Semua Bab The Broken Beta’s Redemption : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lucian’s POV Getting into his head was the hardest thing I’ve tried in over a decade, but the moment he collapsed and we all rushed forward with worry, even Damon seemed shocked at Julian’s condition. I knew what Damon had attempted to do, even if I could almost never get into his head, I could tell what he was doing this time around. He wanted to get Julian to open up. We could all see he was falling apart in here, and I knew for that Dark Lord, pushing him this way was his own method of caring. Odd, if you ask me… but everyone has their own way. “His panic is killing him,” I whispered as we all watched Julian’s body go limp on the floor of his cell. “I’ve been trying to get into his head to see what’s going on, but of course today just had to be the day he has his mind completely blocked.” I breathed out after another failed attempt. I knew I was always the nonchalant, loose one, but right now I was almost panicking as I stared at the boy lying there. “The prison restricts our

To say I was baffled would be an understatement. I never imagined I would come close to smiling, much less actually do it—ever since I was dragged in here. My smile, my joy, my life… all of it felt like it ended the moment I was taken from my pack. So believing that the tiny chuckle that echoed through this dark cell came from me felt unreal. For a moment, I wondered if Lucian had slipped another memory into my head. But the softness in everyone’s eyes told me it wasn’t him. I had really smiled. For the first time in months. And I didn’t know how to feel about it. What did it mean? Was I beginning to accept this place—this darkness, this repetitive cycle—as my new reality? Was I even allowed to? “There’s nothing stopping you from laughing, Julian,” Lucian said gently, drawing my attention to him. “It’s just a smile—it’s not that big a deal.” He pushed off the bars and slid to the floor with a sigh. “I saw you smiling a lot in your memories. Helping people. Always with this brig

“Mate?” Lucian’s voice cut through my thoughts, dragging me back to reality. I shook my head immediately, my voice dropping against my will as Robin’s face flashed in my mind. “He isn’t my mate,” I said quietly. “It’s… complicated.” I lifted my head to meet their gazes. “I thought you saw most of my memories, Lucian. Shouldn’t you know almost everything already?” Lucian chuckled. “I couldn’t see everything, kid. And don’t worry—whatever I did see stays with me. So stop trying to act smart.” He grinned, eyes bright with mischief. “Instead, I’d prefer you tell us more about the boy you like.” I blinked at him, stunned, but the strangest thing happened—I relaxed. Maybe because he’d said it outright, saving me the anxiety of guessing how much he knew. “Why do I even have to talk about him? There isn’t much to say,” I muttered, glancing between them. “Love always finds a way to shine through, Julian,” Damon said softly. “No matter how complicated you think your story is, if l

Raven’s POV Just hearing Julian speak that name, that cursed name—undid something in me I thought had died long ago. The Men of the Shadows. I had spent years convincing myself time had wiped them off the face of the earth. That they were nothing but ghosts now. But hearing they were alive, alive enough to ruin another life, to destroy Julian of all people—made my knees give out. I sank to the cold floor, the cell spinning around me. I knew Damon and Lucian felt the same. Maybe worse. But the moment their name was spoken, the faces of my pack flashed before me—every life taken, every body I saw sprawled in the ruins I created with my own hands while their sick, dark energy watched from the shadows. No one could convince me my pain wasn’t the worst kind of hell there was. They shouldn’t be alive. They don’t deserve to live. I glanced toward Julian. He was still watching us, quiet, confused, holding himself together with that guarded look. And suddenly, it clicked. I u

Damon’s POV I never thought I would hear that name again. Not in this lifetime. Not after everything. I truly believed that the chapter of my life involving them had closed the moment I was thrown in here. I accepted defeat without much resistance because I was certain they wouldn’t live longer than I would. I comforted myself with the thought that death would catch up to them eventually—that the world would rid itself of their existence without me needing to lift a finger. That was the sliver of peace I survived on. A tiny, pathetic piece of comfort after they tore away the only person that ever mattered. But one mention of their name from Julian’s mouth ripped that tiny peace to shreds. Just like that—everything resurfaced. They lived. They were still alive after all these years. My blood boiled so violently I thought I would burst through the cell walls myself. But I couldn’t give in—not yet. If they were still alive, if they still had the audacity to ruin ano