جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 100

Killian's POV I slammed the door behind me, fury pumping through my veins like fire. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. My jaw throbbed, a reminder of Rhett’s fist landing clean against me. My Alpha. My brother. The one who was supposed to trust me more than anyone. I had taken it silently, like I always did, because it wasn’t just a blow to my face—it was a reminder of the burden we all carried under him. My boots echoed against the hallway as I stormed away, ignoring the curious glances of a few guards who stepped aside quickly. None of them dared to ask what had happened. They knew better. They knew when I was like this, the wrong word could make me snap. And then I saw him. Nikolai. He was leaning against the wall just near the corner, arms folded, eyes sharp and assessing the moment he caught sight of me. His gaze instantly zeroed in on my face. The bruise was already blooming on my jaw, a shadow spreading across my skin. His brows furrowed as he p

Rhett's POV I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the polished oak as the low hum of the underground lights buzzed faintly above me. The report had just been delivered, and though the man in front of me was trying his best to keep a straight posture, I could see the nervous twitch in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked away from mine whenever the silence stretched too long. He had completed the task I gave him—Zev had been moved. Still, I wanted to hear it in his words. I wanted to watch his mouth form the details, so I could measure the weight of his loyalty by every syllable that left his lips. “Say it again,” I ordered quietly, my tone even but edged with authority. “Yes, Alpha,” he replied immediately, bowing his head before meeting my gaze again. “We followed your orders precisely. Zev was transferred from the hospital to your private underground cell. The doctor you appointed was already stationed there, awaiting his arrival. The area has been secured with guards

Rhett's POV I sat in the study with the curtains half drawn, letting in just enough light from the afternoon sun to warm the room without drowning it in brightness. The polished mahogany table in front of me gleamed, the tea set already arranged on a silver tray. My fingers drummed lightly against the edge of the porcelain cup, not out of impatience but to steady myself. Inviting Killian and Nikolai here wasn’t casual. I had things that needed saying—things they deserved to hear from me, not through silence or through misplaced assumptions. The door opened after a soft knock, and Killian entered first. His expression was guarded, stiff, the faint mark on his cheek still visible where my fist had met him days earlier. Guilt twisted inside me when I saw it. Behind him, Nikolai slipped in with his usual easy gait, but the sharp glint in his eyes betrayed curiosity and suspicion. They both stopped near the table, glancing between me and the tea set. “Sit,” I said simply, my voice carry

Third person POV The moon hung low over the ruined chapel, its broken steeple clawing into the night sky like the bones of a long-forgotten beast. Wind whispered through shattered windows, carrying the scent of mildew, rot, and the faint copper of dried blood. Within the chapel, torches guttered against the damp stone walls, their flames painting jagged shadows that flickered over hooded figures kneeling in a half-circle. Their cloaks pooled around them like spilled ink, hoods lowered in reverence. In the center of the chamber, standing before the fractured altar, was another cloaked figure—smaller in frame, yet commanding an authority that pressed down on every man present. Her hood concealed most of her face, but strands of raven-black hair spilled from beneath the fabric, and the curve of her lips was visible when she spoke. “You know why I’ve summoned you,” she said, her voice soft but carrying, like steel wrapped in velvet. The kneeling men bowed lower, pressing fists to the

Declan's POV I could hear the crackle of fire before I saw it. The night in Axwild Forest was dark, cold, but the glow of flames shimmered through the gaps in the trees, a strange warmth brushing against my skin. My sister’s laughter echoed somewhere near me, light and unguarded, the way it used to be when we were kids. For a moment, I almost believed I was back there, that everything had reset, that life wasn’t the twisted wreck it had become. She was sitting by the small fire we had built, her hair tangled, her smile crooked, her hands clumsy as she roasted something over the flame. I felt that familiar warmth bloom in my chest, the kind I hadn’t felt in years. She turned to me, her eyes bright, like she wasn’t dead, like none of it had ever happened. “Declan,” she said, grinning, “do you remember when you burned the fish last time? You almost cried because I called you hopeless.” I chuckled despite myself, kneeling beside her. “I didn’t almost cry. I was—” “Sulking,” she inte