Semua Bab From Omega's Daughter To Alpha's Daughter: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Mira’s POVBy the time I reached the council hall, I could already hear raised voices inside. Cael stood at the long table with his back stiff and his hands pressed against the maps spread before him. Father was seated at the head of the table, flanked by Halvar and Drago. Hector leaned against the far column, silent but watchful as always.“Enough,” Father’s deep voice rolled through the chamber. “This matter is not up for debate. The assassin infiltrated our home, and until we know how, no one leaves these grounds.”A cold ripple went through the room at the statement.Halvar muttered something under his breath, but I caught it…“Paranoia won’t solve this, my Alpha.”Father turned his eyes toward him, slow and suspicious. “Paranoia didn’t bring an enemy into my courtyard last night, Halvar. Laxity did.”That silenced him for the moment.I came in quietly, unnoticed at first, and took my place beside Cael. The table faintly of smoke and old parchment. A map of Moonlit territory lay st

Alpha Rowland’s POVI didn’t want to doubt her.I didn’t. But the image of her standing over Drago’s lifeless body kept replaying in my mind…the smoke curling up from the forge, the faint metallic scent of poison, and that look in her eyes. It wasn't guilt, not exactly. Something deeper. Something I couldn’t understand.“Alpha,” Halvar’s voice broke into my thoughts, low and measured as always. “This is what happens when we open our gates too easily.”I turned sharply toward him. The courtyard outside the forge was dim, lit only by the torches mounted along the walls. The rest of the council had gathered there…Edrick, Mykos, Erion, and Lady Eliana…each wearing that same expression of grim disbelief.“Mind your words,” I warned him.Halvar inclined his head slightly, though the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “I mean no disrespect, my Alpha. But I believe we all saw the same thing. Drago is dead. The girl was with him. She admits to following him without permission. And the only evi

Mira’s POVThe fire had long died down, leaving only a small red pulse in the embers that seemed to breathe with the same uneasiness twisting in my chest. Drago’s body still lay on the ground, with his eyes wide and glassy, reflecting the trembling light.Cael walked around near the entrance like a wolf trapped in his own den, ready to explode in anger at the slightest trigger. The guards whispered occasionally, but they dared not come any closer without an order.Kira’s voice growled low in my mind, restless. They’re taking too long. Something’s wrong.“I know,” I whispered under my breath. The waiting was worse than the fear itself. Every second that passed seemed to tighten the noose around my neck.Cael stopped walking and turned to me. “You shouldn’t have followed him, Mira. You should have called for me.”I looked at him sadly. “And if I had? He would have burned that letter and vanished before we arrived. You think I’d let him destroy evidence while I waited outside like a help

Liam’s POVKai wouldn't stop pestering me…Go to her.I’d tried to silence him. I’d tried to drown the thought with training, with duty, with the lie that I had no right to care what became of Mira after what happened. But the truth clawed through the lies like fire through dry bark.I couldn’t stop thinking about her.The way she stood in the council chamber… calm despite the storm. The way her eyes, no longer the frightened ones of the servant girl I once ignored, burned with something older and wiser… something that made every instinct in me come alive.I couldn’t stay silent anymore.So before dawn, I found myself standing outside my father’s chamber with my heart hammering like it wanted out of my body. The old doors loomed in front of me, carved with the symbol of Pine Shadows… a wolf under the crescent moon. Once, that symbol had filled me with pride. Now, it felt like a chain.“Go in,” Kai growled in my head. “Say it. Tell him you’re going.”I took a deep breath and pushed the

Dahlia’s POV Liam’s door was unlocked. That was the first surprise. The second was how dark the room was…the curtains were drawn, and no candles were lit to illuminate the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt half undone, staring at the floor as if it had the answers to his entire miserable life. His shoulders were tense, and his hair was a mess. I closed the door softly behind me. “You’re thinking alone again,” I said quietly. He didn’t even look up. “What do you want, Dahlia?” The coldness of his voice hit me like a slap, but I swallowed it. “To make sure you’re alright,” I lied easily, walking closer. “Everyone could hear you and your father shouting.” He gave a bitter laugh. “Good. Let them hear. Maybe then they’ll know I’m not just his soft and humble little boy.” “If you’re going to drown yourself, at least use the good stuff,” I said, noticing the half empty glass of wine on the ground beside his bed. He finally looked at me…tired, and with