Semua Bab PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Bab 121 - Bab 130

The court fell silent again, no one daring to meet his eyes.At that moment, the door creaked open. A young servant stumbled in and dropped to his knees, forehead pressed to the floor."My lord-""What is it?" Haspan snapped.The boy held up a sealed parchment with trembling hands. "A letter, sire... from Lucian Speare. He requests that you honor the Alpha Academy with your presence in two nights."Haspan's gaze froze.For a heartbeat, he said nothing. Then, with a quiet laugh-low and venomous-he tore the parchment from the servant's grip. The paper crinkled under his fingers before he ripped it in two, then four, then threw the shreds into the air like dust."My presence?" he hissed. "That bastard child thinks I have the leisure of a schoolmaster?"He began to pace, voice growing louder, more venomous with each word."He forgets whose blood he carries-his mother, a filthy street whore I took pity on; his brother, a corpse before he could even howl."He stopped abruptly, eyes blazing.

When the palace guards rushed forward, intent on welcoming Mia and inspecting her company, one of the witches raised her hand."Stay where you are," she said coldly, her voice echoing unnaturally, almost doubled-as if the earth itself repeated her words. "We came this far without guards. Touch any one of us, and I'll burn your breath out of your lungs."Another wizard beside her added, his tone like gravel, "We don't need escort or permission. Open your mouths again, and we'll show you what it means to break silence in the face of power."The guards froze, their armor clinking nervously as they bowed low and backed away.Mia finally pulled back her hood. Her face was pale but calm, her gaze sweeping over the familiar walls of Somberwoke. A faint sadness-no, fury-darkened her eyes as she dismounted."Where is your master and Lady Froste?" she asked, voice steady, though something trembled beneath it.No one answered at first. The witches behind her exchanged glances, their wands faint

It wasn't graceful-it was feral.She lunged off the bed, linens tearing from her body as her nails extended, wolf instincts flickering beneath her fragile skin. She went straight for the nearest witch, a raw snarl breaking from her lips.The witch barely flinched. With a single flick of her hand, a surge of white light burst between them.Crack!Ariya was thrown back violently, her body colliding with the stone wall. The impact shook the shelves and sent jars tumbling. She slid to the floor, gasping, a streak of blood running down her temple.Mia's eyes widened in horror as she struggled against the spell still binding her."Enough," the lead witch said coldly. "We didn't come to kill them... not yet."Her gaze swept over Ariya's crumpled form and lingered, curious and cruel."She still carries it," the witch murmured. "The memory of the child she shouldn't have borne. The man she should have avoided years ago."The others exchanged wary glances."Then," another whispered, "it's true

Mia's scream cracked through the dungeon walls.In the hallway above, Haspan and Sergius turned sharply. The witches froze."What was that?""Guards!" Sergius barked. "Open the cell!"The ground trembled. The torches flickered out one by one.A violent wind howled through the corridors. The guards at the cell door were flung like paper dolls, bodies slamming into the walls.Inside, Mia knelt, clutching Ariya's limp body. Her tears glowed crimson."Mother! Zedras lokhen nezada odvuy...."A witch shouted from beyond the mist."You've killed her, you foolish child! Stop this madness!"But Mia looked up slowly, eyes blood-red, her hair lifting in the violent wind. Blood streamed from her nose and eyes."I'd rather die!" she screamed.The Veilbound raised their hands, chanting spells, but the air exploded in white. The wind tore through the palace, scattering soldiers and ripping open the far wall - the night itself seemed to come in.Then silence.Mia, Ariya, and the floating letter vanis

The Dean's office was colder than the courtyard.No candles. No warmth. Only the smell of burnt sage and iron ink.Elowyn stood in front of the long black desk, hands clasped tight behind her back, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs. The female dean-Madam Seraphine Duskborne-sat still, her gray eyes sharp enough to slice through bone."Cadet Elyan Froste," Seraphine said softly, her tone sharp but calm. "Do you know why you're here?"Elowyn swallowed. "No, ma'am."The woman tilted her head, studying her face like she could peel away the skin. "The Draven Book," she said. "It's missing. And rumor has it, you were last seen near the shelf."Elowyn's throat tightened. "I-I never opened it, ma'am. I don't even know what's inside."Seraphine's lips curved faintly. Not a smile. Not yet. "You never opened it?" she repeated. "Strange."Elowyn froze.The Dean rose slowly to her endless height, the hem of her robe whispering across the floor. "Tell me, Elyan-if that's truly your name-why