All Chapters of Dear Alpha, I’m Far Gone: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

  Calista's POV The sanctuary. Morwen wanted me to betray the location where the remaining Moonborn survivors were hiding. The place where my mother waited. Where three hundred people had built lives away from the Council's reach. She wanted me to hand them over for slaughter in exchange for my own freedom. "No." The word came out before I could think. Automatic. Absolute. Morwen's smile never wavered. "Think carefully before you answer. This is the only deal you will get. Your life and freedom for information. A fair trade." "There is nothing fair about it." My hands clenched into fists. "You want me to condemn my own people to death. That is not a trade. That is extortion." "Call it what you want." Morwen tilted her head. "But the offer stands. Tell us where the survivors are hiding and you walk away from all of this. Keep your power. Keep your new kin

  Calista's POV Aldrid looked like death. His skin was paper white and his breathing rattled in his chest. The healers had done what they could but the wound was too deep. Too much damage. He was dying and everyone in the room knew it. I stood in the doorway and could not make myself move closer. This man had made my life hell for five years. Had beaten me. Degraded me. Sold me to the Council. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around and leave him to die alone. But he was also the man who had finally found his courage. Who had exposed the Council's plans knowing it might cost him everything. Who had tried to save me even after everything he had done. "Go to him." Zevran's hand rested on my lower back. "Hear what he has to say. You will regret it if you do not." I nodded and forced my feet to move. Each step toward that bed felt like walking through m

Calista's POVSunlight hurt my eyes. Warm and golden and completely wrong. I should have been in darkness. Should have been dead or captured or worse. Instead, I was lying in the softest bed I had ever felt with silk sheets against my skin and the smell of lavender in the air.I sat up too fast. Pain shot through my ribs and I gasped. My hands were bandaged. Clean white cloth wrapped around cuts I barely remembered getting. Someone had changed my clothes. The torn, blood-stained dress was gone. Now I wore a simple nightgown that felt like water against my skin.The room was beautiful. Massive windows let in streams of morning light. Cream-colored walls. Elegant furniture that looked hand-carved. Fresh flowers on the bedside table. Everything was clean and peaceful and so different from the nightmare I remembered that I wondered if I was dreaming.The door opened. A woman stepped inside carrying a tray. She was younger than me, maybe mid-twenties, with dark hair braided down her back

 Zevran's POV The question hung in the air like smoke. "You knew my family?" Calista's voice trembled and her eyes searched mine for something I was not sure I could give her. Truth. The kind that burned going down and left scars in its wake. I nodded slowly. My chest tightened with the weight of what I had to tell her. "I knew more than just your parents, Calista. I knew what they were. What you are." She went still. Completely frozen. "What I am?" "The Moonborn." The words felt sacred on my tongue. Ancient. "That is what your people were called. A bloodline that stretched back centuries. Werewolves born under a specific lunar alignment that gave them gifts others did not possess." "Gifts?" Her brow furrowed. Confusion clouded her features. "What kind of gifts?" "Healing that went beyond normal pack abilities. Strength that came from connection

  Aldrid's POV The fortress loomed ahead like a tomb carved from mountain stone. I had made this journey dozens of times over the years but today felt different. Heavier. The weight of failure pressed against my chest with every step my horse took toward those massive iron gates. Guards flanked the entrance. Their faces blank. Expressionless. They recognized me immediately and stepped aside without a word. No greeting. No acknowledgment. Just cold efficiency that told me everything I needed to know about my current standing with the Council. I dismounted in the courtyard. My legs protested after three days of hard riding. I had pushed myself and my horse to the limit. The summons had been clear. Urgent. Come immediately. Do not delay. The kind of message that meant someone's head would roll if orders were not followed precisely. A servant appeared at my elbow. Young. Nervous