Semua Bab A Dorm With My Alpha Mate : Bab 81 - Bab 87

Aria's POV The world was a broken symphony of pain. I was on my knees, one hand pressed to the slick warmth soaking through my trousers, the other still curled around the now-dull glow of the moon-blessed vial. Useless.But even through the pain-haze, I had seen her. Not when she blocked Alistair’s blade—that was just the last, stunning note. I had seen her long before.When the horns blew and Silvermane forces smashed into the fray, the battle became a whirlpool of confusion. It was then I first noticed the flash of simple steel that wasn’t Silvermane-issue, moving not with regimented force, but with a feral, efficient grace. She was a shadow at the edge of the collapsing Unbound line, a drudge-turned-demon. She didn’t roar. She flowed.I saw her cut the legs out from under a Silvermane soldier about to spear Gren from behind. I saw her use a fallen shield as a ramp to launch herself at another, her knife finding the gap between breastplate and pauldron with chilling accuracy. She w

Kai's POV The air in the Great This was supposed to be victory. This hall should be roaring with the chaos of celebration, not the chaos of dying. We should be toasting the end of Malrick’s madness, the preservation of the bonds. I stood near the barricaded doors, my shoulder leaning against the cold stone of the archway. From here, I could see the whole terrible panorama.My people—my pack, and the shattered remnants of others—were scattered like dropped toys across the floor. The wounded. My eyes skipped over them, my mind reluctantly putting names to the moans: Lorcan, arm shattered. Marta from the eastern croft, a deep gash across her scalp, pale and still from blood loss. And for what? A truth that felt like a different kind of weapon?My gaze was pulled, to the corner by the window. Sylvie. My sister. The word felt foreign and fragile in my mind… She hadn’t moved. She was a statue, the girl I remembered was all soft edges and quick laughter, a shadow who followed me with unw

Aria's POVThe pain in my leg had settled from a sharp, screaming agony into a deep, constant throb. The other pain was quieter, it was a hollow in my chest, a space that seemed to grow larger with every passing hour… the pain of watching Kai fracture before my eyes.He moved through the hall like a man haunted, his broad shoulders carrying a weight that bowed them slightly. He tended to the wounded, mediated squabbles over water rations, paced before the barricaded doors. He was doing everything an Alpha should. But his eyes… his eyes were never on the task at hand. They were always tracking to the corner, to the silent sentinel by the window.Sylvie.I understood, gods knew I understood. His sister, risen from the dead, a walking scar of their father’s betrayal. The shock, the guilt, the desperate, giddy hope—it was a storm that would break any man but it was settling over him, a permanent fog that left no room for anything else. Including me.He’d bandaged my leg with a tenderness