Lahat ng Kabanata ng Goodbye My Fated Mate, I Married Your Alpha King: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Tessa's POV"I won't." My voice was calm, steady, resolute. I turned on my heel, walking through the hall without hesitation, leaving his stunned, dark eyes fixed on my retreating figure. Every step felt like reclaiming myself, every breath a declaration of freedom.By the time I reached the Ashford House, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the front gate. My luggage was packed, neatly lined beside me. Marcus, Gloria, and Bianca watched in silence, the air thick with anticipation.Marcus handed me a check. "Here's your ten million."Bianca's voice tried to sound wistful. "Tessa, I'm really going to miss you."Gloria chimed in with fake cheer. "Need me to pack some snacks for you?"I let out a humorless chuckle, my eyes cold. "Cut the act."I grabbed my luggage, ready to leave.Then three sleek, black SUVs glided into the driveway with precise formation, their polished bodies catching the sunlight, reflecting the grandeur of power and wealth. Four royal guards stepped out

Jasper's POVThe eastern border smelled of smoke and damp earth. My warriors fanned out through the trees, but the rogues were long gone—only trampled grass and snapped branches remained.And Bianca.She stumbled toward me the moment I appeared, eyes wet, face pale, arms flung wide."Jasper!" Her voice cracked as she collapsed against my chest, trembling like a child. "I—I was camping here with a friend, then those rogues came out of nowhere. I was so scared..."Her perfume was cloying, sweet enough to choke. My hands hovered uselessly before resting stiffly at her back. For the hundredth time, irritation gnawed at me. Bianca's answer to every crisis was always the same—tears, clinging, waiting for me to fix it.Tessa never needed that. She'd grit her teeth, steady her shoulders, and solve the problem herself before anyone knew it existed."Who?" My eyes lifted over Bianca's head.A man emerged from the shadows, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in casual clothes that reeked of bonfire

Tessa's POVThe silence stretched between us, heavy as iron. Daniel stood near the door, waiting. Alaric's gaze remained fixed on me, steady and patient, as though he had all the time in the world for me to decide.My chest tightened. Jason. The old Alpha who had always treated me with kindness when no one else in that pack had. The man who'd praised my work, who'd acknowledged my worth even when his own son couldn't see it."If you don't wish to go," Alaric said quietly, breaking the stillness, "Daniel will decline on your behalf with my decree. No one will question it."His voice was gentle, but there was steel beneath it—a quiet promise that he would shield me from anything I didn't want to face. The offer should have been a relief. Instead, it only made the ache in my chest deepen.I shook my head slowly. "Jason was one of the few kind wolves in Bloodmoon who truly cared about me."My voice came out steadier than I felt. "He's dying. I should help him."Alaric's expression didn't

Bianca's POVI watched through the crack in the door as Tessa moved around Jason's sickbed, her hands glowing faintly with that impossible golden light.It made my stomach twist.This wasn't supposed to happen. Tessa wasn't supposed to have a wolf. She wasn't supposed to have power. She was supposed to be nothing—a broken, discarded wolfless that Jasper had finally cast aside.But here she was, wearing the royal insignia like she belonged, her spine straight, her voice calm and steady as she spoke softly to the dying Alpha.Jason's breathing had already steadied. The gray pallor that had clung to his skin for weeks was fading, replaced by the faintest hint of color. His chest rose and fell more easily, his fingers no longer trembling against the sheets.She was healing him.If Jason recovered, everything would fall apart. Jasper's claim to the Alpha position would weaken. The pack elders would question his leadership. Worse, Jason might convince Jasper to take Tessa back—to throw me a

Jasper's POVThe air left my lungs.Memories crashed over me, Tessa, always there, always steady, always silent. The way she'd looked at me with something soft and aching, the way she'd worked herself to exhaustion for the pack, for me, expecting nothing in return.And I'd thrown it all back in her face.I'd believed Bianca. I'd chosen Bianca and accept Tessa's rejection.I'd humiliated Tessa, broken her, cast her aside like she was nothing.And all along, she'd been the one who saved me.My knees nearly buckled. I gripped the edge of the bed, my hands shaking, my throat tight."Why didn't she tell me?" The words came out strangled, desperate.My father's eyes were steady, unforgiving. "Would you have believed her?"The question hung in the air, brutal and undeniable.No. I wouldn't have.I would have dismissed her, accused her of lying, of trying to manipulate me. Just like I'd done a hundred times before."She's gone now," Jason said quietly. "And you have no one to blame but yourse