Semua Bab MY EX BETRAYED ME, SO I SEDUCED HIS ALPHA UNCLE: Bab 41 - Bab 50

“And if Darius dies in there?” Rowan shot back. “What then? Who pulls him back?”Sela went quiet.Darius looked at Rowan. His second. His brother in all but blood. “Rowan…”“I won’t let you do this alone,” Rowan said. “You may be willing to gamble your soul, but I’m not willing to lose you, neither is the pack.”Sela sighed. “Very well. But if either of you lose focus in that realm, if she panics or fights you, I can’t protect your bodies. Once the soul leaves, you’re in her world. Her rules.”Sela’s eyes glinted as she turned from Cassandra’s unconscious wolf form and said in a clear voice, “I’ll need salt.”Without hesitation, the healer handed her a small carved bowl of coarse white salt. Sela knelt gracefully, her movements fluid with purpose and power. She dipped her fingers into the bowl and began to draw symbols on the floor in deliberate, spiraling patterns—ancient sigils that pulsed faintly the moment her salt-tipped finger

He turned slowly, his gaze falling on Cassandra’s still form. “They weren’t just shifters. They had… other gifts. Psychic ties. Energy manipulation. Some believed they were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. The other packs panicked. They feared what would happen if the Halcyn ever turned violent.” “And so,” Sela said coldly, “they struck first.” Darius nodded once, rage tightening the corners of his eyes. “Massacre. They called it justice. But it was fear. Politics. Cowardice.” Rowan moved to the foot of the bed, his expression tense. “If Cassandra’s from that bloodline, and she’s just now awakening… everything inside her, wolf, power, memory, is waking up at once. No wonder she’s rejecting it. It’s too much.” The runes were still glowing faintly, flickering like candlelight at th

“The circle…” she murmured weakly, voice raw. “It’s gone. The runes, burnt out. They’re not recharging. We’re done. No more journeys.”“No complaints here,” Rowan wheezed as he rolled onto his back. “I feel like my brain got turned inside out.”“Good,” Sela muttered.Maris knelt beside Cassandra and pressed two fingers to her pulse. “She’s stabilising,” she said quietly. “Still unconscious, but her vitals are evening out. That transformation nearly broke her, but she made it through.”Darius slowly pushed himself upright, his muscles aching with every movement. His eyes didn’t leave Cassandra.Rowan groaned, sitting up with effort. “She almost took us all with her in the process.”Sela gripped her thighs and pushed herself upright, her knees wobbling beneath her. Every step felt like she was dragging a mountain

THE NEXT DAYSunlight crept through the slitted windows, pale and reluctant, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. The hearth crackled softly in the corner, the low pop of embers the only sound in the room.Cassandra sat on the edge of the massive bed, a thick robe draped around her shoulders, her feet bare and pale against the cold floor. She hadn’t slept well. After her breakdown the night before, she had cried herself into an exhausted stupor. No dreams. No visions. Just the black silence of a mind too full to think.When she woke up, Darius wasn’t there.Nor Rowan.Only a quiet, doe-eyed maid who entered with a tray of food, placed it carefully on the table, and avoided her gaze as she curtsied and left. Cassandra had barely touched the food. Her appetite was buried under layers of confusion and fear.Now, Sela sat at her feet, kneeling with quiet dignity as she washed her feet in a wide, shallow bowl fil

Darius remained frozen by the door, his hand still resting on the handle, chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. She looked at him like he was a stranger, but he could feel her wolf humming under her skin now. The shift wasn’t just in her scent or the way she moved, it was in the way the very air bent around her, reverent, waiting.She was still Cassandra.Still the woman who had walked into his life with fury in her veins and fire in her eyes.But she wasn’t just Cassandra anymore.There was something different about her now. Something not even time could disguise.She wasn’t trying to be powerful. She was powerful. And not because she tried, not because she fought, but because she remembered.Her blood knew. Her bones knew.And Darius…He was still trying to figure her out.Sela stood, smoothing her robes without a word. Her glance moved from Cassandra to Darius and back again, her expression unreadable, but something in it shimmered with quiet respect, maybe even a l