《The prophecy’s reject 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Killian’s POVThe mirror caught every detail, the lines beneath my eyes, the tightness in my jaw, the faint silver scars that still trailed down my throat from the last battle.I had always thought the Alpha of Howlborne should look powerful, steady. But staring at myself now, all I saw was a man about to bind himself to something he didn’t believe in.Worse, someone he didn’t love.Lucien stood behind me, fastening the collar of my suit with quiet precision. He was always careful, always calm. His reflection met mine briefly, his pale eyes sharp but unreadable.“You’re fidgeting again,” he muttered.“I’m breathing,” I said flatly.He gave a low chuckle. “You call that breathing? You’ve been holding your breath for five minutes.”“You can tell?”A smirk formed on his lips, “Come on, it’s obvious.”I looked away from the mirror. The weight of the black ceremonial coat felt heavier than armor.My reflection almost mocked me; the Alpha dressed like a groom for a marriage that wasn’t his

Zylia’s POV“Er…hem!”A voice shook, it sounded like it came outside the tent.My eyes blinked open to Raven, sharp and amused, slicing through the morning quiet.I squinted, my head still fuzzy, warmth pressed against my side.Then it hit me…That warmth was Mason.I froze.His arm was draped lazily over my waist, his breath soft against my neck.We must’ve fallen asleep after our long conversation last night.We were tangled like we’d been doing it for years.My body stiffened instantly.“Morning, lovebirds,” Raven said, grinning wide from the tent’s opening. “Should I give you two a moment, or…?”“Raven!” I shot up, my face burning.Mason groaned beside me, rubbing his eyes like he’d just woken from the best sleep of his life.“What…wait…what’s going on?” he mumbled. Then he blinked at me, realized our position, and his eyes widened. “Oh. Oh…hell.”Raven folded her arms, smirking. “Next time, warn me before turning the tent into a cuddle den, alright?”I pushed past her, muttering,

Zylia’s POVThe flap lifted.My breath froze.Moonlight poured in, pale and trembling, outlining a tall silhouette.My pulse raced before my mind caught up, it wasn’t an enemy.It was him.“Mason…” I breathed, but the relief was short-lived.His expression wasn’t soft like before. His eyes were sharp, scanning the tent, the corners, the shadows. He stepped in, the air behind him curling cold.“You felt it too?” he asked.I blinked. “Felt what?”“That… shift,” he said, voice low. “Like something breathing down your neck.”He was right. I had felt it, that whisper that wasn’t human, the faint echo under my skin that didn’t belong to me. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my heartbeat. “It’s nothing,” I said. “Maybe just the wind.”Mason tilted his head, unconvinced. “The wind doesn’t make the mark on your neck glow.”I froze. My hand shot up instinctively, covering it…too late. The faint, silvery light beneath my skin pulsed through my fingers.Mason took a step closer. “Zylia… what is

Killian’s POVSleep never found me that night.Every time I try close my eyes, I saw her, Zylia, covered in light, screaming my name as the ground split beneath her.When I jolted awake, sweat clung to my skin, and the mark on my wrist burned like fire.The Moon hung low and red through my window, staining everything in its reach. It felt like a warning. Or maybe a countdown.She had been haunting my dream lately and I knew it wasn’t normal.Although, the thoughts of her, of the both of us, together, lingered in my heart every night before I tried to sleep.I had to see the Priestess.She’d have answers.By the time I reached the temple, the world still hadn’t caught its breath. The Moon Priestess was waiting, as though she’d known I would come.“You shouldn’t be here, Alpha,” she said quietly. “The Moon is restless.”“So am I,” I muttered, stepping closer. “Tell me the truth, Priestess. The prophecy, ‘The Alpha’s mate shall betray him. His Luna shall be his downfall.’ What does it me

Killian’s POVThe silence in Howlborne had changed.The red moon hasn’t faded either.It wasn’t the kind that came from peace, it was the kind that came from fear. From the unease of a pack that knew something sacred was breaking.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Zylia.My dreams were filled with her. Her name clouded my every thought.I was going crazy.Her name felt like a wound I couldn’t stop touching.The memory of her light; silver and soft, haunted my sleep.I’d wake drenched in sweat, her voice echoing like a whisper carried by the wind.“She’s calling to you,” the Moon Priestess had said earlier that morning.Her pale eyes glowed with the same quiet pity I’d come to despise. “But your path leads to ruin, Alpha. The prophecy still stands.”I clenched my jaw. “The prophecy has already ruined me.”Her lips pressed together. “The Moon does not lie, Killian. The Alpha’s mate shall betray him. His Luna shall be his downfall.”The very one person I cherished the most was my d