Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUGHT BY THE ALPHA WHO DESPISES ME : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 166

Bastian POVPeople believed monsters were born. They weren’t they were made in a slow and painful way. And mine began the night I watched my mother die.I was eight years old when I learned love meant weakness in the Mercer kingdom and my father didnt give a shit about me.Rain hammered violently against the palace windows that night while thunder shook the mountain walls.The servants stayed silent as always. Because silence kept people alive in our house.I sat on the cold marble floor outside my mother’s chambers clutching a wooden wolf figurine she carved for me herself.“You should sleep, little prince,” my mother had whispered earlier that evening while brushing my dark hair away from my forehead.I remembered smiling at her and remembered the warmth in her eyes. That was the last night I ever felt safe.Voices echoed faintly from inside her room now they were arguing again. Father’s deep furious voice and another softer voice but also cold.Isobel Mercer My stepmother.Even as

Bastian POVThe Void never slept. That was something I learned years ago.It didn’t rest or go quiet. Didn’t leave you alone it was like a bug, it whispered constantly in my head.Sometimes it sounded like distant voices. Sometimes like scratching beneath stone. Sometimes like screams carried through water.But lately it had become louder.I stood alone inside the cavern beneath my fortress watching the black candles burned with unnatural flames around the chamber.Ancient runes covered the walls. Darkness pooled in the corners and in the center of the room stood a massive stone altar.The same altar where I trained every night. The same altar where I bled for power.The same altar where I had sacrificed pieces of myself until almost nothing human remained.I rested both hands against the cold stone and closed my eyes. Immediately the whispers began and it was clawing inside my skull and my jaw tightened.“Speak clearly.” I snapped A single voice emerged and it was not the demon fro

Hansel’s POVThe first thing my mother taught me was how to hide, it wasn’t how to fight or cast spells, it was to survive.Because witches like us didn’t survive by being powerful. We survived by never being found.And even then sometimes that wasn’t enough.I was eight years old when my childhood ended.The memory still haunted me everyday since then and it felt like a punishment.Sometimes when I looked into a mirror and saw pieces of my mother staring back at me.Back then, life was simple.Our village sat hidden deep in the southern forests, we were all witches and we had magic woven quietly into everyday life.Nobody outside our village knew we existed.Or at least that was what we believed.I slept peacefully that night beneath a patchwork blanket my mother had made. The smell of lavender candles filled our little home.A storm rumbled faintly outside theb someone shook my shoulder hard.“Hansel.” I groaned.“Mama”“Hansel.”Her voice sounded panicked and fear shot through my s