Semua Bab The Alpha’s Rejected Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The child refused to sleep.He lay there with his eyes open, too open, staring at nothing and everything at once. I had tried counting. I had tried stories. I had tried holding his hand until my fingers went numb. Nothing worked.“Close your eyes,” I whispered again, softer this time.He didn’t blink.“I can’t,” he said. His voice was calm. Too calm for a child who should be dreaming by now. “He’s loud.”My chest tightened.“Who is loud?” I asked, even though my heart already knew the answer.He finally turned his head and looked at me. His eyes were dark. Not scared. Not confused. Just certain.“Kieran.”The name hit me like a blade.I swallowed. I forced air into my lungs. “You shouldn’t say that.”“Why?” he asked. “You say it when you cry.”I froze.“I don’t cry,” I lied.He watched me closely. Children always saw more than they should. This one saw everything.“You do,” he said. “You cry without tears. It’s louder than when I cry.”I pressed my lips together. I sat on the edge of

His voice says my name.I wake with it still inside me.Not loud. Not clear. Just there. Like a hand on my chest.“Kieran,” I whisper.Silence answers. But it is not empty.I sit up, heart racing, breath uneven. I press my palm to my chest, right where the bond lives. It does not hurt. It does not ache.It pulses.“You’re still here,” I say softly. “You didn’t leave me.”I wait. Nothing speaks back.I laugh under my breath, shaky. “I know. I know. Talking to myself again.”But I won't stop.I never do.“I dreamed you were angry,” I continued. “Not at me. At them. At all of it. You were standing somewhere I couldn’t see. You looked… different.”The bond tightens.I freeze.“That’s new,” I whisper.I close my eyes. I breathe slowly. I listen.The silence stretches.“You promised,” I say, my voice breaking. “You promised you wouldn’t disappear without a fight.”I swallow. My throat burns.“I hate you for choosing them,” I add. “And I love you for it. I don’t know how to hold both things.

Rage hits me without warning.It is not loud at first. It is tight. Sharp. Focused.I breathe once. Then again.“She threatened her,” I whisper.The space reacts.It bends. It listens.I feel it the way I feel my own pulse. The place I am trapped in is no longer still. It moves when I move. It waits when I pause.“So this is what you are,” I murmured.The anger does not fade. It settles.It becomes controlled.I take a step. The ground forms under my foot.I stop.I laugh softly. Not because it is funny. Because it is terrifying.“I didn’t imagine that,” I say.A voice answers. Not Nova’s. Not the Goddess’s.It is thin. Old. Careful.“You shaped it,” the voice says.I turn slowly. Shapes gather. Not bodies. Not ghosts. Remnants. Broken wills. Leftovers of failed gods and punished kings.“You can see me?” I ask.“We always could,” another voice replies. “We just didn’t think you could see us back.”My chest tightens.“How long have you been here?” I ask.“Longer than memory,” someone s

The child screams.The sound cuts through me. Not loud. Not weak. Just raw. The kind of sound that does not ask for mercy. It demands truth.I stop breathing for a second. Not because I am afraid. Because something old inside me has just woken up.I feel it before I understand it.The rule beneath rules.“You hear that too, don’t you?” Nova says quietly.Her voice is steady, but I know her too well. She is holding herself together by force. She always does that when something feels wrong.“Yes,” I say. “And it’s not just a scream.”She looks at me. “Then say it.”“It’s a call.”She swallows. “From who?”I close my eyes. The answer presses against my chest. Heavy. Certain.“From me,” I say.She stiffens. “That’s not possible.”“That’s what I thought.”The scream comes again. Louder this time. Closer. Not in distance, but in meaning. It pulls at something inside my bones.Nova steps closer. “Kieran. Talk to me. Don’t shut me out.”“I’m not,” I say. “I’m trying to understand.”She lets o

He touches my mind, and I almost scream.Not because it hurts.Not because it feels wrong.Because it feels like him and not him.“Kieran?” I whisper inside the bond.There is a pause. A thin pause. Like breath held too long.I’m here,he answers.Relief crashes into me so hard my chest aches. I cling to the sound of his voice, to the familiar weight of it.“You crossed,” I say. “You actually crossed.”Halfway,he replies. Like I promised.I swallow. “You sound… different.”Another pause.I feel different.The bond tightens suddenly. Too tight. Not painful. Just sharp. Focused. Like a blade pressed flat against skin.I gasp. “Careful.”Sorry,he says quickly. I’m still learning how to hold myself.Hold himself.The words settle badly in me.“You’re not an object,” I say. “You’re not a thing to be contained.”I am now,he answers softly. Part of one.Fear curls in my stomach. “Kieran…”Listen,he interrupts. I don’t have long before the balance notices me.“The Goddess already noticed you,”