Semua Bab Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha : Bab 191 - Bab 200

CARDAN“To get the rose, you have to participate in the village tournament and win.”The stag elder who seemed to be the village chief, informed me a week later. Most of my wounds had healed up thanks to my Lycan origin. It would have been faster if I was at my full strength.Adam was worse. He’d woken once, delirious, then slipped back under. They treated him as best they could, but I could feel the danger hovering over him like a shadow.And Scarlett… Every hour without her gnawed at me. I needed that damn rose.I tied my hair back with a strip of cloth one of the doe-folk had handed me. It had grown wild, falling over my eyes, sticking to sweat, always in the way. The tie pulled it back just enough to make me feel like myself again.The arena was located at the village’s heart. A massive wooden Colosseum built into the cliffside, roaring with life. Antlers, banners, drums. The stomping of hooves. A sea of beastmen crowded the stands, fur, feathers, and scales shifting in a kaleidos

CARDANThe roar of the crowd from Alyra’s defeat hadn’t even faded before the announcer slammed his staff again and called for the next challenger.No rest. No mercy.The fourth, fifth, and sixth fights blurred together in a haze of blood and pure animal instinct. My movements grew more mechanical with each battle. My fourth opponent was a panther beastman, sleek and lethal. He looked as if he wanted me dead with every swipe of his claws aimed to carve me open. I barely dodged most of them; the ones that landed ripped shallow, stinging lines across my sides and arms. He was fast but I caught him eventually. When he pounced, I rolled beneath him, locked his arm mid-air, and used his own leap to slam him into the sand, dislocating his arm with the pressure I placed on it. He hissed, twisted, and yielded with a guttural snarl.The fifth was a boar beastman with tusks the size of daggers. His charge hit like a battering ram and sent me skidding across the arena floor, the wind punched fr

CARDANMy last opponent was Xaden. The look on his face when he left my room, stuck with me. What the hell had I done when I was unconscious? For a beastman, he had looked at me like I was the beast.Well, yeah I was technically, but I did not understand the fear I read in his eyes. I couldn’t make sense of it. My memories after the lion had dissolved into a grey fog. No flashes, no instincts, nothing. Just the sensation of falling… then waking up here.Moments later, an elk beastwoman had approached, and applied a thick green salve to my wounds. It burned like acid, then cooled instantly. Within minutes, the pain in my ribs and the rest of my body faded to a dull throb. “This will quicken your recovery,” she said softly. “By morning, you will be able to stand.”I thanked her in relief and tried sleeping after. I needed all the strength I could get for the next day, but sleep refused to come. By morning, my wounds had knitted enough for me to move. The stiffness was still there, b

SCARLETTThe moment the guard disappeared around the corner, we moved with them following me out the cell.“Which way?” I whispered to myself,not knowing how the path was structured. It was dark all over.The younger beastman pointed toward the far end of the hall, but the older lion shook his head sharply and gestured to the opposite direction.“This way,” he rasped.I hesitated. “How do you know?”His tired eyes cut to mine, haunted, but certain. “Because I used to walk these halls freely. Before he decided my conscience made me a traitor.”My heart stuttered. “You… used to work for the Tiger King?”“I was a warden,” he said, voice low. “Served under the old rulers. I watched this place fall into his hands. I watched it rot. And when I refused to carry out one of his orders…” His jaw clenched. “I became one of the people he wanted buried.”This guy was crazy. So if everyone went against him, he'd kill them?“Lead us,” I whispered.He nodded once and moved with surprising memory-driv

CARDANWhat the hell did that even mean? I was as confused as anything as I stared at them waiting for someone to explain. First, I had an alter ego, then I had magic powers that were immeasurable. How did all that develop? “What does this mean?” I asked as calmly as I could, trying not to show my confusion. But I was sure it still showed no matter how I tried.I stared at the villagers, my mind racing with questions. The old man, who seemed to be the leader, looked at me with a serious expression."You have the mark of the Chosen One," he said, his voice low and reverent. "You have been chosen by the gods to wield the power of the ancient ones."I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "What ancient ones? What power?"The villagers exchanged nervous glances, and the old man took a deep breath. "The power to save our world, and yours. You have the ability to harness immeasurable energy, to bend reality to your will."I laughed, thinking it was some kind of joke. But the village