All Chapters of My Vow: To Kill The Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zelda's POV My eyes opened. For approximately three seconds I had no idea where I was. Then my knees reminded me. And my back reminded me. And the underside of a very expensive desk reminded me by being six inches from my face. Right. I had fallen asleep under the Alpha's desk. In his study. Where I had broken in.. I sat there for a moment processing the full catalogue of decisions that had led me to this specific location at what appeared to be, I looked toward the window, morning. Actual morning. The curtains were open and the sun was coming through them. There was rustling above me. I went completely still. His legs were still there. Right there. Crossed at the ankle the way they had been when he sat down last night. He had actually stayed. The whole night. In his study. Like he had nothing better to do than sit above the girl hiding under his desk until sunrise. I felt a wave of anger at myself that was almost physical. This had been my chance. He had b

I fiddled with my hands and threw my face to the side because I could not look at Mireya right now. I could feel her eyes moving over the room. Taking everything in. The file on the desk. My face that was clearly a disaster. The general energy of a scene she had walked into the middle of. The silence lasted long enough to have its own weather. "You." Her voice was flat. "Again." I said nothing. "Damir." A pause. "Is she your new mistress?" I heard Damir laugh. An actual laugh. Short and quiet but real. I heard his hands go into his pockets, the soft sound of fabric shifting. I was already moving. "I will take my leave," I said. To nobody in particular. To the door. To the universe. I walked out fast. I felt Mireya's eyes follow me every single step until I cleared the doorway. If looks could kill I would have been six feet underground before I hit the corridor. --- Third Person POV The door closed. Mireya turned to her son. "What is going on between you

Nobody saw Amira leave.That was the point. She had dressed casually, the kind of outfit that said *going for a walk, nothing interesting, don't look at me* and slipped out of the residential quarter during the busiest part of the morning when everyone was either training or eating or occupied enough not to notice one woman moving quietly through the grounds toward the tree line. She had known about the temple witch for years.Everyone in Vordheim knew. In the way that everyone knows about something that officially does not exist and unofficially has been there longer than the pack itself. The elders did not acknowledge her. The Alpha certainly did not acknowledge her. But wolves went. Quietly. Individually. When they wanted something that pack law and the moon goddess and the normal order of things were not providing.The walk took thirty minutes through the trees. Not a comfortable thirty minutes, the path was not really a path, more a suggestion of one, and the forest got denser a

Zelda's POV I leaned back in my chair and wiped my face with the back of my hand. Actual tears. From laughing. I could not remember the last time I had laughed hard enough to cry and I was choosing not to examine what that said about the last few days of my life. Riven was funny. Genuinely, unexpectedly funny in a way that snuck up on you before you could decide whether to allow it. I had not planned to open up to him. I had planned to keep the walls exactly where I had built them, solid, maintained, no entry. And then somewhere between the beef and the water and his very specific impression of Tabitha I had just....let him in a little. Not all the way. But enough. I scanned the hall while I was still smiling. And saw her. The girl from earlier. Sitting alone at an empty table with her phone in her hand and nobody around her. She was not doing the thing people do when they are waiting for someone, she was just sitting. Present and solitary and completely unbothered by it

I walked away from the garden with a fake smile plastered on my face, but the second I was out of Mireya's line of sight, I let it drop. Something was seriously off. I had been trying to read her the whole time, and a few things just didn’t add up. The pacing before she noticed me, that part was real. The worry was real too. But the sudden warmth? Holding my hands? The my dear, you're so graceful act? Total performance. Every single word of it. I knew what real guilt and regret looked like. I had studied it. I had sat in psychology lectures watching actual interview footage of people who were genuinely sorry versus people who were just putting on an act. The differences were obvious if you knew what to look for. Mireya was acting. And that temple invitation at the very end, it was way too smooth. Too convenient. It felt like the entire conversation had been carefully rehearsed just to lead up to that one moment. Why does she want me out in a forest temple? The questi