To Tame The Monster Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

~Nolan’s POV~The air in the fortress was heavy when I returned. Even the guards stood stiffer, their eyes lowered as I passed. Fear always had a scent, it lingered in places like this, thick and sharp, crawling into the corners where people thought no one noticed.I liked that scent. It reminded everyone who they served.Elias followed closely behind, muttering something about the trade routes and shipment balances, but I wasn’t listening. My mind had been quiet for days, and I hated it. It was too easy to think when things were quiet, too easy for her face to appear in my head when I didn’t want it to.Aliyana.Even saying her name in my mind felt like a mistake. I should have left her in that room and forgotten her. Locked her away until she stopped being a problem. That would have been the smart thing to do. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look on her face when she saw her sister being punished. The way her eyes filled with tears she tried to hide. The way she trembled

~Aliyana’s POV~The silence was starting to drive me mad.Days had passed,or maybe weeks. I wasn’t sure anymore. There were no windows in this place, no way to tell time except by the rhythm of my hunger and the ache in my chest. No one came to see me. Not Maren. Not Nolan. Not even the guards who used to deliver food I could barely swallow.Now, they didn’t bother at all.I was left with nothing but my thoughts, and they were louder than any screams I’d heard echoing through the fortress walls.Alessia’s voice still haunted me.Stay the hell away from me. You’re not my blood sister.Those words looped in my head, twisting and reshaping until they felt like claws scraping against my skull. I wanted to hate her for saying them, but all I could feel was confusion. Pain. Desperation to understand.How could we not be sisters? How could everything I’d known every shared moment, every secret whispered between us be a lie?The air in the room was cold, damp, and heavy with the scent of st

~ Aliyana’s POV ~Calista’s words rolled around the room like venom.She looked too comfortable standing there, arms crossed, her face twisted into that familiar smirk that always made my blood boil. The guards had let her in under Nolan’s permission, though I doubted he knew exactly how far she’d go.“Still sitting in the dark, princess?” she drawled. “I thought by now you’d have figured out that crying doesn’t open doors.”I didn’t answer. I just stared. I’d learned that silence made her uneasy, even if she pretended otherwise.She took a few steps closer, boots clicking against the stone floor, her scent sharp like blood and roses. “You should thank him, you know. He could have left you to rot after what you did. Nolan’s got a soft spot for broken things.”“Why are you here, Calista?” My voice came out low, quiet, but steady.Her smile deepened. “To tell you the truth, of course. You’ve been living in such a pretty lie for so long, I thought it was time someone told you what you re

~ Aliyana’s POV ~The world outside my cell was silent, but inside me, it wasn’t. It was chaos…fire, wind, and the sharp, unbearable sting of betrayal. I didn’t know which burned worse: the truth about my bloodline, or the way Nolan looked at me afterward—as if I was something filthy. Something is wrong.Selene Morwen.The name replayed in my mind until it became a whisper that wouldn’t stop. My mother. The witch they burned alive. The woman whose screams I could almost hear when I closed my eyes.And Lord Benedict Hastings,my father. The man who stood by and did nothing.I pressed my hands to my temples, my heart hammering so hard it hurt. “Why?” I whispered. “Why didn’t you fight for her? For me?”No answer came. Just the same thick, suffocating silence that had filled my prison since they locked me in here. No food. No light. No one.Not even Nolan.That was what hurt the most. Not the hunger, not the cold,but the emptiness where his presence used to be. I hated that I missed it. H

~ Aliyana’s POV ~When I woke, the first thing I felt was warmth.Not the kind that came from a blanket or the weak rays of morning light that managed to sneak through the fortress windows,but a living warmth. Solid. Steady. Too close.For a moment, I stayed still, my mind hovering somewhere between sleep and confusion. The last thing I remembered was fire, chains, Alessia’s voice screaming that she hated me, and then Nolan—his hands, his command, the sharp bite of his anger.And now… this.I turned my head slowly, my hair brushing against something rough. My breath caught when I saw him lying beside me, one arm draped carelessly across the sheets, his face angled toward me. His eyes were closed, but even at rest, he looked nothing like peace. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, as if even his dreams were made of control.Nolan.The name alone was enough to make my pulse stutter.I didn’t understand him. I didn’t think I ever would.The monster who’d ordered my sister beaten