Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 105

NOELLE I surface like I've been dragged up from the bottom of the deep blue sea. My body feels... heavy and wrong. Like it doesn't belong to me. There's a warm, familiar weight on my hand."...Noelle?"The voice is close. It's warm and motherly. Something soft brushes my face. A damp cloth."Sweetheart... come on. Wake up for me."My lashes flutter. The light stings my eyes.I groan softly, my throat dry. "Mmm...""There you go," she breathes, relief flooding her tone. "That's it—open your eyes, darling."I force them open. Everything is blurry at first. Then it sharpens.Danika is hovering over me, her eyes bright and wet at the same time, her smile trembling as she dabs my face again with the cloth."You're awake," she whispers. "Oh, thank the gods—you're awake."My head feels heavy and my thoughts are sluggish."Mum?" I rasp.Her smile widens instantly. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm right here."I swallow, wincing slightly. Everything feels... off."How long..." My voice crack

AZREN The evening air is warm and gentle as I walk slowly beside Noelle, one arm wrapped securely around her waist while she holds onto my other arm with both hands. Every step I take is careful, not just because my body is still recovering but because I refuse to rush a single second with her.Her very round belly brushes against my side with each movement, a constant, beautiful reminder of the life we created together."Are you okay?" I ask softly.She smiles up at me with that radiant glow only pregnancy seems to give her. "I'm perfect as long as you're here."We're heading towards the small, quiet ice cream stand at the edge of the pack gardens. Our little escape for the evening. An ice cream date. After everything we've been through, it feels like the most romantic thing in the world.When we reach the stand, I order her favourite—strawberry swirl with extra chocolate chips—and my usual dark chocolate. The vendor hands us the cones with a knowing smile, but I barely notic

AZREN There are exactly six reasons I no longer know peace. Six. Not five or seven. Six. I push open my dad's study door without knocking. Dad is exactly where I expected him to be, reclined like a king in his ridiculously expensive massage chair, his eyes half-lidded, one hand lazily resting on the armrest like he doesn't have a care in the world. Traitor. I walk in, holding up the bottle like an offering to a very dangerous god. "Peace offering," I say. One of his eyes cracks open suspiciously. "...That's my favourite wine." "Yes." He studies me now, fully alert. "...what did you do?" I drop into the chair opposite him and place the bottle on the table between us. "I need you to reverse it." He sits up slightly. "...reverse what?" I stare at him. "The curse." He says nothing at first. Then he smiles. "What curse?" he asks, his voice calm. I lean forward. "The one where you apparently cursed me to pass down my worst traits to my children like it was a fam