Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Tame The Monster Alpha: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

~Aliyana Pov~The night refused to give me peace.I tossed and turned, the blanket too heavy, the air too thin, my body restless even though exhaustion dragged at every limb. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything, Maren’s whispers, the poison, Nolan’s piercing gaze when he accused me of helping Alessia.Do you have anything to do with your sister’s escape?His words rang like a curse.I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes, willing sleep to come, but the silence around me only grew louder. Every creak of the wooden beams above felt sinister. Every whisper of the wind through the balcony door felt like someone was watching.By dawn, I’d barely slept an hour.When the soft knock came, my body jolted upright.“My lady?” Maren’s voice filtered through the wood.“Come in,” I rasped, my throat dry.She slipped inside carrying a tray. The smell of bread, eggs, and tea wafted toward me, but my stomach turned instead of growling. The memory of the poison sat heavy in my gut, making

~Aliyana Pov~The first thing I became aware of was the ache. Not sharp, not stabbing, but a deep, dull heaviness that seemed to press down on every muscle in my body. It felt like I had been carrying the weight of the world on my back, and finally, my body had given out.The second was the silence.Too heavy, too still, broken only by the faint crackle of fire in the hearth. No sounds of swords clashing, no voices drifting in from outside, no laughter from soldiers in the yard. Just silence that stretched until it felt suffocating.And then, when I dared to peel my eyes open, I saw him.Nolan.Seated by my bed as if he had every right to be there, arms crossed over his chest, silver eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. He looked carved from stone—hard, unyielding—but the storm swirling in those eyes gave him away.He was furious.I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but my arms trembled with the effort. Instantly, his gaze sharpened, his jaw tightening.“Yo

~Aliyana Pov~The antidote burned down my throat like liquid fire.I could taste the bitterness long after I swallowed it, a reminder that poison had once snaked through my veins. The thought alone made me grip the vial tighter until it nearly cracked in my palm.Nolan thought this was about protection. About control. But I knew better. This was war now, and I wasn’t waiting around to be someone’s next experiment.The morning air outside was heavy with mist when I slipped out of my room. My head still spun a little, but I pushed through the dizziness, keeping my steps light. The corridors were quiet, too quiet for a house supposedly crawling with guards and servants. It made my stomach twist. Whoever had poisoned me had to be confident enough to walk these halls unbothered.I passed the training yard where yesterday’s humiliation replayed in my mind like a cruel echo. The dirt still bore faint traces of my fall, and I hated how much that image haunted me. Weakness wasn’t something I c

~Aliyana POV~The castle had a strange rhythm at night, too quiet to be comforting, too alive to be peaceful. Every whisper of wind through the corridors sounded like breath, every flicker of candlelight like eyes that followed you.I’d never noticed it before. Maybe because I hadn’t needed to. But tonight, the silence felt different. It wasn’t safety. It was a warning.I hadn’t touched the tea.It still sat on the table where Calista left it, the surface gone cold, the faint red swirl still visible when I tilted the cup toward the candlelight. I didn’t need to test it to know it wasn’t safe.I was done being anyone’s fool.Maren had slipped in after sunset with a tray of fruit and a quiet look of concern. She hadn’t asked questions, but I’d caught the flicker in her eyes when she saw the untouched tea. That was enough.Now, hours later, I moved through the west corridor barefoot, every step measured. My head still throbbed faintly from the poison, but I forced it away. Pain could wai

~Aliyana’s POV~It had been two months since the poison incident. Two long, quiet, and heavy months.Every day, I woke up with the same thought lodged behind my ribs like a shard of glass—Calista. Her smirk, her fake sympathy, her laughter that still rang in my ears. I hadn’t forgotten. I couldn’t.I spent those two months trying to piece together how she’d done it. The timing. The access. The motive. She had them all. And yet, she walked freely through the halls, hair always perfect, voice always sugar-sweet when she spoke to anyone but me.Each time I saw her, my hands itched for my blade.But I couldn’t move without proof. Not yet.So I watched. I waited. I learned the rhythm of her days, the way she lingered around the kitchens a little too often, how she whispered to servants when she thought no one was looking. I made sure she noticed me watching sometimes. Just enough to keep her uneasy.That was my revenge for now. The slow kind.But when I wasn’t thinking of Calista, my thoug