Semua Bab Her Men Of Ruin: Bab 81 - Bab 85

Once the brothers regain their senses, knowing what they have just done and its effect on Heaven, they pull away from her. Then Zeedar leads them far from the bed.“I think we need to comfort her,” Freck says worriedly, his eyes peeled on her.As he tries to approach her, Zeedar drags him back. “She needs space. Clustering around her now will do no good.”“But she’s suffering,” Freck insists, earning Zeedar's glare that instantly shuts him up.“The mating bond is complete,” Ziason suddenly mumbles. Only then do the brothers realize how much of Heaven’s feelings are spreading through them—her pain, her fear, her wrath.They may be a bit far from her, but it feels like they’re attached to her skin. In fact, their own eyes burn while they watch tears sliding down the corners of her eyes.They even experience prickling sensations on their skin as they watch hers begin to glow up until, once again, a ball of light envelops her.The ball ripples, making a low rumbling sound as if threatenin

“My mother… in a way, I would say she killed herself. Her death really shaped me in ways I cannot fathom, just as her life did. We were the closest—she and I. When I was younger, I was perceived as the weakest, so I mingled less with my brothers and less with my father. My mother was the only one who had my back. She would comfort me and teach me in a nicer way how to be strong, but sometimes I found her actions and words contradictory. The things she did and said to me did not match her words and actions to my brothers. One could smell the clear-cut favoritism from afar. And although it never felt good watching her be the villain to my brothers, especially Zaphriel, she was a gem in my eyes. I still valued her and did not take it lightly when she died because of my father’s stubbornness. I blamed him. I blamed my brothers. I blamed myself. I blamed everything. However, over time, watching my brothers grow stronger with each struggle they faced made me wonder whether I understood my m