Semua Bab My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The world stopped moving.For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it…the sound of moans, the whisper of a woman’s voice, the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. I told myself to turn away, to walk back before I saw something that could ruin everything or before I got caught. But I didn’t. I peeked through the opening in the flower wall, and what I saw shattered something quiet and naive inside me.Alpha Aldric.His hands were on another woman’s waist, pulling her against him with a hunger that made my knees weak. My throat tightened as the realization hit me. So this was the truth behind all of this, the perfect match my father called destiny. I wasn’t chosen out of love. I was chosen out of politics. A pawn dressed in white silk and scented oils.My fingers trembled as I pressed my lips together,afraid I might cry out and draw attention. I should have looked away, but my eyes betrayed me.“Maybe it’s not what it seems…” Sylvara whispered softly inside me, though even she didn’t sound co

For a heartbeat, I couldn’t move. Maybe I was dreaming.When my eyes finally lifted, recognition struck me like lightning.I wasn't dreaming,I was really in the presence of the lady who had been in Alpha Aldric’s arms. Her voice didn't sound friendly.The realization made my stomach twist. My tongue went dry.“I— I’m sorry,” I murmured, lowering my gaze instantly. My knees almost bent on their own under the weight of her aura. It pressed down like a storm,it was elegant but cruel, the kind of dominance that seeped into your bones. Sylvara whimpered quietly inside me, shrinking back. She wasn't a wolf,she was a witch and yet her aura pressed me down. What was a witch doing in the castle of Alpha Aldric?For a moment, I hoped my apology would be enough. But the lady’s scoff sliced through the air like a blade. “Sorry?” she repeated, stepping forward. The sound of her heels clicked against the marble floor, each one like a countdown. I could feel her presence hovering right before me. My f

I had almost gotten into the inner chamber where the God of breaker bow was.I remembered when the bow rested across my palms. Its body was forged from dark silverwood.When I tilted it toward the light, veins of gold shimmered across its frame.The string was not a string at all. It looked like liquid moonlight.I remember drawing a slow breath before pulling the string and light gathered.No—not light. Essence. The air bent, threads of energy twisting into form, spinning faster until an arrow appeared. It didn’t seem like it was made of wood or steel but of something beyond both. The arrow shimmered translucent, flecked with fire at the core, like a captured sunrise trapped inside glass. The head burned with quiet fury.The bow vibrated in my hands,only the strongest could yield it.Legends said the arrows of a God breaker bow could shatter mountains, that an arrow from it once pierced the heart of a god who dared to curse humankind. Even holding it felt like carrying the edge of

Dylen’s POVKaela’s spell shimmered through the air, before it sank into her skin, making her doze off. Avelynne sighed in her sleep, her lashes trembling once before stilling again.“She won’t wake,” Kaela murmured.“I know,” I whispered. My voice was rough and tight in my throat. She lay there, half bathed in silver light, her chestnut hair spilling over the pillow like the remnants of dusk. Every breath she took dragged me deeper into ruin. I’d seen her fight, seen her bleed, seen her die once before—but this? Watching her sleep, fragile, untouched? That was what truly killed me.I moved closer. The scent of her was faint—moon lilies and warmth, something wild that made my control splinter. My fingers twitched, aching to touch. Her scent was still the same,it hadn't changed.“Ours.”Kaelith’s voice growled inside my head, feral and desperate.I shut my eyes, but it didn’t help. I could still see her,the delicate rise and fall of her chest, the curve of her lips that had once whispe

The moment the words left the guard’s mouth, my father didn’t hesitate. He turned sharply, striding toward the door. I followed without thinking.“Father!” I called, nearly tripping on the steps.“Stay close, Evelyn,” he ordered, his tone grave.As I walked to the courtyard my heart thundered painfully in my chest. What’s happening? I whispered inwardly.Sylvara’s soft purr rippled through me. “Something familiar…”“Familiar?” I frowned, trying to catch my breath. “At a time like this, you’re purring?”“You’ll understand soon enough,”she said cryptically, her tone both teasing and… emotional. She sounded less worried.I didn’t have time to argue. The courtyard opened before us, a scene of chaos and confusion. Guards lined the sides, whispering among themselves, while a few Alphas stood frozen in disbelief.And there, lying on the cold marble ground…was Lord Dylen.“Dylen…” The name escaped me before I could stop it.I ran to him, my feet barely touching the ground. My father called af