Semua Bab The Demon Alpha’s Kryptonite: Bab 91 - Bab 100

SOLANA "And Zamora?" Roman asked Nigel. We were back home in our territory, but I could almost still smell the smoke from the fire Nigel had started in the basement right before our departure. Even the smell of burnt flesh that had followed."She's yet to be found," Nigel said, and my husband sighed in frustration.Doctor Tessa slowly moved her stethoscope over Roman's bare chest, her brows furrowed in concentration. I had asked her to come over to make sure he was okay, especially after the strenuous ordeal we'd gone through."I really don't need to be cooped up in bed. If anything, Solana should be..." my husband's voice trailed off when I narrowed my eyes at him.Tessa had examined me too, telling me my blood pressure was slightly elevated and that I needed rest. But the source of that high BP was Roman himself. He looked far too pale for comfort."On the contrary, yes, you have to stay in bed and get at least three days' worth of rest," Tessa said, and his eyes widened.

SOLANA I narrowed my eyes at her, noticing the way Hawke shifted nervously, lowering his hand. Kamala took a step forward, and Astraea stirred, her anger bleeding into me."I just want to talk," Kamala finally said. "Please."I turned to look at Tara, who had gone still, her entire face turning a bright red. Her gaze was fixed on Kamala, anger burning in her eyes. It sucked that she had to find out who Hawke's mate really was in this manner."Just give her a chance, Luna. Please," Hawke said, and I blinked at him.So he knew. He knew exactly what Kamala had done. And yet, he had brought her in here without any regard for Tara's feelings. It was such a relief that he wasn't her mate. She deserved better than an asshole."Fine. But be quick about it," I said through gritted teeth and stormed down the hallway. Kamala followed behind me, not too far and not too close.When we got to the garden, she stopped a few steps behind me."I know you're protective of her," she said softly.

ROMAN I couldn't breathe. The oxygen just wouldn't come. Solana lay still on the bed, her face pale. The sight was eerie enough that it felt like I was stuck in a nightmare. The healers couldn't figure out how to get Zamora's parasitic magic out. They said it was only a tiny bit and that my wife's healing ability would help. But nothing was happening. Three hours had passed since she collapsed the moment we got home. And then I'd proceeded to blame myself endlessly. Anna was in her room as well, fighting for her life. I've never felt so useless. There was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, my throat going dry as Nigel's aura reached me. Did Anna recover already? I wondered. "Come in," I said, and the door opened. My beta strode in, his face shadowed with heavy concern. My stomach twisted into knots. "How is our Luna?" He asked, and I glanced back at the sleeping beauty on the bed. Cerberon whimpered at the sight of her. I already missed the sound of her voice

ROMAN The moment Solana stepped out of the room, I turned my face into the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut, as if doing that might erase the heat burning through my veins or the shame gnawing at my gut.I shouldn't have done it. Goddess, I knew that.My thighs still throbbed. It was healing slower than usual. Or maybe I went too far?My hands shook as I clenched them into fists, my nails biting into my palms.Pathetic.That was the word that kept looping in my head.I'd stood on battlefields soaked in blood. I'd taken blades meant for my people without flinching. And yet here I was, curled up in my bed, burning alive from the inside, ashamed of what I'd done to my own body because I couldn't bear the weight of one more death.Anna's face flashed behind my eyes.My chest tightened painfully.This was my fault. All of it.If I'd killed Zamora when I first sensed that something was wrong. If I'd listened to my instincts—Anna would still be alive. The pack wouldn't be sick.And I

SOLANA The nausea hit me without warning. One second I was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to convince myself I was fine, and the next my stomach protested hard. I barely had time to cover my mouth before I gagged."No—no, no—" I whispered, scrambling to my feet.I barely made it to the bathroom before I heaved, my knees slamming into the floor as I vomited hard. My hands shook so badly I had to grip the porcelain to keep myself from collapsing. Tears burned my eyes immediately.I hated this part. I despised how helpless it made me feel. My body had suddenly begun to riot within the past few hours. It was disorienting.When I finally slumped back on my heels, a sob tore out of me before I could stop it. I pressed my forehead to the cool edge of the basin, my shoulders trembling."I can't do this," I whispered. "I'm so tired..."Strong arms wrapped around my middle from behind, holding me as another retch shook my frame. Roman didn't speak at first. He just held me, one han