Semua Bab From Omega's Daughter To Alpha's Daughter: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Mira’s POVMorning came quicker than I expected. Despite the excitement of father giving his approval and also informing the council about our mission, I would have appreciated a few more hours of sleep. The courtyard was already agog with activities, as attendants saddled horses, strapped and tightened supply packs, and double checked weapons.Cael and I stood a little far apart from them, watching everything happening with identical frowns on our faces.“This is ridiculous,” Cael muttered, glaring at the line of armored warriors waiting nearby. Ten of them… each one an elite fighter that had been specially handpicked by father himself. They looked more like an invasion force rather than escorts as father had called them, and Cael was not having it. “We’re supposed to be emissaries, not warlords riding into enemy territory.”“Tell me about it,” I said, dragging a hand down my face in exasperation. “Alpha Harold will see this and think we have come to intimidate him in his own kingdom

Halvar’s POVThe outcome of yesterday's votes was still echoing in my head long after the meeting had ended, and long after Rowland’s irritating voice had declared his children emissaries of peace.Peace… I nearly spat on the ground at the mention of that word.They had left early this morning, escorted by the best warriors in the pack that Rowland had selected himself. I had watched them in annoyance from afar, bickering about taking the guards or not… foolish people.It was late now, and the town was asleep…sleeping peacefully when my own mind couldn't find a moment of peace. I hated them even more now.I moved carefully through the deserted streets, keeping my pace unhurried so as not to draw suspicion from the patrol guards. I answered their polite greetings and casual questions about my late-night walk with a nod or two—though in truth, their opinions meant nothing to me.Drago and Edrick were already waiting for me at our new meeting place, a small cottage we had purchased under

Liam’s POVBy the time we rode through the last stretch of road back to the mansion, I was already done with the day. The errand my Father had sent me on had not been particularly difficult… just unnecessarily long, tedious, and pointless.Delivering supplies to an allied border pack didn’t really require physical presence, not when any other high ranking official could have carried it out. But no… he had insisted on me going there, and to make it even worse? He had made sure I went with Dahlia.I scowled as she rode right next to me, humming a tune that grated on my already sour mood.After a while of humming to herself, she looked eagerly at me and began babbling about the errand again, the forced conversation she kept on trying to lure me into despite my obvious lack of interest.“…and I told them, of course, that Alpha Harold’s son does not tolerate disrespect. I made sure they knew it, Liam… That you would never stand for such things. Oh, you should have seen their faces when I…”

Mira’s POVAfter dinner, Cael and I were shown to the lavish quarters on the west wing of the Alpha mansion, a treatment of luxury befitting our status. I had spent the last few months cleaning these same chambers, but now I was an honoured guest in it. Servants had bowed so low when they showed us inside that I almost thought their foreheads might scrape the floor.Cael threw himself into the nearest chair, groaning. “If I sit through another formal dinner where people pretend to like each other, I’ll lose my mind.”I chuckled softly, untying my cloak. “You behaved well enough. Father would be proud.”“Proud?” He grinned sheepishly. “He would laugh if he knew how hard I fought to stop myself from rolling my eyes when Harold called us ‘honored emissaries.’”I wanted to smile more, but the air in Pine Shadows carried a heaviness I couldn’t completely get rid off. The polite smile in that dining hall earlier had felt staged… I had sat at the table as “Princess Mira of Moonlit Pack,” yet

Dahlia's POV I didn’t sleep. How could I, when the ghost I thought I buried came back into my life with a crown on her head? Mira… little, low-born Mira had returned as a princess, not crawling, not begging, but sitting at my father’s table with her chin high. She looked at me like I was beneath her, and the worst part was… everyone in the hall had looked at her the same way. As if she belonged there. As if I didn't. The memory gnawed at me, replaying with cruel precision: Harold’s amusement, Grace’s narrowed eyes, Cael’s smug composure, and Liam… oh, Liam. He had looked at her like a drowning man catching sight of air. That look… hungry, desperate, raw… stabbed into me deeper than any dagger. And I? I was left invisible. Forgotten. I had tried to corner her afterward, to remind her of what she really was. My words had been sharp, honed from years of watching her crumble beneath them. But she hadn’t crumbled. No, she had stood taller, her eyes blazing with fire I’d never