Semua Bab Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Yewa's P.O.VThe way I felt in this moment was one that I could not put a finger on. It was like the cloudy sky and sun up in the sky just represented my feelings in this moment.It all came rushing back like it was just yesterday that it happened.The betrayal I felt deep in my heart that I was too ashamed to talk about, the anger, the pain to escape, my wounds and the stupid affection I was developing at the time.The wounds that had healed and it's forgotten scars seemed to start to open up at the sight of him. Every wall I had built in the past year cracked like glass under a hammer.It was as if time folded in on itself and I wasn’t Christy anymore, the woman who poured coffee and smiled at strangers. I was Yewa again, the fugitive who had fled his house under a moonless sky, lungs burning, ribs aching, praying that no one cared enough to pursue her.Except he had cared, and now, a year later, his presence proved he had never stopped.The flood of emotions was unbearable.The su

Yewa's P.O.VThe bell above the café door jingled as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of roasted beans and vanilla syrup washing over me. Normally, it grounded me, and reminded me that I was Christy here, not Yewa. But today? Today, the illusion shattered the moment the General followed me in.His presence devoured the space.He didn’t belong in this small, cozy coffee shop with its faded chalkboard menus and scuffed wooden floors. He belonged on a battlefield, a throne room, anywhere but here and yet, there he was, broad-shouldered, towering, radiating that quiet, terrifying authority that turned heads instantly.My coworkers noticed first.“Christy!” Jenny greeted, the morning shift lead, her tone bright and bubbly as usual, but her eyes widened as soon she caught sight of the man behind me, nearly dropping the tray she was carrying.I forced a smile, hoping my coworkers wouldn’t ask, but the whispers had already started and my lovely wolf ears did not filter anything making m

Yewa's P.O.VThat night, the café’s chatter was long behind me, but the echoes inside my chest refused to settle.I lay awake in my small apartment, staring at the ceiling while the city hummed faintly outside. Dylan’s words replayed. Dahlia’s, too but most of all, his.“I’ll keep showing you. However long it takes.”My fists clenched around the blanket. The General had once been my cage. My undoing. My tormentor and protector all at once, and yet, tonight, his voice hadn’t been the commanding tone of a superior. It had been, stripped. Bared. Honest in a way I didn’t think him capable of.I rolled onto my side, trying to banish the thought. I needed sleep as tomorrow was another long day, but as my eyes began to flutter closed, a soft knock startled me.‘Not again.’ I whispered to myself as soon as I smelt him.It was a crazy time to be at someone's house.I slipped out of bed cautiously, heart pounding as I padded barefoot to the door. For a moment, I considered ignoring it. P

Yewa's P.O.VI had just finished wiping down the café counter when I caught sight of him.For a moment, I thought my eyes were deceiving me, that the years had blurred memory into illusion, but the sharp tilt of his jaw, the proud lift of his chin, the way the room seemed to shift when he walked in, no. There was no mistaking him.My alpha.The one who had rejected me.My chest tightened, panic rising like bile. Why here? Why now?The door swung shut behind him, and suddenly the café that had become my sanctuary felt like a trap. He scanned the room, eyes landing on me with a look that made my stomach knot. Not regret. Not guilt. Possession.He walked closer, each step heavy with the weight of history, reminding me of the fact that I was caged in that pack and now, he'd come to take me back to a pack that cared nothing for me.“Yewa.” His voice rolled out like a command, the kind I had once bent under instinctively, but not anymore.Maybe because of the time spent apart,Maybe be

Yewa’s P.O.VThe knock came just as dawn stretched across the sky, making me jump up from my sluggish state as I had just woken up.It was firm, steady, the kind of sound that immediately set my heart racing because I knew it. My body reacted before my mind caught up with my pulse spiking, my breath quickening, my feet frozen in place.I could also smell him,He was back.For a week I had told myself I could endure his absence, that I could busy myself with work, with routines, with anything to quiet the strange hollowness he left behind, but I hadn’t. Each day without him had scraped me raw, exposing truths I had avoided for too long.I missed him.Not just his protection, not just his presence. Him. The way his eyes softened when they found me, the way his voice dipped lower when he tried to reassure me, the way his steadiness anchored me in ways I hadn’t thought possible.And now, he was here.I opened the door slowly, and there he was, broad-shouldered, imposing, yet with a wea