trap.The dream was waiting for me.This time, I was not running. My feet were not moving at all. I was standing in the middle of the clearing. The trees circled me like tall guards. The air was heavy, wet, pressing against my skin. The sky was gray and thick, like it would rain, but the clouds felt wrong—too low, too close, too heavy. My heart beat fast, faster than normal. My chest rose and fell like I had already been running, even though I was standing still.I looked around, and I saw them. Leo. Lucas. Members of the pack. Faces I knew. Faces I trusted. But something was wrong. Their faces were pale

First Person’s Perspective KiranI had to tell Flora what I just heard. The words were like fire sitting under my ribs, pressing against my chest, clawing to get out. They burned and hissed, and I knew if I kept them inside for too long, they would destroy me. Flora needed to know. She deserved to know.I started walking fast, pushing through the trees, snapping branches under my feet. The sound echoed strangely in the quiet. The forest felt endless, stretching out in every direction, but I wasn’t afraid. I told myself I had gotten out of the accident fine. I told myself I was strong enough to move. My body didn’t even hurt. My skin felt cool and smooth, as if nothing had ever touched it. That should have been strange, but I didn’t think about it. I only thought about finding Flora.The path under me was narrow and soft, covered with damp brown leaves. Each step made a soft crackle. The smell of wet earth and pine was heavy in the air, almost too strong. I moved quickly, breathing h

Third Person’s PerspectiveLeoWhen the news came to him, Leo stopped moving. It was as if the whole world paused for a moment. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes narrowed as though he hadn’t heard correctly.“Kiran… is awake?” he asked again, his voice low, heavy with disbelief. The words felt strange even in his own mouth.“Yes, Alpha,” the guard repeated quickly, almost nervously. “She opened her eyes not long ago. The doctors are with her now. She is conscious.”For a heartbeat, Leo did not move. Then slowly, almost shakily, he lifted his head toward the ceiling. His chest rose and fell with a long, heavy breath that carried relief he hadn’t felt in weeks. “Thank you, Moon Goddess,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. His heart was full. Finally, Kiran had returned. Finally, someone who might reach Flora when no one else could.Without waiting, without thinking twice, Leo turned and rushed down the hall. His long strides echoed on the floor, quick and heavy, carr

Third Person’s PerspectiveLeo walked with long, heavy strides, his steps echoing down the dim corridor that led to the dungeon. His mind spun with Kiran’s words.Bailey.He had already known about Elena. He had kept her locked away for days, questioning her again and again. She was stubborn, she lied, she stayed silent,but she slipped at times, enough for him to know she had a hand in Flora’s ruin. But Bailey…His chest tightened painfully. How could a sister do that? Blood was meant to be sacred. Even when siblings fought, even when bitterness grew, there was always something left,some small bond. Yet Kiran’s voice had been steady. She hadn’t doubted for a moment. Bailey and Elena, working hand in hand.The thought turned Leo’s stomach. How much hatred must live in Bailey’s heart to destroy her own blood?He gritted his teeth as he descended the stone steps. The air grew colder, the smell of damp stone rising around him. The dungeon always carried a heavy silence, broken only by the

Third Person’s PerspectiveWhen Leo left Flora in the hospital bed that night, she was still asleep. For the first time in a long while, her face looked calm. The lines of fear that had stayed on her forehead were gone. Her lips were soft, no longer trembling with words of fear.The sedative in her body pulled her into a deep sleep, but it was not the drug alone that gave her peace. The bracelet was gone. The cursed silver that had chained her to nightmares had been broken. And because of that, the voices and the shadows that had tormented her every night finally went quiet.For the first time in weeks, maybe even months, Flora slept without seeing darkness chasing her. She slept without hearing whispers calling her name. She slept without waking up in terror.The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she felt strange. For a moment, she thought she was still inside one of her dreams. The hospital ceiling looked too white, too clear. Usually, she would see shadows moving across it, t