Semua Bab Protector of the Alpha's cursed heir. : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Doctor Owen gestured for her to sit. Reluctantly, Annie perched on the edge of a sofa, as far from everyone else as possible.Doctor Owen looked at her while really hoping that his words wouldn't break her. His face showed that he really cared about her."Ember Born witches have existed for thousands of years," Doctor Owen began, settling back into his chair. "They're born with the ability to create, control, and manipulate fire. But it's not just about flames—Ember Born can sense heat signatures, they manipulate temperatures, travel through flames, and they have supernatural hearing. Let's say someone was at the gate, and they whispered. You could hear them if you concentrated.""Wow... Not bad at all." Dante muttered."Killian turned to Annie, "So that's how you were able to hear me on the phone the other day–about Diego."Annie nodded slowly, and guilt flushed her face. She had been keeping a secret from Killian since. "That day at your office, I heard him say that you were doomed

Annies scream tore through the silence of the night like a blade– terrified, desperate.Killian was awake instantly, his supernatural reflexes bringing him to full alertness before his conscious mind even registered what was happening. Annie thrashed beside him, not just screaming but shaking. Her body was jerking with such violence that she nearly threw herself off the bed entirely."Annie—" He reached for her, but she was already moving, scrambling away from something only she could see, her eyes wide and unseeing in the darkness.She tried to run—actually tried to bolt from the bed in a blind panic—and Killian caught her around the waist just before she could crash into the dresser. She fought him with surprising strength, her hands clawing at his arms, her breathing coming in sharp, hyperventilating gasps, trying so hard to get away from Killian's tight grip."Annie, stop! It's me!" He turned her in his arms, trying to make her see him, but she was still trapped in the horror she

Killian felt the silence like a physical weight. He felt he had overstepped, pushed too hard, let his own insecurities show in a moment when she needed his support, not his emotional complications."You look beautiful Annie," he said finally, his voice deliberately lighter, changing the subject with the emotional intelligence that defined him. "Stop worrying. Your parents are going to be so overwhelmed to see you that they won't care about anything else. And if they do—" he squeezed her hand, "—then they'll have to deal with me. Fair warning, I can be very persuasive when I need to be."Annie managed a small smile, grateful for the reprieve but still feeling the weight of the question she hadn't answered.Killian reached forward and turned on the sound system, clearly trying to lighten the mood. Music filled the car—a female voice rapping over a hypnotic beat, clever wordplay and confident delivery that immediately caught Annie's attention.Her head whipped toward the speakers. "Wait.

Mr and Mrs Morales exchanged a long look, an entire conversation passing between them in the space of a few seconds. The kind of wordless communication that came from decades of marriage, of knowing each other so well that words became unnecessary.When Mr Morales spoke, his voice was heavy with a grief that had clearly never fully healed. "What do you remember about that night, Annie?"Annie closed her eyes, reaching for memories that had always been frustratingly vague, like trying to see through fog. "Nothing clear," she admitted. "Just—smoke. Fire. Screaming. Someone—I think it was a fireman—was carrying me outside. And then waking up in the hospital and you both being there but being different somehow." She opened her eyes. "Everything after that is clearer. You're taking me to church more. The pastor was praying over me. You were looking at me like you were scared of me. And then—"She had to stop, had to breathe through the pain of the memory."And then you sent me back to the

Mr Morales tilted his head with a knowing. "I've been a minister for forty years," Mr Morales said calmly. "I've learned to sense when something is just different. You have the same feeling Annie had that night. That sense of being more than what you appear."Killian considered lying, considered deflecting. But these people had just bared their souls, had confessed their greatest failures and deepest regrets. They deserved honesty in return."I'm not," he admitted. "Neither is Annie, as you've figured out. She's a fire witch. The power you saw that night—it's real. It's part of who she is.""And you?""I'm a werewolf," Killian said simply. "From a very old, very complicated and vicious family."To his surprise, Mr Morales didn't look shocked or frightened. He just nodded slowly, like this confirmed something he'd already suspected."The supernatural world," he said quietly. "It's real. All of it. Witches and werewolves and—what else? Vampires? Ghosts?""All of it," Killian confirmed.