Semua Bab Alpha Salvatore: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Lia:Luna Isobel summoned me before I could catch my breath.And as Theia walked me toward her room, and I could tell that she was keeping a close eye on me, not wanting me to run off.“You are going to be respecting the mother Luna. Alpha Marcel might let you get away with your shenanigans, but she will not.” Theia said, and I looked away from her.She didn’t bother, she simply guided me toward the room, knocking on the door twice before opening it, allowing me inside. She didn’t even walk in with me.Her chamber was colder than the rest of the hall, stone, restraint, authority pressed into every surface. She stood near the window when I entered, her back straight, her reflection sharp in the glass. When she turned, her eyes took me in piece by piece, slow and thorough, like she was weighing something fragile and dangerous all at once.“I want you away from my son,” she said without preamble. “I will not try to sugarcoat the matter with you. I think that you understand very well.”Th

Lia:The classes ended quietly.Quickly…And in my opinion, calmly.I sat with my back straight, hands folded, breathing even as the others shifted around me, some restless, some bored, some openly annoyed. The room smelled of ink, papers, and perfume, the soft scrape of chairs the only sound as the lesson concluded.“Enough for today,” Theia said, closing the book in her hands. “You are going to go to the consort hall for now and rest, then you can alternate for the bathhouse. The mother Luna is holding a little celebration for you as entertainment for doing good in front of our guests yesterday.”The girls seemed to beam with excitement, I never understood the liking of such dances to entertain mother Lunas, but then again, I knew the reason behind them was to show dominance and power.I rose with the others, instinctive, controlled. I had learned long ago that discipline was survival dressed as obedience.Theia’s gaze lingered on me.“You adapt and learn quickly,” she said, her voi

Lia:For a moment, I couldn’t move.Confusion tangled with relief so sharp it left me dizzy. I lay there as Marcel covered my thigh carefully, his movements precise, controlled, protective. He didn’t linger. He didn’t look like a man who had taken something. He didn’t even look like he was trying to.He looked like a man who had kept a promise.When he stepped back from the bed completely, something inside me loosened. And I found myself staring at him in a way that I didn’t even think should be true.I pushed myself up and followed him as he set the blade aside, cleaning it thoroughly before placing it out of reach. He barely turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine, frowning when he saw me as close as I was.That was when I did it.I stepped into him and wrapped my arms around his middle.He stiffened, just for a heartbeat, clearly caught off guard. Then his arms came around me, solid and warm, holding me without question, without demand. He didn’t move. It was as if he was allowing

Elara:The room was dark.Not peaceful… dark.The kind that pressed in on you, thick and suffocating, the air stale from being denied movement, denied time. My throat burned, my stomach twisted painfully, and my head throbbed with a dull ache that refused to fade.No food.No water.And even worse, she wasn’t allowing me to have any lights on…This was a ‘lesson’.The door opened, and I knew that it was her. She had given the order that no one would be entering my room until she came herself.I laughed, the sound brittle and wrong. “You’re locking the wrong person,” I snapped the moment the door finally opened. “If you think this will fix anything, you’re delusional. And right now, more than any other time, you are giving them an advantage over everything that you know.”Luna Isobel stepped inside, calm as ever, carrying no tray, no apology. She closed the door behind her slowly. She walked toward me, her eyes meeting mine in the dark room, unphased by my situation.“You’re being puni

Marcel:Control had never been my weakness.Violence, restraint, strategy, those were things I had mastered long ago. But standing there, looking at Lia as she sat on the couch, flushed and breathing unevenly, eyes dark with something she didn’t know how to name yet…That was different.The bond pulsed, hot and insistent, echoing her confusion back at me. I could feel her need, not hunger, not lust alone, but something deeper. Want. Safety. Curiosity. Fear.I dragged a hand through my damp hair and forced myself to step back, as I forced myself to look away.“Are you okay?” she asked softly. “You’ve been standing there for the past five minutes, refusing to look at me.”The question almost undid me.I lowered myself to the couch beside her instead, close but not touching, my back resting against the couch. “I should be asking you that. I am not the one who is sitting, my arms wrapped around myself as I get lost in my thoughts.”She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I’m just… confused. Ab