Semua Bab Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven: Bab 361 - Bab 370

Mabel’s POV“Can he eat on his own?” Zane pointed toward the closed door of the guest room.Travis shrugged. “Physically, nothing’s wrong with him. Leave some food by his side. See if he takes it.”With that, the doctor was out the door. He had a hospital shift and would be back tonight to check on his two secret patients.“I’ll grab something for Victor. We must have leftovers,” I offered.Zane’s face tightened. “I’ll ask Tina.”“No.” I cut him off before he could try to mind-link Tina. “She’s got too much on her mind. Let me do it.”His frown deepened. He absolutely did not want me near Victor. He definitely didn’t want me anywhere near Lydia. I knew that much.“It’s just bringing food,” I said, trying to coax my grumpy Alpha. “I also need to bring the herbs Dr. Travis asked for. As for the

Victor’s POV“I’ll be back tonight to take this away and bring fresh food. No one will disturb you,” Mabel said. She stood by the door, her voice low and steady. “If you need anything, you only need to shout. Someone will come to check on you.”She left without waiting for a reply. I didn’t give her one.I heard the click of the latch. My eyes shifted to the closed door, the first movement I’d made since she walked in. I heard every word she spoke. I was aware of the stale air in the room, the faint scent of antiseptic, the distant sounds of the infirmary. But I felt no urge to speak or move. Everything around me felt like a bad dream happening to someone else, and I was just a tired viewer.This detachment was a relief. It numbed the sheer, clawing agony of loss. Yet, it left a hollow space where my core should be. I was an empty shell, all drive gone. A crucial part of me was ripped out, leaving only a vas

Zane’s POV"What are you trying to say?" I kept my voice flat. It was the only way to manage the sudden, sharp silence that had fallen over my study.Zane, Mabel, Vivian, and Tyler all watched the teenager, Tristan. We were all wondering the same thing. How much had he really figured out? He just said he knew something was wrong with Lydia and Victor. He looked completely unfazed."I'm saying they didn't go sightseeing," Tristan replied with a confident smirk. "You're trying to cover it up."I released a small pressure of my aura, just a fraction of my power. It was an instinctive warning. "That's a serious accusation," I said, my tone turning to ice. "Explain what gave you the courage to say something like that."Tristan flinched. His shoulders dropped slightly, like a sudden weight had been placed on him, but his eyes never left mine. He was determined to see this through. It was too late for him to back down anyway.

Lydia’s POV“He said my mother trained me to smile and nod.”The words were a dry, bitter poison on my tongue. I slammed the door to the guest room and leaned against the wood. The room was spacious, all beige and cream, designed to look luxurious. To me, it felt like a cheap hotel room in a cage.I threw my purse onto the bed. It bounced off the crisp white comforter. Zane had insulted me. Publicly. He used a political meeting to tear down everything my mother taught me.I snatched my phone and dialed home. My hand was shaking. I needed to know my mother, Luna Comfort, had a plan.“Mother.” My voice was tight. I forced it to sound triumphant. “The meeting was successful. Alpha Zane accepted the terms.”“He accepted them, but he made us look cheap, Lydia. I heard the whole thing. Your father is furious.” Her voice was a low hiss, devoid of warmth. “Did he really call me a woman who

Mabel’s POV“They just want me to hide in the East Wing.”I whispered the words to myself, staring at the empty space on the mattress where Zane had been. I felt the lingering warmth of his body and a confusing mix of happiness and anxiety. My pillow smelled faintly of freesia and pine. He was gone. Again.I threw off the covers and stood up, pulling on the oversized shirt I had worn the night before. I smoothed the wrinkles, trying to smooth the confusion in my chest. Zane had promised me. He had promised me that I would never be hidden again.A polite, formal mind-link cut through my thoughts.Mabel. Alpha Zane requests you report to the Beta office immediately.Tyler. His tone was professional, distant. It made my stomach knot. Why couldn’t Zane just talk to me himself? Why se