บททั้งหมดของ UNDER A DIVIDED MOON: Omega Heir’s Crippled Enigma Mate.: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Third personAlpha Cealan smiled like the devil who had already picked his next victim. He didn't need a lecture to know who was behind such a despicable act, not when he had dealt with such in the past and knew just how best to bring it to light. So, as expected, he smiled, nodded, and handed back the documents."Good," he whispered, his voice carefully softened for the occasion. "This is standard procedure, and if everyone should be like you...We will have less work."The representatives nodded with a smile."You flatter us, Alpha," they chorused, and Cealan nodded as he should.As they left, Erock turned to Cealan."They aren't clean, Alpha," he whispered, but Cealan already knew that. So he just waved a hand."I want all the files turned to closed cases, and nothing should be spoken of it."Erock was taken aback. He had heard of the greatness of the man standing before him. He wasn't only a living god amongst them but also one who had always stood for the right decisions and the b

Third personRain collapsed in Cealan's arms faster than anyone could breathe, while blood spilled down the corner of his mouth, staining Cealan's long sleeve, but he didn't care, not when he was yet to process whatever was happening. For a split second, everything paused. His eyes were closed before he could say a word."Rain...Rain!" Cealan shook him desperately, his eyes darkened, and Moon gained half control without seeking permission. "What...who made this...Malik!" Cealan growled.Too much was happening in seconds. He quickly carried Rain up and headed towards the bedroom, his heart pounding harder than ever. Idris didn't come to check why the alpha had screamed for the physician so urgently; he ran to get him. Viola, on the other hand, stood by the table frozen, her hands trembling as she reached for the crumbs of pastry. Tears streamed down her face with remorse."I...I poisoned my prince..." The words tore through her like a blade, one she didn't want to acknowledge, but then

Third personCealan didn't sleep all through that night, and worse, something bothered him more than that. Kebel was absent. That was unusual. But there was nothing he could do. Visiting the King's private chamber without Rain was against the law, so he bottled his feelings. But he didn't let what happened die so easily. As expected, the morning came with an audience. The king finally found his way to his son's quarters. He didn't come empty-handed; no, he walked behind maids that carried gold, silver, fruits, and freshly brewed wine, as if he were going to negotiate a new deal.Idris was first to knock on the door. Cealan was quick to answer so as not to wake Rain. "The king is coming," he announced. Cealan's face instantly darkened. "Is he coming with Kebel?" Another question, and instantly, Idris understood words that hadn't been spoken. "No." One word, and Cealan chuckled bitterly. "So why is he coming... to see how long he has to live?" Idris dared not answer those words. He

Third PersonPrince Marcus has always been the kid the elders looked up to. He was not only like the king but was also ready and willing to keep the customs of the lands and old traditions. The sun was at its peak when Alvin walked into a noble household... or supposed-to-be noble household. On the household registry, a domain carefully handled by Prince Marcus, everything was outlined: number of children, annual income, flocks, and slaves. It was all in there, but now, staring at the files in his hand and at what his eyes were staring at, it felt like a sick joke. This was the oldest method in the book, something so outdated they would never have anticipated someone still making use of it, but here he was.The yard looked abandoned: unkempt, dirty, torn-down houses; abandoned furniture; and overgrown shrubs. It looked more like an uncompleted project, but the outside of the yard looked nothing like the inside. The gates were nicely painted and well-kept, like servants came and went

Third personAs the banners came into view, everyone awaited with anticipation. The royal family didn't stand on their balconies; they moved to the gates. Even the king walked out of his comfort zone to welcome them. Five cars came into view, more than they had expected. According to the reports, the princess and her servants, and then maybe an elder or two, but five cars in total meant they came in their own number.The decorated gates withheld their entrance, and before they could even be close enough, the gates were wide open, awaiting their presence. Marcus glanced over his shoulder, and still there was no sign of Rain. His lips pressed, and his eyes squinted with satisfaction. Even if the excuse was sickness, it would already be a bad image, and he was ready to soil it even before Prince Rain could justify his absence.Meanwhile, in the crown prince's wing, he had woken up thirty minutes ago, still weak from the poisoning, but his mind was made up on attending the welcome ceremo