Semua Bab The Alpha's Abandoned Mate : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The palace grounds were eerily silent, the heavy fog rolling in from the darkened forest surrounding the citadel. It was a time for reckoning, a time where the earth itself seemed to tremble beneath the power rising from within Sienna and Ryder. The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold.Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.She heard him before she saw him. The low growl of Ryder's voice reverberated through the courtyard, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned, eyes widening as Ryder emerged from the shadows, his for

“Do you ever wonder if we’ve made the wrong choice?”Amara’s voice broke the silence, her words a quiet thread of doubt that seemed to hang in the air. She stood near the edge of the cliff, the wind tousling her hair, as the vast ocean stretched out before them. It was a breathtaking view, one that might have once been peaceful, but now, with her words, it seemed to echo the uncertainty that had been growing between them.Ethan didn’t immediately answer. He stood beside her, staring out at the water, his mind lost in a sea of his own thoughts. For days now, he had been trying to convince himself that everything they had done, the risks they had taken, the alliances they had forged, the sacrifices they had made, had been for the right reasons. But Amara’s question stirred something deep inside him, something he couldn’t shake.“I don’t know,” Ethan said finally, his voice quieter than usual. “I think we did what we had to do. We didn’t have a choice.”“You always say that,” Amara repli

The moon hung heavy in the sky, a pale lantern casting shadows that flickered like whispers. The cold stone of the prison walls pressed in on Sienna as she made her way down the long corridor of the Citadel’s lower dungeons. Each step echoed in the silence, a reminder of the gravity of her mission tonight. She wasn’t here to make a decision, it had already been made. She was here to face the man who had once been her greatest love, the one who now lay broken under the weight of a curse that threatened to tear him apart.Sienna paused before the iron-barred door, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She could feel him on the other side, his presence an invisible force pressing against her. His power had always been overwhelming, but now... now it was something else entirely. Darker, stronger, more volatile.She took a deep breath, pushing away the wave of fear that threatened to swallow her whole. She had promised Ryder she would free him, that she would break the curse that bo

“You killed them, Sienna. All of them.”Ryder’s voice sliced through the heavy air before she even turned to face him. It came not from his lips but from the dark corner of her mind, the one place she could never fully silence him.Sienna froze at the center of the throne room, her silver crown glinting beneath the moonlight that spilled through the high arched windows. The metallic scent of blood still lingered from the executions hours ago. Her fingers trembled, yet her face remained carved in regal stillness , the mask she had learned to wear too well.“I did what I had to do,” she whispered, though the words felt hollow even to her.The fire in the braziers cracked softly, echoing her racing pulse. The council had dispersed, the courtiers gone , but his presence lingered, a shadow wrapped around her heart.“You think the crown absolves you?” Ryder’s voice was closer now, like a breath against her ear. “You’re not their savior anymore. You’re their executioner.”“Enough.” Her voice

“Don’t you dare touch that scroll, Sienna.”The voice cracked like thunder through the archive chamber.Her fingers froze midair, inches from the brittle parchment spread across the obsidian desk. The candlelight trembled, as if even flame feared the tone. Slowly, she turned. No one stood behind her. The air, however, pulsed , alive, heavy, aware.“I’m not here to destroy,” she whispered, though her heart was hammering. “I just need to understand.”The chamber responded with silence first… and then a sigh, the kind that carried centuries of regret. Dust drifted from the rafters like falling snow. The voice returned , deeper this time, fractured, almost animal.“Understanding cost me everything once.”Sienna straightened. Her midnight hair slipped from her hood, silver strands catching the light like threads of moonfire. “Then you should have guarded it better,” she said softly. “Not buried it.”The voice didn’t answer, but the temperature dropped. Her breath came out white.She could