Semua Bab Alpha Nolan: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Natalia:The fire cracked softly in the hearth, but I barely noticed it anymore. I was curled into the far end of the velvet sofa, the weight of a thick book resting in my lap, open to a page I hadn’t read in the past twenty minutes.My fingers traced the edge of the paper, but my eyes were far away, staring into flames, into memories, into moments that didn’t belong in this place.I remembered the scent of my old room, jasmine and vanilla, mixed with ink and old parchment. I remembered the garden my mother loved to walk through after sunset, her sharp voice softening when she spoke to the flowers she never let the maids touch. And I remembered my father.Not as the cold figure the world saw, but as the man who stood behind me at the edge of the training field, hand on my shoulder, whispering, "The moment you let them believe you're soft, you're done for. And that is why you must always be strong…"Flashback:“But Daddy, what if I don't want to be strong? What if I just want to be a g

Natalia:The next morning, something was different.I couldn’t place it. Couldn’t name it. Couldn’t quite point at the moment it shifted.But it had.I felt calmer. My wolf, less aggressive, less trying to hide, more open to this place.Maybe it was the way the sun felt warmer on my skin than it had in weeks.Maybe it was the quiet comfort of sleeping through the night without tossing or turning.Maybe it was the kiss I hadn’t expected, one that left me breathless and confused.But the heaviness in my chest felt lighter.And I didn't know how to react to it.I still didn’t trust this place.Still didn’t trust him.But I didn’t feel like drowning anymore.I didn't feel like I was being pushed into something that I couldn't deal with.After breakfast, quiet, solitary, as usual, I stepped out toward the training grounds. I hadn’t meant to stay long, but the sound of laughter pulled me closer. The younger trainees, barely teens, were practicing combat forms, some of them wobbling in their

Mira:She was too calm.Too composed.Too Luna.It made my jaw tighten as my insides boiled with rage.We walked through the boutique-lined street of the northern district, a place I once dreamed of coming to… not as a guest, not on someone else’s arm, but on my own. As someone respected. Desired. Chosen.Instead, I was here because she was here.Natalia.The woman who used to be the same as me. Who used to command me with a single glance. Who used to sit in rooms I wasn't allowed to enter until she called for me.And now?Now she wore the Luna title like it had always belonged to her.And I was still walking by her side, one step behind her even, because it was her who was coming here, not me.Even as she walked with me now, her steps steady, her smile quiet, her body clothed in understated elegance, there was a glow around her that burned me more than I cared to admit.“I didn’t expect you to say yes,” I said lightly, looping my arm through hers again, watching her from the corner o

Natalia:“I swear Mira, you made me buy everything that you saw.” I muttered to myself as I stared at the empty bags that were in front of me. Technically, Mira was not even here, but she was the reason behind this shopping spree. Whenever I did tell her that I didn't need this or I didn't need that, she believed that I did.And Needless to say, she did not even allow me to argue. She just simply took her to the cashier.I had just pulled the last shopping bag onto the bed when the knock came, short, almost lazy. But the door was already open, and when I turned, he was standing there. Nolan.I raised an amused eyebrow as I turned to look at him. He smirked at me.He leaned against the frame like he owned the entire world and didn’t care who knew it. And for a second, everything just seemed normal, out of order, out of everything that would have been considered wrong in a world like ours.One hand casually in his pocket, the other brushing lightly against the doorframe. His eyes scanne

Natalia:A week passed.And somehow, everything… shifted again.Not loudly. Not drastically. But enough that I felt it in the way people looked at me. And it was in the way that they treated me.The training grounds were my haven now. They were mostly where I spent my day when I wasn't inside, and even then I wasn't alone anymore.I found myself going back there day after day, sometimes even before breakfast as I worked my way towards the training.The younglings greeted me with unfiltered excitement, their squeals and laughter echoing through the field as they rushed to show me what they had learned, or begged me to show them something new. And it amazed me how fast they learned.They started calling me Luna.Not because they were told to.But because they wanted to.It caught me off guard the first time. A shy whisper from a young boy after I helped him with his footwork.“Thank you, Luna,” he had said, wide-eyed and breathless.I almost corrected him. Almost reminded him that I had