Semua Bab The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The nursery felt cold.Not just from the broken window, but something deeper.The shattered glass lay across the floor, catching the faint light like tiny pieces of ice. The curtains moved with the wind, brushing softly against the walls.Killian stood in the middle of the room.The glow from the Lunar Heart on his chest pulsed slowly, then faster, like it was reacting to something inside him.He didn’t shout.He didn’t move wildly.He just reached down and picked up a small piece of black metal left on the window ledge.His grip tightened around it.“Shadow-Hunters,” he said quietly.There was something sharp in his voice.“They don’t take prisoners.”He looked at the broken window.“They take trophies.”My legs nearly gave out.Rachel was crouched in the corner, shaking, her hands covering her face as she cried.Tanya stood by the door.Still. Silent.But her hand rested tightly on her sword. Even she looked unsettled. Whatever she had wanted before, it wasn’t this.“They’re not f

“Ahhhh!”Silas’s scream tore through the burned remains of the Serpent’s Nest.It echoed against the broken walls, raw and filled with pain.He had received the message at dawn, fire, destruction, and death at his father’s manor.He had to reach his father.He had to.But he was too late.The manor was gone, reduced to blackened stone and ash. Smoke still curled into the sky.And in the center of what used to be the solar… lay Escava.Barely unrecognisable.Burnt.Still.Lifeless.The wound was clean. A single strike to the heart. Precise. Intentional.Silas dropped to his knees in the ash.His hands shook as he reached out and closed his father’s eyes.For a moment, he said nothing.Then his jaw tightened.He knew who had done this.The faint trace of power still lingered in the air, sharp, familiar.Killian.But one question burned through his mind.Why?Why would Killian risk everything to do this?Why cross into Silver Crest… just to kill a man who had already stepped down?What S

The stone stairs were slick with frost and streaked with blood from the fight above. Tanya’s grip on my arm felt like a shackle, her eyes sharp and unsteady. Outside, the world roared with clashing power, but here in the narrow spiral, everything felt cold and still.“You are the rot, Elara,” Tanya hissed, her face close to mine. “Before you, he was a king. Now he’s a butcher who kills for a lie. If I remove you and the boy, he can be whole again.”She slammed me against the wall, her dagger catching the torchlight. Pain shot through my back, but I held her gaze. I saw what she had become, a woman who had given fourteen years to a man who never loved her.“You think killing us will fix him?” I said quietly, even as my heart pounded. “If you destroy his soul, there will be nothing left to save. You won’t have a king, you’ll have a ghost.”She attacked.I moved on instinct. I dropped low and swept her legs, just like Killian had taught me. She hit the stairs hard, the air leaving her l

The journey to the High Council was quiet. The carriage wheels rolled over the mountain road, slow and steady, matching the weight in my chest. Killian sat across from me, staring out at the passing trees. He felt distant again, not cold, but guarded, like the mask he wore was no longer a choice, but something he needed to survive.Tanya had stayed behind. In fourteen years, she had never missed a Summit. When we left, she stood at the gates, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. No words were spoken.But we both understood.My silence for hers.As long as what Killian felt for me stayed unspoken, she could live with it. A hidden truth was something she could control. It was the moment it became real that she feared.The Council Chamber felt like a place built for judgment.High ceilings. Cold stone. Power in the air.The High Councilor sat at the center, his grey robes spread around him. When he spoke, his voice carried through the entire hall.“Alpha Killian, we have seen the p

Killian walked into Elara’s room, his movements stiff and his expression looking lost, but the room was empty of the woman he was looking for. Elara wasn’t in the room; she was having her bath, the faint sound of splashing water the only noise behind the closed door. Killian sat on the edge of the large bed and waited for her. He looked at his hands, hands that had snapped necks and led armies, and found they were trembling. A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open. Elara stepped out, steam clinging to her skin, wrapped only in a soft white towel. She stopped short, her eyes widening when she saw the Alpha sitting in the shadows of her room.A lot of things were running through her mind."Killian?" she asked softly, pulling the towel tighter. "Is anything wrong?""No," he said, his voice a low, jagged rasp."Is anything wrong with Leo Kael?" "No.""Then what is it?"He was silent for a long moment, staring at the floor as if the stones held the answers to the chaos in his che