Semua Bab THE SLAVE THAT STOLE THE ALPHA'S HEART.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I needed to think and before I knew it I found myself in the my private woods, surrounded only by the tripping of birds and the crackling of dry leaves under my feet. Then my brother's voice. "Brother I heard what happened," it was my brother Cassius coming down the path towards the lake, you took him a couple of seconds until he was behind me waiting for some kind of acknowledgments as I remain seated on the cold Rock facing the lake when he did not get his after a while he coughed louder than necessary. "Brother is it true?" He said and you could hear the glee bubbling right under his fake sympathy, I still didn't respond and he was either not bothered by this or two eager to get out his own peace to really stop and think about that. "Southerners can really never be trusted, so think you were so kind to her bringing her here and even leaving her in charge of the Alex which gave her so much Liberty that a slave could you never expect in their lifetime only for her to turn around

Selena's POVThe dungeon door groaned shut behind me, and I was alone again.My fingers found my throat where the shackle used to sit. The skin there still felt strange—too bare, too exposed. Ten years of silver against my neck, and now nothing. Just the ghost of weight I'd carried since I was twelve.He believed me.I said it to myself like a prayer. Like if I repeated it enough times, the universe wouldn't snatch it away.Ian Silvermoon, the man who killed my people, the man who rejected me, the man who locked me in this dungeon—he believed me.My chest did something strange. Something that felt dangerously close to hope.I pressed my palm against the concrete wall. Cold. Solid. Real. Everything about this place was designed to remind you that you were nothing—white walls, steel bed, no windows. The kind of room that swallowed your identity whole.But I was still here. Still me.We never surrender.---Razor stirred in my chest. She'd been quiet since I told Ian everything, like she

Cassius's POVThe dungeon was cold. Damp. Everything I'd always despised.But I wasn't worried.I sat on the steel frame bed, legs crossed, hands folded. Like I was waiting for tea, not my execution.The guards outside were nervous. I could hear their heartbeats. Fast. Uneasy. They knew who I was. Knew what I was capable of.Good. Fear was useful.The iron door cranked open. My brother stepped through. Alone. No guards. No witnesses."Cassius," he said. Flat. Emotionless."Brother." I smiled. "Come to gloat?""Come to ask questions.""Ask away. I'm not going anywhere."Ian crossed the room. Stopped in front of me. His hands were loose at his sides, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. The rage he was trying to hide."Who else is working with you?" he asked."Working with me?""The assassins. The ones who attacked my chambers. They didn't come from nowhere."I tilted my head. "Assassins? I've been in this cell for hours. I don't know anything about assassins.""You're lying."

Ian's POVI watched him leave.Eugene slipped out of Selena's room just before dawn, his clothes rumpled, his eyes darting around like a cornered animal. He moved fast. Nervous. Guilty.My fingers curled into fists.Griffin was screaming inside me. Why is he coming out of her room? Why is he near our mate? What did he do to her?Calm down, I told him. We don't know what happened.We know he was in her room. Alone. At night.I pushed the rage down. Forced my body to stay still. To watch.Eugene disappeared around the corner. I waited until his footsteps faded. Then I moved.The walk to her chambers felt like walking through fire. Every step fed the flames. Every breath fueled the anger.I knocked on her door. Hard."Selena."Silence. Then footsteps. The door creaked open.She was in her nightgown. Hair messy. Eyes tired. She looked like she hadn't slept at all."Ian?" She blinked. "What are you—""Why was Eugene in your room?"Her face changed. Recognition. Guilt. "You saw him?""I saw

Cassius's POVThe dungeon was cold.I'd been here for two days now. The walls were damp. The bed was hard. The food was barely edible.But I wasn't worried.I sat in the corner, legs crossed, hands folded. Like I was waiting for a performance. Because I was.My brother was about to walk through that door. And when he did, I'd have the best seat in the house.The iron door groaned open.Ian stepped through. Alone. No guards. No witnesses."Cassius," he said."Brother." I smiled. "Come to gloat?""Come to watch you face justice.""Justice?" I laughed. "You think this is justice? Locking me in a cell while you sit on your throne?""You tried to kill me.""I tried to take what was mine."Ian crossed the room. Stopped in front of me. His hands were clenched at his sides. His eyes were burning."Eugene confessed," he said. "He told me everything. The poison. The plan. The assassination. It's all documented. All proven.""Eugene is a fool.""He's a witness.""He's a liar." I stood. Slow. Del