Semua Bab The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Bab 191 - Bab 200

Astrid’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence.Not normal silence.Not the quiet of night or the stillness of a room.This was… wrong.Heavy.Like the world had stopped breathing.“Sebastian—”My voice didn’t sound like mine.Too far away.Too thin.He was still in front of me, his hands gripping my shoulders, his mouth moving—But I couldn’t hear him.Not anymore.Because something else had taken over.Something colder.Something older.The air shifted.And then—Darkness crawled in.Not from the corners.Not from the shadows.No.It came from inside.Like something had been waiting beneath my skin…And finally found a way out.I gasped, my body arching as a sharp, burning sensation tore through my chest.It felt like claws.Not physical ones.Something deeper.Something that knew me.“There you are…”The voice slithered through my mind like poison.Soft.Amused.Familiar in a way that made my stomach twist.“No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “Stay out of my head…”A soft l

Astrid’s POVI didn’t breathe until he left.Not fully.Not properly.Even after Kael disappeared like he had never been there—like the air hadn’t just thickened with truths I wasn’t ready to face—I still felt it.That weight.That warning.That shift.“You’re shaking.”Sebastian’s voice was quieter now, but I could feel his eyes on me.“I’m fine,” I said automatically.I wasn’t.But I didn’t know how to explain what I had just felt.What Kael had seen in me.What he had called me.Something Morvane was waiting for.Something… powerful.It didn’t make sense.None of this did.“Sit,” Sebastian said.“I said I’m—”“Astrid.”Firm.Not harsh.But not something I could ignore either.I exhaled slowly and sat.My hands were colder than I expected.My thoughts louder.“What did he mean?” Sebastian asked.I laughed softly.Dry.Humorless.“You’re asking the wrong person.”“You knew him.”“From… before.”His eyes narrowed slightly.“Your ‘past life.’”I nodded once.“And?”“And he wasn’t someo

Astrid didn’t realize she had stepped closer to him again.Not until her breath caught—and she was standing right in front of Damien, like the space between them had never existed.Like she had never tried to leave.Her heart was still racing, her thoughts tangled, her emotions spiraling in too many directions at once.And yet…She stayed.Damien watched her carefully, like he was measuring something—calculating whether this moment would break her… or bind her to him completely.“You said there’s something I don’t know,” Astrid finally said, her voice quieter now, but steady enough to hold. “About her.”The shift in Damien was immediate.Not visible to anyone else.But Astrid felt it.That subtle tightening in his posture. The way his gaze darkened—not with anger this time, but with something deeper.Something buried.“You don’t want that truth,” he said.“I do.”“No,” he corrected, his voice low, controlled. “You think you do.”Astrid’s brows drew together. “Stop deciding what I can

It would be a mistake. Astrid didn’t move. For a long moment, it felt like the entire world had narrowed down to just the two of them—his confession still hanging in the air, heavy and suffocating. I destroyed someone. I would do worse. Her heart was still racing. But something inside her… shifted. Not toward him. Away. Slowly, Astrid took a step back. This time, it felt different. Not hesitation. Not confusion. Clarity. “I believe you,” she said quietly. Damien’s expression didn’t change—but his eyes sharpened. “About everything,” she added. “About what you did. About what you’d do again.” Another step back. “And that’s exactly why I can’t stay.” Silence. The kind that feels like it’s holding its breath. Damien didn’t move. Didn’t reach for her. But something in the room tightened. “You’re walking away,” he said, his voice low—not surprised. Just… controlled. Astrid nodded, even though her chest ached in a way she hadn’t expected. “Yes.” It hurt. That wa

The days didn’t pass.They pressed.Every hour in that house felt like something tightening around Astrid—quietly, steadily—waiting for her to slip.And she almost didn’t.Almost.It started small.Too small to notice at first.Astrid was in the living room, scrolling through her phone, trying—failing—to focus on anything that wasn’t Damien’s presence somewhere in the house.A message came in.Sebastian.“Can I see you today?”Her chest softened instantly.Safe.Simple.She typed back: “Yes.”That should’ve been it.But when she stepped outside—Damien was already there.Leaning against the car.Waiting.Her steps slowed. “What are you doing?”“I’m driving you.”“I didn’t ask you to.”“I know.”Her brows furrowed. “Then don’t.”Silence.Then—“You’re going to see him,” Damien said.Not a question.Astrid’s grip tightened around her phone. “That’s none of your business.”“It is if you’re still my wife.”The words hit harder than they should have.“Only on paper,” she snapped.His gaze