บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Yewa's P.O.VI had thought that confessing the truth would feel like ripping a wound open. It had been too long a time since I laid my feelings bare to anyone and the last time I did, it blew up in my face.In the most heartbreaking way possible.Confessing felt like I was bleeding. It was lowkey painful and felt very exposing, but at the same time. it felt like breathing for the first time.“I want you.” I had told him, the words shaking but real.In the silence that followed, I braced myself for too much. For his intensity to overwhelm me, for his possessiveness to choke me, for the weight of what I had admitted to crush me before I could take it back, but what I saw in his face silenced every doubt.The General, the man who had always been steady, restrained, and controlled, looked as though I had just pulled him out of an abyss. His eyes widened first in shock, then softened with something I had never seen before: unguarded joy. His lips parted, and for a fleeting moment, I th

The General's (Eric's) P.O.VThe moment her lips lingered against mine, time ceased to matter.For a man like me, raised on steel, discipline, and an endless diet of blood and war, peace was always a foreign tongue. Yet in that fleeting second, when my mouth brushed hers and she didn’t flinch, didn’t stiffen, didn’t recoil, I felt something inside me splinter and reform.I had braced for rejection. Every inch of me was prepared for her resistance, for the inevitable shove, for her furious scowl telling me I had crossed a line. That was the rhythm of our story, her fire against my ice, her defiance against my command, but she didn’t push me away.No, instead she stayed.I pulled back a fraction, my breath uneven, my claws curled half in fear of what I might see in her eyes. But what I found nearly undid me completely. She was staring, not at the ground, not away from me, but at me. There was no disgust. No fury. Instead, there was something softer, something she didn’t even seem to

(General’s Eric's P.O.V.) “You need to remember where we’re going. She’s under your protection, but the others won’t see it that way. If they see weakness in you…” Dahlia’s voice whispered but firmer than Dylan's playful tone, as sharp as her sword.“I am not weak.” I snapped, too harsh, too quick. It was like I actually admitted to it instead.Yewa stirred again, shifting slightly, and I instantly regretted the volume. I forced myself to soften, to stay still, to keep the storm contained.Dahlia didn’t flinch at my tone. She never did. Her gaze remained steady. “Then prove it. Don’t let your feelings make you reckless.”Her words should have steadied me, but instead, they burned. Reckless? Perhaps. But wasn’t this what it meant to live? To feel? I had walked through life untouched, unbroken, untethered, and now, for the first time, I wanted something. Someone.The irony was cruel.I clenched my fists tighter.Every jolt of the carriage made her shift against me, and every time, I

The General's (Eric's) P.O.VThe sun had barely risen when she cornered me. My mother.Her presence was always a storm, silent but heavy, pressing down on everyone around her, but this morning, her eyes burned like fire, her posture sharp enough to slice. I had known this was coming, yet still, it irritated me that she could not even give me a day of peace.She had seen Yewa arrive at my side, alive, standing, walking into our halls as if the years of hatred could be undone in a single step. My mother had seen the way I looked at her, the way my every movement bent toward Yewa, as though even the air itself was not enough unless she was breathing it beside me, and now here she was, pushing her blade of control into the one place I would never let her reach.I knew her as much as she knew me so I knew very well that she had seen my devotion to her.“It is time you ended this madness.” She said coldly, stepping into my chambers without permission, as if the space still belonged to her

Yewa's P.O.V For a long moment after his words, I just stood there, staring at him in silence. My chest rose and fell unevenly, heart pounding so loud that it nearly drowned out every other sound in the room.He had said that he avoided me not because he didn’t want me, but because he wanted me too much.Yet, that explanation, though relieving in some ways, only stirred another whirlwind of questions, and when I whispered my fears, when I asked why he would torture us both like this, something in him seemed to snap.The second the words left my mouth, he looked at me as though I had just uttered the most unthinkable absurdity.“You…” His voice cracked, then steadied with disbelief. “You actually thought I regretted you?” He asked, with so much shock and surprise that I almost apologised and left his office.The intensity in his tone made me take a step back, but he followed, closing the space immediately, eyes blazing with raw emotion.“Yewa.” He started, each syllable a low growl.