جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 50

Alina:Anya and I were cleaning the main sitting room when the front door opened. I looked up and frowned when I saw Nikita walking inside with a frown on her face.She still wore the dress we had chosen together. Her hair remained curled, though a few strands had fallen loose around her face. She carried her small purse in one hand, gripping it tighter than necessary.She looked angry considering the fact that she left being excited.Anya straightened beside me, the cloth in her hand going still. “You’re back. I expected that you would be a little later out in the night. It seems to me that you chose to leave early?”Nikita closed the door harder than she needed to. “Yes. And no, it wasn't even my idea to leave early. He was the one who suggested it and suddenly called the cab for me to leave.”Her tone told me that the day did not go the way that she had planned. Anya and I looked at one another and I sat down the small vase that I was dusting.I set down the small vase I had been d

Ivan:I knew something had gone wrong the moment Alpha Asher returned.The car stopped outside the main house shortly after midnight, and I watched from the window as he stepped out alone. Everyone has been talking about him having a date and now for him to come back alone with his shoulders stiff and his expression and unreadable… I knew that it was worse than anger.I had known Alpha Asher long enough to understand that when he shouted, there was still room to reason with him. When he went quiet, someone usually ended up bleeding. My hand tightened around the glass I was holding. I had spent the entire evening preparing what I intended to say. I wanted to answer every possible question and I wanted to give him every detail, every excuse for why I sold Alina without informing him.I knew that he wanted her and I knew that it was wrong for me to do, but it was a spontaneous moment. But the moment I saw him walking toward the house, I knew excuses would not be enough. Because he was go

Dimitri:I had never realized how quiet my room could be. It was not empty, no… it was peacefully quiet.The fire crackled softly in the fireplace while the moonlight spilled through the large windows, painting silver across the wooden floor. Every sound seemed quieter somehow, as if even the manor understood that tonight wasn't meant to be disturbed.Alina stood near the foot of the bed, looking around with hesitant curiosity. I walked to my wardrobe and opened one of the drawers. “I think this might fit.”She looked over as I pulled out a clean black shirt. “You want me to wear that?” She asked, clearly taken by surprise.I smiled. “Unless you planned on sleeping in your clothes. And given the fact that I had you taken from the kitchen, you're still wearing this dress, I would assume that you don't want to keep wearing it for the night.”“First of all, you took me from the living room.” She looked down at herself before laughing softly. “But I suppose that wouldn’t be very comfortabl

Dimitri:The first thing I heard was her breathing, uneven and shallow, as though every breath she took hurt. I hadn’t moved from her side, not once.The physician had come and gone nearly an hour ago, leaving behind four answers that explained nothing: there was no fever, no poison, no visible injury, and no reason he could give for what had happened.Neither could I, but I knew one thing: something had reached into my mate’s mind, and I was going to find out who. I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around hers, absentmindedly brushing my thumb over her knuckles.Her fingers twitched. Immediately, I straightened as I looked at her, my eyes widening in surprise.“Alina?” Her eyelashes fluttered. Slowly, she opened her eyes.For a brief second, confusion clouded her expression before recognition settled in. “Dimitri...?”Relief crashed through me so violently that I almost laughed. Instead, I leaned forward. “How do you feel?”She blinked several times. And I knew that she w

DimitriThe library had never felt so oppressive. Usually, it was my sanctuary, it was a place where silence brought answers.Today... every page seemed to raise another question.Books lay scattered across the enormous oak table, some opened halfway, others stacked in untidy piles around me. Dust floated lazily through the afternoon light, disturbed every time I reached for another ancient volume. Hours had passed. I hadn't noticed as my eyes skimmed over faded ink written centuries before I had been born.“The Concealed Bloodline...”“The Lost Heirs...”“The First Wolves...”Every book said the same thing in different words. The Concealed Wolf wasn't a myth.It had existed…Several bloodlines had carried it, every one of them had vanished or so history claimed.I turned another brittle page. Then… and my hand stopped. A passage near the bottom of the parchment had been underlined in dark ink, likely by someone who had studied it long before me. I leaned closer.“A Concealed Wolf sha