Semua Bab Family's Regret After She Kneels: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Gray’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain.A deep, bone-heavy ache that pulsed through every nerve, as though I had been run through by fire. Then came the smell of mold, rust, and something worse.I opened my eyes slowly.The world swam in and out of focus. I was in a dark, narrow room, like a cell. The air was thick and wet, dripping with the scent of decay. The stone walls were slick with moisture, and somewhere nearby, water dripped in an endless rhythm.My head throbbed. My tongue felt heavy, bitter.When I tried to move, the sound of metal bit the air, my wrists burned.Looking up, I saw the silver shackles, thick and embedded deep into the cement ceiling. I hung suspended from them, my arms stretched above me, my toes barely grazing the damp floor. The weight of my own body dragged against the restraints, making the silver sizzle where it met my skin.A low growl escaped before I could stop it. The burn of silver was one thing, the scent of aconite mixed in was worse.“Alfr

Aurora’s POVI carried him into the ward like I was carrying a weight meant for two. Alpha Gray’s body was warm and heavy, but something that had always lived inside him was not there. The wolf was gone.Nurses moved around us with quick, careful steps. Machines blinked. One of the doctors checked his pulse, then his pupils, then the IV line. I sat on the edge of the bed and laid my hand on Alpha Gray’s wrist. My fingers trembled, but my voice stayed steady when I said, “He’s lost his wolf. I can feel it. It’s not a memory. The wolf itself, the spirit has been trapped or taken. He’s here without it.”The nurse’s face tightened. A woman in a white coat stepped forward and ordered tests immediately.While they ran scans and checked his blood, I did what I could. I placed my hands on Alpha Gray’s chest and focused. The witch training had taught me to channel, to let old healing touch loose. I put heat and steady thought into every line of his skin.Something inside me pulsed, a thread.

Helen’s POVThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was pain. My ribs ached. My cheek stung. Blood had dried on my lips, metallic and bitter.When my blurred vision cleared, I saw him, Keith. My once proud, untouchable brother, now sitting in a wheelchair. His expression was tight, his eyes dark as storm clouds.For a moment, I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.He had saved me.The same man who once called me his little sister, then turned his back when Aurora exposed everything.Now he looked at me like a ghost he never wanted to see again.He stopped the men who were beating me. They fled when they realized who he was, Alpha Keith of the Silvermoon Wolf Clan. Even half-broken, even in that chair, his name still held power.He didn’t speak to me right away. His hands rested on the wheels, knuckles pale. His voice was distant when he finally spoke.“Get up.”I did, trembling a little, not entirely from fear. I needed to play this carefully.“Keith…” I whispered. “I didn’t thin

King’s POVAfter she left, the hall felt too still.The echo of Aurora’s footsteps faded into silence, but her presence lingered like the scent of storm rain, sharp, clean and impossible to forget.I stood there for a while, gazing at the half-closed door. The air still shimmered faintly with the residual energy she’d stirred, heat from her wolf, tempered with something older, wilder. Power restrained, but not subdued.Then my eyes dropped to the faint crimson stain on the sleeve of her cloak. She’d hidden it well, but I’d noticed. Scars. thin and silver along her arm, some old, some fresh.The sort of marks no spoiled liar would bear.I exhaled softly, crossing to the window where the afternoon light pooled over the marble floor. The forest outside stretched endlessly, the wind brushing through the trees like the breath of a thousand wolves.Behind me, a familiar voice cleared his throat.“Your Majesty?”George stepped forward, my Beta, always punctual, always alert. His uniform was

Aurora’s POVKeith stood stiffly in front of me, jaw tight, fingers flexing at his sides as if trying to steady himself. Helen hovered just half a step behind him, head lowered, lashes trembling with perfectly practiced fragility.The moment I confronted her, Keith seized the chance to turn the blame back on me.“You always think the worst of Helen,” he snapped. “She came all the way to the King to pray for the Silvermoon Wolf Clan. She did it for all of us.”Helen’s expression flickered, just for a breath with something sharp and triumphant. A glint of victory. A look I remembered all too well.Of course.In her mind, without the Crescent Alliance partnership, without the King’s favor, I would eventually fall apart, crushed under Gray’s illness and the coven’s distance. She thought she had already seen the future.And she thought she had won.But she didn’t understand me at all.I opened my mouth to answer, to slice through Keith’s misplaced loyalty and Helen’s fragile façade, but a