Semua Bab Game Of Fate With The Cursed Alpha : Bab 71 - Bab 76

♣ DARIUS ♣I only had seven months left to breathe... and they would be filled with pain as well. I couldn't help but wonder if this was karma finally catching up to me. Had my lifestyle made me sick? Had all the bloodshed, endless battles, and the weight of carrying everyone else's burdens finally taken their toll on me? The irony almost made me laugh. I didn't even get the chance to live longer than my parents. The thought settled heavily in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. For years, I believed I was invincible, that nothing could bring the great Alpha Darius Ashfang to his knees. Yet here I was, defeated by something I couldn't even fight with my own strength. Fate truly had a cruel sense of humor.I stared blankly at the floor, unable to find the strength to speak. For the first time in years, a tear escaped my eye in front of someone other than Lycus. It slid silently down my cheek before dropping onto the polished wooden floor beneath me. I had always seen this comin

♠ SYLVARA ♠“Darius... please forgive me!” I cried, shaking my head repeatedly in regret as tears blurred my vision. My voice trembled uncontrollably, and my entire body shook from fear and guilt. My chest felt painfully tight, as though every breath was being squeezed out of me. I knew I had made a terrible mistake, but I never imagined it would hurt him this deeply. Looking into his eyes, I couldn't find even a trace of the warmth he had shown me only hours ago. The disappointment written across his face was far more painful than any punishment he could ever inflict on me. My fingers curled helplessly at my sides as I waited for him to say something... anything that would tell me there was still hope.“From now on...” he said coldly, his deep voice carrying through the silent mansion, “don't appear in front of me. I'm giving you the freedom you've been craving for.”His words struck me harder than a slap.My heart skipped violently before sinking into my stomach. The world around m

♣ DARIUS ♣“You raised those boys yourself! We... we raised them!” Lycus shouted, his voice echoing through the warehouse as frustration flashed across his face. His breathing had become uneven, and his fists were tightly clenched by his sides, the veins on his neck standing out from the strain. “How could you talk to them like that? Is that how you treat your comrades? Is that how you repay the people who've stood behind you all these years?” His words struck harder than any punch ever could, yet I remained standing where I was, my expression unreadable despite the turmoil raging inside me. I understood why he was furious. Those men weren't just subordinates to us. We had watched most of them grow from reckless teenagers into dependable warriors. We trained them, corrected them, punished them, celebrated their victories, and buried the ones who never returned from missions. They were more than soldiers. They were family. Hearing Lycus remind me of that only made the guilt pressing