Semua Bab The Demon Alpha’s Kryptonite: Bab 111 - Bab 120

NIGEL Something had been wrong with Tara for days. I hadn't said it out loud to her or to anyone, but the unease had finally settled deep in my bones. She'd been drifting lately. Tara constantly had a distant look in her eyes as if she was listening to something I couldn't hear. Twice, she'd nearly fainted. Once, she actually did. She'd brushed it off every time. But it didn't feel like nothing. And then there was Hawke. I clenched my jaw at the thought. They'd been spending time together lately. I wasn't sure why. And every time she came back to me afterwards, there was that look in her eyes. Guilt. Last night had nearly driven me insane. She'd burned with fever, her skin scorching beneath my hands, her body shaking as I stayed up through the night cooling her. But when dawn came, she looked... better. Color had returned to her cheeks. Her eyes were clearer. She'd smiled weakly and asked for food, her voice hoarse but steady. Relief had flooded me. So, I kissed her fo

SOLANA Two weeks. That was how long it had been since anything in our lives felt even remotely normal.Roman was barely home anymore. The plague had spread beyond our borders, leaping from pack to pack like a living thing with teeth. Meetings bled into patrols. Patrols bled into emergencies. And emergencies never seemed to end.I kept telling myself that if we could just connect again, maybe it would help. Maybe the bond resonance would bloom like it had before.But every time I tried to bring it up, there was another council session. Another crisis. Another argument breaking out between alphas.Fear was rotting the pack from the inside.I sat on the front porch with Tara, the afternoon sun warm against my skin but doing nothing to ease the knot in my chest. She rocked slowly in her chair, one hand resting protectively over her belly, her expression distant."Have you decided?" I asked softly.She looked at me, her gaze tired."About the witches?" she asked.I nodded.She didn

ROMAN I sat in my study by the window with three blankets wrapped around my shoulders, yet I still couldn't stop shivering. My fingers were numb. The tattoo along my spine throbbed endlessly, sending shockwaves through my body.Solana was still asleep.She would awaken soon. And when she did... I didn't know how I would look at her and explain what I'd done without breaking her heart.My nose stung. Again. I pinched the bridge and leaned forward just as warm liquid oozed. With a tired sigh, I grabbed another wad of tissue and pressed it under my nostrils.The door to the study slammed open.Nigel stormed in, anger rolling off him in waves. His eyes were blazing, his jaw clenched. He didn't bother closing the door behind him."What's wrong?" I asked weakly, my voice ragged. "You look like you're about to commit murder."He stopped dead in front of my desk."The plague is gone," he finally said."...Gone?" I repeated, blinking at him.He nodded once. "Completely. The infected are h

SOLANA The hallway felt even colder, the marble biting through my thin nightgown as I pressed my ear to the door. The sounds had changed.No more wet cracks of bone. No more guttural grunts or ragged sobs. Only painful moans.My palm ached from pounding on the door, my knuckles raw. I had stopped screaming his name minutes ago. My throat was too hoarse, my tears too spent. Now I just whispered, over and over again, praying to the moon goddess."Roman... please. Let me in."Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and I turned just as Nigel rounded the corner, his eyes wide with the same dread that lived in my chest."Luna," he breathed, taking in the sight of me curled on the floor. "What happened?""He locked me out," I rasped. "He wouldn't let me touch him. And then he locked the door. I heard... everything. His bones were breaking, and he kept sobbing. Now it's just..." I swallowed hard. "He's just moaning. Like he's being torn apart from the inside."Nigel's face paled. He droppe

SOLANA I knelt in the soft earth of the clearing, the night air cool against my skin. Roman sat in the wheelchair Tessa had brought, wrapped in blankets, his body still too weak to stand. But his eyes—those beautiful, haunted eyes—were locked on mine with a spark of hope in them.Nigel, Tara, Hawke, and Tessa stood in a loose semicircle behind us. The obsidian box waited in the shallow pit we'd dug at the center of the rune circle, its surface already humming faintly with the runes Tara and I had carved together. Everything was almost ready.Roman lifted a trembling hand. His fingers found my cheek, cupping it gently.'Flower', he whispered through the mate bond. 'I don't know if I'll survive this. But if I don't... know that every second I held on was for you. For our child. For the life we promised each other.'Tears welled up in my eyes. I turned my head and pressed my lips to his palm."I'm so proud of you," I whispered against his skin. "You've held on through hell. Throu