Semua Bab A Wrong Alpha Heiress's Return: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Celeste's POVI didn't know how long I'd been unconscious.It felt like I'd been trapped in a place where time had no meaning, a pit of endless darkness that swallowed everything. No matter how I ran, no matter how desperately I clawed through that void, there was no light, no way out.Until suddenly-I surfaced.My eyes cracked open to a ceiling painted in sterile white. The sting of disinfectant filled my nose, sharp and medicinal. For a long moment, my mind lagged behind my body. I didn't know where I was, only that I wasn't in the darkness anymore.Then a voice, warm and steady, cut through the fog."You're awake? Tell me, child-do you feel any pain?"I turned my head and found Liam sitting at my bedside. His weathered face carried a thousand lines, but now every crease was heavy with concern. He reached for me carefully, helping me sit up as if I were made of glass.The fabric against my skin shifted, and realization struck me-I was wearing a patient's gown. My stomach dropped. In

Third Person's POVElias seethed as he trailed after Celeste and the old wolf, Liam.What spell had Celeste cast over the household? Even Liam-who had always served the Frost Family with rigid loyalty-now guarded her like a shield. The more Elias thought on it, the heavier his resentment grew. He lengthened his stride, boots echoing in the sterile hospital corridor. He would see for himself how Celeste had bewitched Grandfather Carden.At the door of the Alpha elder's room, Elias halted. The door was half-open. He did not step inside but lingered in the shadows, watching.Celeste sat at Grandfather Carden's bedside. Her shoulders, always tense since her return to Moonviel City, now seemed to ease. A soft smile curved her lips. Her eyes-those eyes that had been so cold, so distant these last weeks-shone with warmth. Tenderness.Elias froze. The sight was almost foreign, yet oddly familiar. That look… once, long ago, she had looked at him with such affection. At him. At the family. Befo

Celeste's POVThe moment I slipped out of the banquet hall and into the garden shadows, I didn't dare look back.The Frost Family estate sprawled wide, its manicured hedges and marble fountains meant to impress, but all I saw were walls and cages. From the garden paths, I could circle back toward the servants' wing where I lived. I had no desire to run into old "acquaintances."Yet even tucked against the corners, away from the main walkways, the noise from the banquet center bled into the night air-polished laughter, clinking glasses, and a voice carried by the sound system."…Tonight's banquet has been arranged by Luna Eveline herself to celebrate Frost heiress Serena's graduation…"My feet faltered. My chest tightened."…Now, please enjoy Serena Frost's graduation piece-The Forsaken Peacock!"I froze where I stood, my head snapping up toward the direction of the voice. For a moment I thought I'd misheard. But no-the words struck like claws raking across my ribs.The Forsaken Peacoc

Celeste's POVI heard them long before they even noticed me."…Later, Beta Wilson and his wife came to apologize, but then Celeste went feral again. She nearly tore a chunk of flesh from Ryan's arm, and poor Grandfather Carden almost collapsed from rage…"Gasps rippled through the Frost estate's banquet hall, the kind that fed on scandal like vultures circling carrion."This Celeste Hallow is getting more and more outrageous!" someone spat."She is," another voice chimed in. "Honestly, she treats kindness like dirt under her claws!""If it were me, I'd have slapped her bloody ages ago. Only Serena's too softhearted."Every voice sharpened like claws dragging across stone-condemning me, defending her. Serena, the Frosts' cherished little star, their golden wolf. Me, the shadow they'd rather erase.Their words piled higher and higher until Katy's voice cut through like a whip: "A wolf like Celeste needs to be taught a lesson. Otherwise she'll never stop."Agreement thundered back immedi

Celeste's POVThe edge of the academy pool fell silent in an instant.For a heartbeat, even the air seemed to hold its breath.Serena Frost's delicate fingers suddenly clasped around my wrist, her doe-eyed expression tilting up toward me with a perfect mask of sisterly concern. "Sister, don't be angry. We're all classmates here. Sometimes our words are a little blunt, but no one means you any harm."Then she wrinkled her nose, ever so slightly, before adding, "Though… your scent really is rather unpleasant…"The look she wore-the look of a wolf pup trying not to gag while pretending to defend me-was enough to make bile rise in my throat. She had perfected that face: the self-sacrificing savior, tolerating filth for the sake of everyone else's dignity."But it doesn't matter," she went on, turning those pleading eyes toward the others. "As long as my sister washes properly, it will be fine, right?"Her tone was coaxing, pitiful, practically begging them to agree, as if she were shieldi