《The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 88 章

Garrick's POVI could perceive the healing wing reeking of blood, fear, and burning herbs as we went deep. My warriors surged forward, steel meeting steel beneath the lantern light. I was at the front, blade in hand, forcing my way through defenders who looked as tired as my own men.Every step brought me closer, closer to the child, closer to answers."Lily!" I roared. "Find the girl!"The corridor started shaking with the clash of steel. A barricade divided into two after an axe strike. One of the Alpha defenders fell, another stepped into his place immediately, still fighting, still dying.For what?The question hit me harder than it should have. Harlan's face flashed through my mind. Dead and gone. One of the best warriors I had ever known. Gone because I believed promises whispered by witches in the dark.The reinforced door at the end of the corridor finally came into view, two guards stood before it, and behind that door was Lily.Behind that door was the truth.I raised

Lira's POVThe healing wing was supposed to be a place of recovery, now it felt like a graveyard that hadn't realized it was dead yet.I moved between cots on automatically, changing bandages, handing out water, whispering reassurances I wasn't sure I believed myself. The people that were wounded watched me with half-closed eyes. Some slept. Some stared at the ceiling. Some quietly cried when they thought nobody was looking.The fighting had retreated from the corridors close by, but not far enough. Garrick's men still occupied parts of the mansion, their voices drifting through the stone halls, angry, demanding and obsessed with capturing Lily.The name followed me everywhere.The little girl had vanished.One moment she had been hidden behind reinforced doors with armed guards. The next, a witch had appeared from the shadows and wrapped her in darkness, and gone just like that. No struggle, no explanation, no trace.Why?The question kept coming in my thoughts. Why would the w

Rebecca’s POVThe shrine had now become a maze with no mercy. The corridors rolled into one another endlessly, ancient stone walls closing in until the air around us felt very different…very unusual. The marking and runes around us seemed to reflect light in a different way when I was not looking. My mark was still burning beneath my shirt, not enough to guide me, just enough to remind me it was there.No new markers from Kael, no fresh cuts in the stone, no arranged pebbles, no hurried notes scratched into walls.Nothing.The silence from him made me more worried than I realised. It felt hard thinking about it. Harder than the wounds.Harder than the growing fear I refused to name.I found myself searching every pillar, every collapsed area, every corner of every chamber, looking and hoping.Nothing.The absence felt wrong, like a thread had cut loose somewhere deep inside me.Tyler stumbled beside me again, I caught him before he hit the floor. His skin was cold and hard un

Lira’s POVI couldn't stop looking at him. Every time I passed the main hall, my eyes found their way back to the same place.Kael sat bound against a stone pillar, wrists tied behind his back. Dried blood on one side of his face, but could not be seen again as one stared into dark hair that ran across his eyes.He was alive, the relief should have comforted me.Instead, it made my chest ache.Mira was gone, Kael had barely survived losing her, now Garrick had dragged him back to the mansion like a bargaining chip.The sight felt wrong.Painfully wrong.I remembered the quiet man who carried supplies without complaint. The man who somehow stayed patient even when everyone else was losing their minds. The man who looked at Mira as though she was the only steady thing left in the world.Now he barely lifted his head, the wounded around me still needed tending, but my thoughts kept returning to him.What had happened after he left?What had Garrick done to him?How much more could