Semua Bab Feral Hearts: Pucked By The Alphas: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER 101CALLIEAFTER THE CAGEMorning didn’t arrive all at once. It seeped in slowly, like the world was unsure whether it was allowed to continue. The light through the hospital window was pale and cautious, stretching thin fingers across the floor and stopping just short of Santiago’s bed. I noticed that before anything else, the way the sun refused to touch him directly, as if even daylight was afraid of doing more harm. I hadn’t slept. Not really.I’d drifted, maybe. Slipped in and out of something close to rest, my head leaning back against the chair, my body aching in places I hadn’t fully catalogued yet. Every time my eyes closed for longer than a few seconds, my wolf jerked me back awake, sharp and alert, convinced that stillness meant danger. But the room was quiet. Too quiet to be threatening.Santiago was still unconscious, but his breathing was steadier now, less ragged than before. The healer’s work showed in the subtle ways, less tension in his jaw, the faintest hint

CHAPTER 103MARCOTHE SPACE BEFORE THE DOORThe corridor was narrower than I expected. Walls pressed in on either side, pale and smooth, etched with containment runes that glowed faintly beneath the surface like veins under skin. They pulsed slowly, steadily, no longer aggressive, no longer threatening. Controlled. Everything about this place was controlled. It made my teeth ache.My footsteps echoed too loudly in the silence. Each one sounded deliberate, final, as if the corridor itself was counting them, measuring how far I had come and how much further I was willing to go. Travis walked beside me, a half-step back, hands clasped behind him. He hadn’t spoken since we left the hospital wing. My body still carried the memory of restraints. My wrists burned faintly where iron had bitten into skin, where wards had pressed and suppressed and punished every instinct I had. My wolf paced inside me now, no longer frantic, no longer crushe

CHAPTER 105MARCOTHE PUPPET KINGI went back inside. The door sealed behind me with a sound that felt too final for something so quiet. Alessandro didn’t look up right away.He sat bound in the reinforced chair, silver-threaded restraints locked into the floor, suppression wards humming softly around him like a contained storm. The magic didn’t make him small. It didn’t make him weak. It only limited his reach. And somehow that made him more dangerous, not less, like a blade sheathed too carefully.I stood where I was, a few steps inside the room. The air felt dense, charged, like it was waiting for permission to explode.When he finally lifted his head, his eyes locked onto mine with the same precision they always had. Not warmth. Not surprise. Ownership.“Oh, you're back again,” he said. Calm. Almost pleased. “I was wondering how long it would take you.” Something in my chest twisted hard. I didn’t answer.

CHAPTER 107MATTEOQUIET THREADSLeaving Santiago felt wrong in a way I couldn’t properly explain. Not because he needed me more, he was stable now, finally resting beneath layered healing wards, but because I had grown used to anchoring myself to the steady rise and fall of his chest. It had become my proof that the worst hadn’t won. That we were still here. Still breathing.I stood at the foot of his bed for a long moment after the healer dismissed me, hands clenched at my sides, jaw tight. The room smelled faintly of herbs and clean linen, a far cry from the stench of stone and fear we’d left behind. Santiago looked smaller than he ever had, lashes dark against pale skin, his wolf quiet but present at the edge of my awareness. Not gone. Not fading. Just resting.“You’re allowed to sleep,” I murmured, not sure whether I meant him or myself. Then I turned away before the instinct to sit back down rooted me there again.The

CHAPTER 109CALLIEHospitals are cruel in the way they pretend everything is calm.White walls. Soft beeping machines. Nurses walking like the world isn’t hanging by a thread.I’d been sitting beside Santiago’s bed long enough for my legs to go numb. My fingers were still wrapped around his hand, tracing slow circles over his skin, like if I stopped touching him he might disappear again.He hated hospitals.He hated being still.He hated weakness.And right now he looked too still. Too quiet.I leaned forward, resting my forehead gently against his knuckles.“You’re not allowed to scare me like this,” I whispered. “You don’t get to go quiet on me.”My voice wobbled. I hated that.I wasn’t the crying girl in the bathroom anymore. I wasn’t the girl Luca humiliated. I wasn’t the girl Stella tried to break.But sitting here, watching him breathe through a machine-monitored rhythm, I felt fragile all over again.Then his fingers twitched. I froze.My head lifted slowly. “Santi?”Another tw