Semua Bab The Alpha's prey: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Scarlett’s POVDarkness. That was all there was. A deep, heavy darkness pressing down on me like thick water, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning, sinking deeper into nothingness, with no way out.But then, slowly, something pulled me up. A faint warmth pressed against my cheek, and I felt air filling my lungs again. My chest rose and fell shakily. My eyelids fluttered, heavy and sore, and when I opened them, bright light burned into my eyes, making me wince.I blinked a few times, trying to clear the blur. My head hurt so badly, like someone had slammed a brick against it. My throat felt dry and scratchy, and my body… my body felt like it didn’t belong to me.I let out a small groan and tried to sit up, but my arms were weak. A shadow moved at the edge of my vision, and I turned my head slowly.There, sitting on a chair beside my bed, was a man.Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. His face was hard, strong jaw clenched, and his eyes…

Scarlett's POV I woke up to the sound of pages turning. Soft, deliberate. Like each movement carried the weight of something ancient.When I blinked my eyes open, golden light poured into the room, slipping across his face where he sat by the window. Luciano. He looked so still, like he’d been carved from stone, except for his fingers, slowly turning the page of a thick leather-bound journal resting on his lap.For a moment, I just watched him.He looked tired. There were faint shadows under his eyes, and his hair fell messily across his forehead, catching the dawn light in strands of soft brown and gold. I didn’t know him. Not really. But looking at him like this… my chest ached in a way I couldn’t explain.I tried to speak, but my throat burned. My voice came out cracked and broken. “Why are you here?”His eyes lifted from the journal, dark and unreadable as they found mine. He didn’t say anything. Just closed the book quietly, setting it aside on the small table by his chair, and

 Scarlett’s POV Everything felt heavy. My body… my mind… even my breath. I floated somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, trapped in this suffocating dark. Voices echoed around me, muffled and distant, like I was underwater. I heard Luciano first His voice wasn’t loud, but it rumbled through my chest like thunder. Low, rough, and terrifyingly calm. “She needs to eat,” he growled softly. “She’s too weak.” Then another voice – warmer, feminine, trembling at the edges. I knew that as Savannah. “She will, mi rey… she will. She just needs time.” Time. Did I even have that? My eyes fluttered, but darkness clung to me like wet silk. I couldn’t open them, and I couldn’t even spe

  Scarlett's POV  I woke up to soft footsteps in the room. For a moment, I panicked, my eyes flying open, but the harsh early light made them water. I blinked away the blur until my vision cleared. Savannah stood by the window, drawing the curtains apart with careful precision. The dawn light spilled into the room, turning her silver-streaked bun into a soft halo. “Good morning, niña,” she said without turning, her voice calm and measured. I swallowed, feeling the dryness in my throat like sandpaper. My voice came out a cracked whisper. “Morning.” She turned to look at me properly then, and her eyes softened with something close to relief. “Sit up,” she ordered gently, picking up a tray from the armchair beside her. Steam curled from the mug on it, filling the air with the scent of honey and bitter herbs.

  Luciano’s POV The tunnels beneath the manor always smelled the same – of damp stone, rusted iron, and old blood. The scent clung to the walls like a curse, soaking into the marrow of the earth itself. As I descended deeper into the dark, the silence pressed in tighter, wrapping around me like a lover’s hands at my throat. My wolf stalked inside me, claws scraping bone. Restless. Angry. Protective. Milo’s words echoed in my skull, each syllable a branding iron. Love her rightly… or lose her forever. I bared my teeth at the shadows. I do not need riddles from a half-blind seer to know that she is my weakness. I was not denying it.  My boots struck the stone steps with steady thuds until I reached the lowest level. Two guards stood outside the reinforced iron door. Both straightened instantly at my