Semua Bab The Alpha's Abandoned Mate : Bab 141 - Bab 150

“Ryder, get up,” Sienna whispered urgently, her breath warm against his ear as she pulled him to his feet. “We have to move. Now.”“I can’t…” he muttered, but he tried anyway, forcing his legs to obey even as his body flickered like a dying flame. “Sienna, I’m not, ”“You’re not fading here,” she said, gripping him tighter. “I won’t let this forest be the last thing you see.”He gave a broken laugh against her shoulder. “That’s the problem. You keep trying to save me from the thing I already am.”She refused to answer that. Because if she did, she’d start crying again, and she needed strength more than grief.Leaves crackled under their feet as she dragged him through the darkness, her eyes darting toward every shifting shadow. Lunaris’ presence had vanished, but her words lingered like poison, and Sienna could feel the curse grinding inside Ryder, pulling at him, unraveling tiny threads of him every minute.“Lean on me,” she said. “Put all your weight on my right side.”“I already am

“Don’t move.” Sienna’s voice cut through the cold air as Ryder tried , and failed , to push himself off the floor. He had collapsed sideways after the last surge of power, and now he was breathing like a man dragging air through broken glass. She knelt beside him fast, gripping his shoulders as he trembled violently, his muscles tightening and loosening in painful spasms. “Ryder, look at me.”His head jerked, not quite a nod, not quite defiance. “I’m fine,” he forced out, though the words cracked with strain. “I just… need a moment.”“You’re lying,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across the back of his neck where Lunaris’s shadow mark pulsed like a living wound. The skin was fever-hot, almost burning her fingertips. “Your body isn’t handling the shift.”“It’s handled worse,” he muttered, though sweat dripped down his jaw and his hands clenched against the stone as if the earth itself could stop him from shaking apart.“You’re not proving anything to me,” she said sharply.“I’m pr

“Don’t look at me like that,” Ryder muttered into the darkness, though no one stood near him, though Sienna’s breathing remained steady on the other side of the ruined altar. His voice was low, almost broken, barely held together by breath and will. “If you keep breathing like that… I’m never going to walk away.”The moonlight, thin, ghost-pale, fractured through the shattered dome above, fell across the cracked temple floor. Sienna slept curled on her side, fingers stained with residual silver from whatever magic she’d forced herself to master before exhaustion claimed her. Her hair fanned across the cold stone like dark silk. Every rise of her chest was an anchor wrapped around his ribs.He stood at the far edge of the chamber, one hand braced against the wall, fighting the tremors that crawled through his body. Shadows clung to him now, not figurative shadows, but real ones, alive and hungry, whispering from the places where light could not quite reach. Each hour, they pulled harde

"Sienna, wake up." The voice wasn’t a voice, just a ripple of cold air brushing along her skin, curling under her ribs, dragging her out of sleep as if someone had gripped her spine and yanked. Her eyes snapped open, breath catching painfully, because the first thing she felt wasn’t fear, it was absence. A hollow space beside her where warmth used to be. Where he used to be. Where Ryder had lain only hours ago, counting breaths he struggled to keep steady, whispering her name like a prayer he didn’t deserve. And now, nothing.She pushed herself up so fast the blanket tangled around her legs and nearly threw her back down. "Ryder," she whispered, because saying it louder would make the truth too real. Her voice cracked anyway, thin as smoke. "Ryder, answer me."The ruins didn’t answer. The hall around her, broken pillars, cracked stone, vines threading through ancient carvings, felt colder than they had when she’d fallen asleep against his shoulder. The air tasted wrong. Too thin. As i

“Ryder, I’m coming for you,” Sienna whispered before her voice broke, the words trembling through the ruins as if carried by the stone itself.The sound of her own breath filled the shattered chamber, sharp and uneven, each inhale a painful reminder of what had just happened, of what she had just lost. Her palms pressed into the cracked floor where moonlight had bled like liquid silver moments ago. The glow had faded now, leaving only the cold imprint of the goddess’s warning and the echo of Ryder’s desperate plea still ringing in her skull. Her fingers curled against the stone as the night around her seemed to hold its breath.She rose slowly, her legs unsteady but her resolve carved from something unbreakable. “You think I’ll let you vanish without me?” she murmured again, her voice stronger this time, directed at the emptiness before her. “Not a chance.”The Moon Temple ruins groaned as wind swept through the broken pillars. Loose dust spiraled in thin, ghostly trails, as though th