บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Last Choice: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 39

Clara's POV"Turn left here. The hospital should be two blocks down."Damon's voice pulls me from the haze of pain that's been my constant companion for the last three hours. We're supposed to be driving to the coven, but I made Kael stop when I saw the sign for Mercy General.My old hospital. Where I used to work before my life became supernatural chaos."Clara, we don't have time for this," Kael says from the driver's seat. "The coven…""Five minutes. Please. I just need to see it one more time." Before I'm not human enough to walk through those doors.He parks in the visitor lot. It's 2 AM, so the main entrance is locked, but I know the staff entrance code. Some habits die hard.Inside, the familiar smell hits me…antiseptic, floor cleaner, and that indefinable scent of sickness and healing mixed together. I worked here for three years. Saved lives in these hallways."You okay?" Damon asks, staying close."Yeah. Just... nostalgic, I guess." I walk toward the ER, drawn by muscle memo

Clara's POV "I don't care what you say. I'm not staying locked in some safe house while my sister is dying."Emma's voice carries through the hotel room door before I even knock. She's arguing with the guards Kael assigned her… two patient warriors who clearly didn't sign up for babysitting duty.I open the door. "Emma."She spins around, and her face goes through several emotions… relief, anger, fear, then back to anger."Clara." She crosses the room and hugs me so hard my ribs protest. Then she pulls back and punches my shoulder. "What the hell is going on? Armed men grabbed me from my apartment. Told me I was in danger. Wouldn't explain why. And you…" She stops, really looking at me. "Oh my God. What happened to you?"I catch my reflection in the hotel mirror. I've lost at least fifteen pounds. My skin is pale, almost translucent. Dark circles under my eyes make me look like I haven't slept in weeks. Which I haven't, really."It's complicated," I say."Complicated? Clara, you look

Emma's POVThe coffee shop smells like burnt espresso and old pastries. I'm sitting by the window, watching Clara and Kael talk in the car across the street. They look intense. Serious. The way people look when they're discussing life and death.Which I guess they are.My sister is turning into a werewolf. This is my life now."Refill?" The barista… a girl about my age with purple hair… gestures to my empty cup."Sure, thanks."She pours, and I notice her hands. They're shaking slightly. And she keeps glancing at the door like she's nervous."You okay?" I ask."Fine. Just... tired." But she won't meet my eyes.The bell above the door chimes. Three men walk in. Big guys, moving with that same fluid grace Clara's guards have. That supernatural thing I'm learning to recognize.But something feels wrong. The barista tenses. One of the men locks the door behind them."Emma Veyron?" The tallest one speaks. Dark hair, cold eyes, expensive suit. "We need you to come with us."My heart starts

Clara's POVThe coven's headquarters doesn't look like what I expected. No dark gothic mansion or creepy forest cottage. It's a modern building tucked into the suburbs… looks like any other office complex except for the protective symbols carved into the doorframes."Welcome," a woman says as we enter. She's younger than I expected, maybe forty, with warm brown eyes and gray streaking her black hair. "I'm Cassandra. You must be Clara.""How did you…""Know your name? Kael called ahead. Explained the situation." She gestures for us to follow. "Come. We have much to discuss."The interior is surprisingly normal. Modern furniture, soft lighting, the kind of place that could be a therapist's office or upscale meditation center. Three other women work at computers, and I catch them watching me with clinical interest."You're transforming," Cassandra observes, studying me carefully. "I can see it in your bones. The structure's already changing. You're further along than most.""Is that good