Semua Bab The Lycan's Contract Bride : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Aria's POV The space between timelines had become a gathering ground. Seven Watchers now stood—or rather existed—in formation around us, their non-forms creating pressure that made breathing feel like swallowing glass.*THE REBELLION ENDS NOW,* they spoke in unified absence of voice."It's barely begun," I countered, though my defiance felt small against their vast presence.*CHILD, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE DOING.* The lead Watcher shifted, showing me glimpses of realities that had collapsed. *EVERY REALITY THAT BREAKS THE RULES EVENTUALLY CONSUMES ITSELF. THE LAWS EXIST NOT TO CAGE BUT TO PRESERVE.*"Preserve what? Stagnation?" Shadow-Aria stepped beside me. "We've lived our entire lives following rules that limited our potential."*POTENTIAL WITHOUT STRUCTURE IS CHAOS.*The Watcher gestured, and we saw it—realities where beings had achieved what we were attempting. At first, glorious evolution, infinite possibility. Then degradation. Consciousness spreading so thin it becam

Aria's POV The chain hung in the space between existence and void, each link containing infinite weight despite having no mass. I approached it slowly, my transformed perception allowing me to see what it truly was."Every choice never made," I whispered, understanding flooding through me. "Every path not taken. Every possibility that had to be sacrificed for reality to be singular."The Watchers stood witness, their forms trembling with anticipation or fear—perhaps both.*YOU SEE IT CLEARLY,* the lead Watcher confirmed. *THE CHAIN OF UNBEING. FORGED FROM ALL THAT COULD HAVE BEEN BUT WASN'T.*Each link pulsed with denied potential. In one, I saw myself never meeting Dimitri or Kieran, living a normal human life, dying peacefully of old age. In another, the supernatural never emerged, humanity continued ignorant and safe. Thousands, millions, infinite variations of reality that were sacrificed so this reality could exist."It's beautiful," Shadow-Aria said, and I realized my alternate

Aria's POV "The debt was never about time," I said, understanding flooding through me as I examined infinite possibilities. "Time was just the currency. The real debt is existential."Marina's eyes widened. "You know what he wants?""I know what he needs to know." I stood, the chain of reality showing me a truth buried so deep that even gods had forgotten it. "His mate—Selene. Everyone believes she died in the first war between existence and void.""She did die," Marina insisted. "The Void King's grief created the first black hole.""She chose to become something else." I looked up at the sky, where the moon hung full and bright. "She didn't die. She transformed herself into the moon itself to escape."Silence fell across all timelines simultaneously."That's impossible," Kieran said, but doubt colored his voice."Feel her," I urged, extending my perception through the chain. "Not with normal senses. Feel the consciousness woven into moonlight. The awareness in tidal pulls. She's bee

Aria's POV Sarah materialized again, but this time she brought the web with her—visible threads of causality spreading across the training ground like a spider's creation made of light and possibility."Look," she said, her voice resonating from multiple temporal positions. "Every decision, every choice, creates a branch."The threads split and multiplied before our eyes, each one representing a different timeline. But then I noticed something disturbing—many of the threads ended abruptly, cut short or withering into nothing."Dead timelines," I whispered, recognizing them through the chain's sight."Failed timelines," Sarah corrected. "Futures where we lost. Where the Devourer won. Where reality collapsed. I've been—" She paused, shame coloring her features. "I've been pruning them. Cutting off branches before they can become real."Marina stepped forward, her expression sharp. "You've been playing god with causality?""I've been gardening," Sarah defended. "Ensuring at least one ti

Aria's POV David arrived in flames that didn't burn—phoenix fire that transformed rather than destroyed. His human form was now just a suggestion, a memory of shape within an inferno of rebirth."I've been thinking," he said, his voice carrying the crackle of stars being born. "About cycles. About endings that become beginnings."We'd gathered in the transformed garden, all seven of my alternates present, both mates, Marina, Sarah flickering through timelines, and now David in his transcendent form."Let me guess," Dead-Timeline-Aria said dryly. "You have a solution that involves burning everything down.""Not burning. Renewing." David's flames pulsed with conviction. "The phoenix doesn't just survive death—it controls it. Chooses when to end and begin. What if we did the same with the universe?""Explain," I said, though the chain was already showing me possibilities I didn't like."We trigger universal rebirth intentionally. Before the Devourer can escape. Before entropy wins." His