《Fated to my Alpha nemesis 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

“So let me get this straight,” I say slowly. “You want to announce me as your mate in order to placate the human rebels.” He nods. A small, unexpected twinge settles in my chest. Disappointment. That he doesn’t want me simply because… he wants me. I shut it down almost immediately. I don’t care. “Why would I help you give my fellow humans an illusion of change,” I continue, “when I could simply sit back and watch them use this plague to start a revolution?” He frowns slightly. “Because they won’t start a revolution,” he says. “It will be bloodshed. On both sides.” A pause. “These rebels don’t want change. They want revenge.” “And they shouldn’t have that because?” I ask, baiting him. His gaze hardens. “Because I’m willing to bring change. Equality. Under my reign.” I blink. I hadn’t been expecting that. From the same male who'd told me how beneath the werewolves I was when we'd been younger. “How exactly do you plan to accomplish that?” “With you,”

I walk down the aisle.Eyes forward.Spine straight.Chin up.Rows and rows of people line either side of the room.Many rise, not in respect for their future Luna, but to have a clear view of the spectacle about to unfold.A few others don't even bother acknowledging me. They remain in their seats, disgust radiating off them in waves.I can do this, I tell myself.I can.I don't let my eyes wander anywhere else.At the end of the aisle he waits.He stands at the center of the ceremony space.Dressed in black so deep it swallows the light.Silver and gold glints faintly at the edges catching the light in the room—just enough to remind everyone who he is.He remains still.Unmoving.Waiting.As I approach the dais.When he looks at me, I see something flicker across his expression. He trails the dress as he hugs my entire body and flares down around my ankle. My bare arms.His gaze returns to my face. My eyes.He doesn't look away.My heart pounds so loudly in my ears that it almost dr

“So no one actually really dies during these trials, right?” “You don’t want to know the answer to that,” Cole says as we walk down the hallway. I sigh, rubbing my fingers against my temples. We reach Damon’s study. I knock at the wooden door before opening it and walking in. Cole hesitates before following. Inside, we find Rhoda and Mason. I had only just learned recently that Mason was Damon’s Beta. I was surprised when I found out. I would have thought Darren would be given that position, since he was practically Damon’s right-hand man when we were younger. Not that I was complaining. Darren was—and still is—a major ass. “So,” I say to Rhoda and Mason, “he isn’t back?” “He isn’t,” Mason replies. Rhoda doesn’t say a word. She just sits on the couch at the far end of the room, quiet. She doesn't acknowledge me. Okay. Nothing new. "Hey," Mason calls from the other end of the room, walking towards where Cole and I stood by the entrance. "Hi," I reply.

There is no one here. I realise it after a few seconds of standing in the expanse of the room. It’s too still. Too quiet. In fact, it doesn’t even feel lived in. Just… Empty. Clean. Perfect. Untouched. For a moment, I almost convince myself Damon doesn’t stay here. That this is just for show. A space meant to impress. Not to be used. But then I step into the walk-in closet. And pause. Male clothing lines one side. Dark. Structured. Precise. Opposite it— Female clothing. Dresses. Fabrics. Colors I don’t recognize. Not mine. But definitely in my size. I study them. My fingers brush against the array of clothing. Soft. Expensive. Yet I had no knowledge of where they came from. Or at least I tell myself I don't. I pull my hand back. Fast. I don’t think about it. I don’t want to. Instead, I step out of the closet and glance around the room again. I’m not settling in, I tell myself. No. I’ll wait. We’ll talk about this. Damo

…And yank the door open.For a second—Nothing happens.No movement.No sound.Just—Him.Damon stands on the other side of the door.He is close. Too close.Like he had been leaning against the door. The only thing keeping him out.His head is slightly lowered.Shoulders tense.Breathing uneven.I look around his body for injuries. Anything that could be the cause of his distorted state and heavy breathing.I don't see any.That is when I really begin to worry.I'm about to step closer when—He looks up.My grip tightens around the lamp.Because his eyes—They are not green.They are not normal.There is no white in them.They are just—Black.Not dark.Not shadowed.Black.Like something has swallowed the light out of them completely.My breath stutters.Those eyes are zeroed intently on me. I don't move.I don't know how.Beautiful and horrific all at once“Carylon—”The name barely leaves my lips before something in his expression shifts.His gaze drops.Not to my face.Lower.My