Semua Bab The Wolf King's Secret Son : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ARTHUR POVThe clash of steel echoed through the night. I stared out the window in utter terror. Infants and toddlers cried beside the lifeless bodies of their parents. Fear gripped me at the gory sight of the massacre happening right before my eyes.I was young, barely twelve, but the primal fear that clawed at my throat was a language I understood all too well. My mother, a warrior known for her courage, couldn’t mask the sheer terror that clouded her eyes.“Arthur,” she rasped, pulling me away from the window. Her grip was strong despite the tremor in her voice. “Listen to me closely. Arthur.”“But what’s happening? Where is Dad?” I stammered, fear twisting my features.“There’s no time to explain,” she mumbled, her voice tight with unshed tears. “Your father is out there fighting. You need to go underground. There’s a secret entrance hidden behind the fireplace in the east room. Find it and stay there. Do not, under any circumstances, come out until it’s safe.”They had always tol

ELENA POVHow can one loathe and want someone at the same time?I stormed out of my bedroom, anger pulsating through me. What an ungrateful, arrogant man! I groaned, frustration building within me.“Urrgh,” I groaned. Why do I even bother to help him when he never shows an ounce of gratitude?Seeking solace, I headed to the pack healing house. Maybe I could find someone who actually needed my help. I pushed open the door, and everyone froze, their eyes landing on me. Feeling like a spotlight was on me, I forced a smile to ease the awkward tension. Since the day I started working at the healing house, the reaction had been the same—their hatred toward me unwavering. I didn’t blame them. I was the daughter of the tyrant who had ruled them. Their reaction was expected.“Luna Elena, I didn’t expect to see you here today,” Cathy greeted with a smile plastered on her face. I was also surprised to see her there, since she mostly handled housekeeping jobs.“Likewise,” I replied with a smile,

ELENA POVAfter a quick, silent shower, I slipped into bed, careful not to disturb him. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a low murmur. Arthur was having a nightmare.“Stop, please.”“No, no, don’t kill her, please,” he pleaded, his voice filled with terror.I sat up, my heart pounding. His breathing was ragged. I reached out and took his hand.“It’s just a dream. It’s a dream,” I said, my voice calm and reassuring as I squeezed his hand.He jerked up, breathing frantically and sweating profusely.“I’m fine,” he lied, trying to catch his breath. “Did I wake you up?”His breath still reeked of alcohol, and he seemed slightly under the influence. The way he glanced at me was a look I had not seen before.“No, I wasn’t sleeping,” I responded curtly, my heart racing.His hands gently started to caress mine, his deep blue eyes meeting mine. I gasped at the earnest sensation that jolted through me from the contact.“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.I nodded, unable

ARTHUR POV"Okay, fine. You've made your point. I will marry you. After all, it's for the pack's best interest. So, will you quit playing hard to get and go back inside?" I demanded, already frustrated by the drama and back-and-forth.She squealed, pulling her hand away from me. I could see the pain in her eyes. She seemed to be breaking into a million pieces but trying so hard to hide it and put on a strong front."Hard to get?" she lashed out. "Is that all you think this is, Arthur? I am tired of trying to please you while you take out your frustration on me at every opportunity.""You've made your point, Elena. Quit being dramatic." My words came out harsher than I intended. I was saying all the wrong words, and the pain mirrored in her eyes reflected in my soul."Dramatic, Arthur? I'm finished with you and this pack," Elena's voice trembled as she spoke. "I, Elena Damon, reject you, Arthur, as my mate."Her words cut through the air, each syllable laced with raw pain. She looked a

ELENA POVWe border close to the forest town and are one of the biggest packs in the realm. I mean, we control practically all the water that goes in and out of this realm." I found his confident nature charming, amongst other things.I tended to his wounds, and he watched me intently, curiosity and something else—admiration—shining in his eyes."You're good at this," he remarked, his voice softening. "Most healers would've fainted by now."I shrugged, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest. "I've seen worse."From that day on, Tom became a regular visitor, not because of injuries but because he was fascinated by me. He pursued me with a relentless, yet respectful, determination. He'd bring me wildflowers from the forest, their petals vibrant and fresh. He'd tell me stories of his pack, of his childhood, and slowly, I found myself opening up to him.Tom was especially kind to Lina. He'd bring her little toys—a wooden wolf, a plush bear, things that made her eyes light up with joy."