جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 180

POV: AIRYS “Little one, the little you already know about me has been enough to make you feel fear.” Daimon’s voice cut through the silence with firmness. His head tilted slightly, as if studying my every movement. His gaze traveled across my face, assessing even the subtle tremors of my lips. “I don’t blame you for it.” My fingers twisted together reflexively. The fear was real. Not that he would hurt me physically—not anymore—but of everything he carried behind that dark, intense gaze. Still, I lifted my chin. I didn’t want him to notice my hesitation. “Maybe I fear you because I don’t know your story,” I said, staring at him firmly and forcing my voice to sound more confident. “It’s hard to trust what you don’t understand. Would you trust me if you hadn’t dug through my life?” “Probably not,

POV: AIRYSEven as he changed the subject, his hand didn’t leave my face. His fingers still touched my skin with firmness and care. As if silently saying that he wouldn’t lose me again. I stood up with a start, nodding quickly. But before I could reach the door, his hand grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me back into his arms. The impact was immediate. My body collided with his, and before I could react, his hand slid up my skin to the base of my neck, where he pressed firmly, forcing my face upward. I was forced to meet his gaze. “Airys,” his voice came out deep, rougher than before, laced with something primitive. “I marked you. And Fenrir will do the same at the right moment.” His tone was dark and dense, carrying that implicit threat that always accompanied his fierce gaze. “You haven’t marked me yet, but we are mates. I need you to trust me

POV: AIRYSI felt a shiver run down my arm."Children... the awaited ones..." she murmured almost to herself."From the Line of Destiny?" the blind sister exclaimed, surprised. She came to me with restrained urgency, placing one gentle hand on my wrist and the other, with extreme delicacy, on my belly. Her fingers trembled slightly."Triplets..." she whispered with her lips parted. "Formidable..."My legs weakened for a second."They took them," I murmured, feeling the pain take shape in my chest. I gasped. A deep ache seized my heart, as if the emptiness echoed even louder now that it was being acknowledged. "They took them from me."The blind sister drew closer, and her warm hands touched my face with a tenderness that dismantled me inside. My eyes filled with tears, but I held back the sobs with every ounce of strength I had."I’m so sorry, daughter," she whispered, caressing my skin as if healing an invisible wound. "

POV: AIRYSI swallowed hard, staring at the connection between us, feeling the heat from Daimon’s arm radiate even through the limited contact."I thought his mark already kept the bond," I commented, glancing over my shoulder at the Alpha, searching for his reaction."We haven’t performed the mate ritual," he said, his voice low, dense, almost animalistic. His eyes had darkened to a deep earthy tone, his fangs slightly exposed as he spoke. "And you still haven’t marked me, human."The tension between us grew thicker, more intimate. I felt heat rise to my cheeks."But..." he continued, without taking his eyes off mine—there was a bold spark in them, "I have no objection to being bound to you."His tone was heavy with promise. Raw. Intentional. There was no room for doubt.I smiled sideways, my heart racing. I swallowed my nervousness and turned forward, taking a deep breath."Ready?" asked the blind sist

POV: AIRYSDaimon pulled me harder, his muscles tense, jaw locked, eyes burning with fury.He shoved me forward with brutal force and spun his body in the same instant, raising his arms to grab the beast leaping toward us. The impact was violent. The wolf sank its teeth deep into Daimon’s forearm, and a deep growl escaped his throat—not from pain, but from wild fury.The sound of flesh being torn made me shudder.He roared savagely, spinning his body with violence and kicking the wolf away. The creature was slammed against the wall with a dry crack, and Daimon didn’t even pause to breathe. He jumped out the door, slamming it shut behind us with force.The impact echoed like thunder.Pounding started from the other side—desperate, furious—but ahead of us, the scene changed. From the floor, a new staircase emerged like a dark invitation to the floor above. Dark. Narrow. The wood creaked. The air was colder.