Semua Bab The Runaway Alpha Daughter:Christmas With The Ruthless Mate : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Back At Ashbourne...Exactly four o’clock, a loud bell rang across the academy, echoing through the halls and across the courtyards. The noise of students rushing out of their hostels filled the air—shouts, footsteps, and clattering armor mixing together. A deep, commanding voice boomed above it all, belonging to one of the teachers:“All students! Assemble at the training field immediately! Latecomers will face punishment!”Philipa glanced at Draven’s empty bed. He hadn’t returned to the room since earlier, and a flicker of relief passed through her. She quickly pulled on one of Kaden’s training uniforms—looser, more comfortable than her own—and adjusted it as best she could.The voice started counting down, “Five… four… three… two…” and students panicked, shouting and running in every direction. Philipa didn’t waste a second. She dashed out, sprinting toward the training field along with the others.When she arrived, she was struck by the sight of the massive field. Unlike the dini

Night slowly fell over the academy.The lights along the stone pathways flickered on one by one, casting long shadows across the buildings. Whispers filled the air—everyone was still talking about what happened on the training field.Inside one of the senior hostels, a door slammed open. Darkson stepped in.His silver-blue eyes were sharp, burning with restrained fury. The moment he entered, the room went completely silent.Marvin sat on the bed, his face swollen, bruised, and wrapped in crude bandages. Dried blood still stained his shirt. Two of his friends stood nearby, clearly nervous.Darkson’s gaze locked onto his brother "…Who did this to you?” he asked calmly.That calmness was far more terrifying than shouting.Marvin clenched his fists. “That newbie. Jordan.”Darkson took a slow step forward.“A newbie,” he repeated softly. “Did this?”Marvin’s jaw tightened. “He humiliated me in front of everyone. And Draven interfered.”At the mention of Draven’s name, Darkson’s eyes darke

The hostel was quiet. Too quiet.Philipa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body aches feom the training had faded away, thanks to the healing halve, but her mind refused to rest. The fact thet the perfume was slowly down her healing abilities is worrisome, till, she needs to keep on using it. Every muscle felt relaxed when she moved, yet sleep would not come. Draven had alerted her on a possible attack on her soon, and that unsettled her. The men world is more competitive than she imagined. An attack on her just because she won fair, and square?. Suddenly, the room felt tensed... Something felt… wrong. She slowly sat up.The moonlight slipped through the window, casting pale lines across the floor. The curtains stirred slightly, even though there was no wind.Her wolf stirred uneasily inside her.Danger.Before she could react, the door creaked open.Three shadows slipped into the room.Her heart slammed violently against her chest.“Found him,” a low voice whispered.Phil

“Mom! Please—don’t leave me!”The little boy clung desperately to his mother’s hands, his small fingers shaking as tears streamed down his face. His cries echoed through the cold air, broken and helpless.“Please, Mom… take me with you,” Draven sobbed. “I’ll be good. I promise.”His mother’s face was hard. Cold. Empty.She tried to pull her hands free, but Draven held on with all his strength.“I don’t want you anymore,” she snapped suddenly, her voice sharp and cruel. “You’re a burden. Extra luggage I can’t afford to carry.”Draven froze.His grip tightened in panic. “No… no—Mom!” he cried.She shoved him away. Hard. Draven stumbled backward, his small body crashing to the ground. His head struck a sharp stone.Pain exploded— Darkness swallowed him.Through the ringing in his ears, he heard his father’s voice shouting in fury.“How could you do that to him?! He’s your son!”Then—Fire.Screams.Steel clashing.Draven gasped as the scene changed violently.He was older now. Blood covered

With Philipa leaning heavily on Draven and Rowan, they finally reached the hostel.Rowan hurried ahead and pushed the door open.Inside, the room was quiet and dim.Draven guided Philipa carefully to the bed. He helped her sit, then gently laid her down. The moment her back touched the mattress, she winced sharply, her fingers gripping and rumpling the bedsheets as she tried to ease the pain with small restless movements.Her eyes stayed shut.Draven’s jaw tightened. He turned quickly to his side of the room, and pulled out his aid box from under the bed. Opening it, he took out a small jar of healing salve, and walked back to her bedside.“Rowan, water,” he said shortly.Rowan rushed into the bathroom, returned with a bowl of water and a clean towel.He dipped the cloth and gently wiped Philipa’s arm. She groaned loudly.Draven froze. “I—I think I should stop.” he told Rowan while cursing under his breath.“Thanks,” he said, taking the towel. “Go get ready for class. Time’s already g