Alle Kapitel von Till The End of The World : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 7

CLARA."What the fuck is happening, Alaric?!"The door slams open under my hand, the sound echoing through the room, loud and violent, matching the storm raging inside me.“What is going on?!”My voice cuts through the air, sharp, shaking with fury I can’t control, burning my throat raw as it tears out of me.The fuck. I can’t believe my eyes.Alaric turns sharply, Emma freezes beside him, stepping away a second later, fixing her dress, but it's too late, I have already seen enough, the scent of sweat and sex still thick in the air.“You said…” My voice trembles in fury. “You said you were just friends.”My supposed husband doesn’t answer, just looks at me with that same calm expression that makes something tighten in my chest.That same look.He knows. He fucking knows."You know?" My nostrils flare.“Choose your accusation carefully, Clara.”"You know, Alaric!" I snap, my steps heavy as I move closer, each step echoing too loudly in the room, like I’m the only one making noise in a

CLARA."Do you take Alaric Voss as your lawfully wedded husband?”The priest’s voice echoes, distant, unclear.I can’t breathe. Blood—there’s my blood… my flesh—ah—it’s tearing, hot, wet, slipping through my fingers.Wolf… its claws, teeth, ripping me.I’m… my—My fingers twitch, and I’m back, my eyes snapping open.The world snaps into place. There’s soft music playing somewhere around, and flowers—the faint scent of roses and polished wood.I look down at myself. I’m wearing a white dress, layers of it, too fluffy, too floral for my liking, but I have seen this before… I have.My eyes snap up and my breath stills.Alaric.He’s standing before me, in a perfect black tux, that same calm expression.My wedding.It’s my wedding.The bouquet slips from my hands, gasps rippling through the crowd as I stumble back.No—no, no, no—I don’t wait. I turn and run, the doors, the people—everything blurring past me. My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I gather my dress in my hands.I don’t stop u

CLARA The next morning comes too fast. It drags me out of sleep like something unfinished, something clawing its way back.For a second, I don’t move.The ceiling above me should feel unfamiliar—yet it isn’t. Sunlight spills through the stained glass, breaking into soft fragments across the white ceiling, scattering color where there should be none. My fingers twitch against the sheets, the fabric cool and smooth beneath my skin, and I sink deeper into the pillow.How surprising can life be? One day I was the happiest woman alive, with a kind husband and a perfect family, a future that looked… safe. Then the next day, I'm killed by that same kindness.Surprise, surprise.I exhale slowly, staring up at the ceiling again, grounding myself in the silence. It's just… a morning.“Great,” I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand over my face. “Round two.”I swing my legs off the bed, the cold marble floor biting instantly into my bare feet. The chill shoots up my spine, sharp enough to w

CLARA“I won't let you die again.”The words slam into me so hard my heartbeat stutters.Again.The room suddenly feels smaller. The air is heavier.Every instinct in me screams at once.My mouth goes dry as I stare at him, trying to laugh it off, trying to focus on something else but nothing comes. Because he isn’t joking. There’s no confusion in his face, no hesitation.Just certainty.Cold fear crawls slowly up my spine.No.No, that’s impossible.Selene said…but wolves worship her, why would she help me? My thoughts cut off sharply.His gaze doesn’t leave mine, and somehow that makes it worse, because it feels like he can see the panic spreading through me in real time.What the fuck does he know?“What?” The word comes out smaller than I intended, thin around the edges.Evan doesn’t move. He’s still standing too close, close enough that I feel like he's interrogating me and already decided the end.Then, finally—“The same way I saved you last night.”My lungs suddenly work aga