บททั้งหมดของ The cursed alpha's dirty secret : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

"You've been alone for fifty years?"The question came from Lyra, her voice filled with disbelief. We were sitting in the chamber of the ancient tower, the warmth of the circle pulsing around us. The old woman, whose name we had learned was Mira, nodded slowly."Fifty years," she repeated. "Fifty years of holding the circle alone. Fifty years of waiting.""How did you survive?" Wren asked. "How did you not go mad?"Mira smiled, a sad and gentle thing. "I had the light," she said. "The light kept me company. The light kept me sane.""But you were alone," Elara said. "Truly alone.""Yes," Mira said. "But I knew that one day, someone would come. Someone who carried the light. Someone who could help me finish what I started.""And what did you start?" I asked.She stood up, her old bones creaking. "Come," she said. "I'll show you."We followed her through the tower, up winding stairs and through narrow passages. The walls were covered in symbols, the same symbols we had seen in the librar

"The garden is speaking again."Elara's voice was filled with wonder. She was kneeling in the garden of light, her small hands cupping a flower that pulsed with warmth. I watched her from the light, from the circle, from everywhere and nowhere."What is it saying?" Wren asked, moving to kneel beside her."It's saying that something is coming," Elara said. "Something new.""What kind of something?" Lyra asked, joining them.Elara closed her eyes, her face peaceful. "I don't know. But it's good. It's something we've been waiting for."I felt the warmth pulse around them, through them, within them. The garden had grown since I had become part of it. It had spread beyond Sanctuary, beyond the forest, beyond everything we had ever known."What do you mean, something we've been waiting for?" Tessa asked."I don't know," Elara said again. "But I can feel it. It's like a seed. A seed that's about to bloom."The warmth pulsed, and I felt it too. Something was changing. Something was growing. S

"Something is happening to the garden."Elara's voice carried a note of urgency I hadn't heard in years. She was standing in the center of the garden of light, her hands pressed against the glowing earth. I watched from the warmth, from the circle, from everywhere and nowhere."What do you mean?" Wren asked, rushing to her side."The flowers," Elara said. "They're changing. Growing. Something is coming."Kaela moved to stand beside her mother, her face calm but alert. She had returned from her travels only weeks before, and already she seemed to sense that something important was about to happen."What kind of something?" Kaela asked."I don't know," Elara said. "But it feels like... completion. Like something that was started a long time ago is finally finishing."The villagers gathered around the garden, their faces full of wonder and curiosity. The flowers were indeed changing, growing taller, brighter, more alive."It's the circle," Lyra said, her voice barely a whisper. "The circ

"Something is wrong with the garden."Kaela's voice was sharp with alarm. She was standing in the center of the garden of light, her hands pressed against the glowing earth. I moved to stand beside her, my heart pounding in my chest."What do you mean?" I asked."The flowers," she said. "They're dimming. The light is fading."I looked and saw it. The flowers that had once blazed with warmth were growing pale. The glow that had filled the garden was flickering like a candle in the wind."How is that possible?" Wren asked, rushing to join us. "The circle is complete. The light is everywhere.""Something is draining it," Kaela said. "Something is taking the warmth."I closed my eyes and reached for the circle, for the connection that bound us all together. I could feel it, but it was weaker than before. Something was wrong."There's a sickness in the light," I said. "Something is corrupting it.""What kind of sickness?" Lyra asked."I don't know," I said. "But we need to find out before

"The book is writing itself."Kaela's voice was filled with wonder. She was sitting at the desk in the library, the manuscript she had been working on spread out before her. But something was different. The pages were glowing, the words shifting and changing on their own."What do you mean, writing itself?" I asked, moving to stand beside her."Look," she said, pointing at the page. "I wrote this chapter yesterday. But now it's different. There are new words. New stories."I looked at the page and saw it. The words were indeed new, telling stories I had never heard before. Stories of keepers from distant lands. Stories of circles we had never known."The book is connected to the circle," I said. "It's recording everything. Every keeper. Every circle. Every act of love.""How is that possible?" Wren asked, joining us."The first keepers," I said. "They must have created it. A book that would write itself. A book that would record the history of the light."We watched as the pages fille