Dear Alpha, I’m Far Gone의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

Seraphine's POVPain was the only thing keeping me alive and I welcomed it.Stone pressed against my chest. Crushing. Suffocating. Blood pooled in my mouth. Metallic. Thick. I could not move my legs. Could not feel my left arm. Everything below my waist was numb or screaming. I could not tell which was worse.The fortress had collapsed on top of me. Buried me alive. Left me to die in the darkness like vermin. Like nothing. After everything I sacrificed. Everything I gave to the Council. This was how it ended.But I refused to die. Refused to let them win. Refused to let her win.Calista. That pathetic, weak little wolf who somehow destroyed everything. Who turned Zevran against us? Who rallied the kingdoms? Who brought down centuries of carefully built power in a matter of weeks?I hated her. Hated her with every broken breath. Every shattered bone. Every moment of agony. She took everything from me. My position. My respect. My future. And she did it without even understanding what sh

 Aldrid's POV The gates of Vargath opened and I knew I had made a terrible mistake coming home. Silence greeted me. Not the usual bustle of the capital. Not the sounds of commerce and conversation that filled these streets since my childhood. Just silence. Heavy. Oppressive. Wrong. People lined the streets but they did not cheer. Did not welcome their returning prince. They stared. Some with anger. Some with fear. Most with disgust. Like I was something foul that crawled from beneath a rock. I kept my head high. Refused to show weakness. I fought for them. Bled for them. Helped destroy the Council that controlled their lives for generations. And this was how they greeted me. Kaelen rode beside me. His jaw is tight. His hand was never far from his sword. "This does not feel right." "No. It does not." I scanned faces in the crowd. Looking for allie

  Lyra's POV Calista was disappearing right in front of us and nobody seemed to notice but me. I watched her at breakfast. She pushed food around her plate. Smiled when Zevran spoke to her. Nodded at appropriate moments. But her eyes were empty. Distant. Like she was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark and unreachable. Zevran touched her hand. Asked if she slept well. She lied. Said yes. Said she felt much better. He believed her because he wanted to. Because believing the alternative meant admitting something was seriously wrong. But I saw the truth. The shadows under her eyes. The tremor in her fingers. The way she flinched at sudden sounds. She was falling apart and trying desperately to hide it. I waited until Zevran left for council meetings. Until servants cleared the breakfast dishes. Until we were alone in the solar. Morning light streamed th

  Zevran's POV I made the decision at dawn and prayed I was not making a terrible mistake. Calista slept fitfully in my arms. Her body twitched. Small whimpers escaped her throat. Even unconscious she found no peace. No rest. The nightmares claimed her regardless of whether she closed her eyes. I could not watch her suffer anymore. Could not sit helplessly while she drowned. There was a way to help. Ancient. Dangerous. Forbidden by most kingdoms because of the risks involved. But the Moonborn practiced it. Perfected it. Used it to strengthen bonds between mates. Between family. Between those who needed to share burdens too heavy for one person. The bonding ritual. Complete mental connection. Two minds linked so deeply they could share thoughts. Emotions. Memories. Everything. It terrified me. But not as much as losing Calista to madness terrified me.

  Tina's POV I woke up smiling and the novelty of it still shocked me. Six weeks in Noctis. Six weeks of waking without dread. Without wondering what new humiliation awaited. Without bracing for cruelty masked as duty. Just peace. Safety. The radical concept that I mattered beyond my usefulness to others. Sunlight streamed through the window of my chambers. My chambers. Not a servant's quarters. Not a shared space. A real room with a real bed and furnishings that spoke of care. Of value. The palace staff treated me like I belonged here. Like I wanted. The adjustment was harder than I expected. Years of servitude did not disappear overnight. I still caught myself bowing too low. Apologizing too much. Making myself small and invisible out of habit. But people here noticed. Corrected gently. Reminded me I was free now. That old rules no longer apply. I dres