Todos os capítulos de Fated to the Alpha who killed my sister : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 19

Zara’s P.O.VI didn’t remember sitting down.One moment I was standing. The next the edge of the chair was biting into the back of my legs, and my body had folded without permission.The file was still open in my hands.Too open. Too real. The room felt smaller now. Or maybe I was.“…that’s not possible.” I heard my own voice from a distance. Thin. Unsteady. Wrong.My eyes stayed locked on the page. On the name. On the detail that refused to shift no matter how many times I blinked.Valen’s Crossing.Sector listing.Date alignment.It matched.It matched something it shouldn’t.A memory flickered—sharp and unwanted.Mia standing at the doorway, pulling on her boots. Late. Too late for a teacher.“You’re going out again?” I had asked.Mia had smiled. Too quickly.“Just helping someone,” she said.“Since when do you help people at midnight?”“Since always,” Mia laughed, brushing it off. “Go back to sleep.”My fingers tightened around the edge of the file. My chest constricted.That mean

Zara’s P.O.VWe didn’t stop moving until the noise dulled. Not gone just further away.The section of the compound we reached was quieter, more contained. Thick stone walls. Fewer openings. Strategic.A fallback point.I leaned against the wall the moment we stopped. My legs held but barely. My chest still hadn’t settled. Everything inside me felt raw. Like something had been torn open and left exposed.Ryker released my arm but didn’t step far. Close enough to reach me again if needed. Far enough not to crowd.“You’re safe here,” he said.I let out a breath that didn’t feel like relief. “Safe,” I repeated. The word felt strange in my mouth. Like it didn’t belong to me anymore.I pushed myself off the wall slightly, running a hand over my face. Everything replayed.The courtyard. The boy. The woman. The way they moved for each other.My chest tightened.No.Focus.I turned towards Ryker. “You knew,” I uttered.It wasn’t a question.His gaze met mine.“Yes.”My jaw clenched. “You knew

Zara’s P.O.VMorning came without asking for permission. I hadn’t slept.Not properly. My body had shut down at some point, out of exhaustion, not peace but my mind never followed. It stayed sharp. Restless. Turning over the same fractured pieces again and again.The courtyard. Kellan’s hands on my throat. Ryker’s voice.“Start with what you’ve seen.”I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. The room felt different now. Not like a cage. Not like safety either.Something in between. Uncertain.A soft knock broke the silence. I stiffened. “Come in,” I said, automatically. The door opened slowly. Not a guard. Not Ryker. A woman stepped inside.Older, maybe late fifties. Her posture was straight, her movements unhurried, deliberate in a way that reminded me of people who had lived through too much to rush anything anymore.She carried a tray. “Food,” the woman said simply.I blinked shortly. “I didn’t ask for—”“You didn’t need to.”The woman crossed the room and set the tray dow

Zara’s P.O.VIt started small. That was what made it worse. Not an attack. Not a confrontation. Just a change. I noticed it the moment I stepped back into my room. The door was closed. Exactly how I had left it. The latch untouched. The air still. Nothing broken. Nothing out of place. And yet something was wrong.My body picked it up before my mind did.A shift in the space. A presence that had passed through.I didn’t move forward immediately. I stood at the threshold.Listening. Nothing. Then I stepped in slowly every sense alert. My gaze swept through the room.Bed. Table. Window.Everything was where it should be. My shoulders tightened.“You’re imagining it.” I reassured myself.I moved towards the table. The tray from earlier was gone. Which was expected. My fingers stilled as I noticed something else. There. The edge of the table. A mark. Faint. Almost invisible unless you were looking for it.I leaned in slightly. Two thin lines crossed. Carved just enough to catch light. My b

Zara’s P.O.VI hadn’t been sleeping. Not really. Just lying still. Eyes closed, body quiet, but my mind was wide awake. Counting, thinking, replaying. The conversation. The tone. The way he had looked at me, not like an enemy neither like an ally. But like a problem waiting to be solved.I hated that, because he wasn’t wrong. A soft sound broke through the silence. My eyes snapped open instantly. Not a knock. Not footsteps. Something lighter. Closer.I didn’t move immediately. I listened first. Nothing. Then a shift occurred near the window. I sat up slowly, controlled, and careful. The curtain moved slightly. Just enough.My pulse kicked hard at once. I stood and took deliberate steps across the room. No panic. No hesitation. Just forward. When I reached the window, I didn’t pull the curtain back immediately. “You’re getting bold.” I said flatly and quietly instead.“So are you.” the response came after a pause.That damned voice again. I pulled the curtain aside. Not too wide, just