Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Ex-Mate: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Irina's POV"Let's go," Ian said, not giving me time to dwell on my thoughts.We walked away from the cliff, the mist thinning, the ground evening out. But something was bothering me."What of the horses?" I asked Ian. "We left them on the other side.""We'll just leave them behind and—" he started, but then he stopped, his eyes fixed on the cliff behind us.I turned to look at what he was staring at, and my eyes caught it."Damn," I muttered. "A bridge is setting up."Stone by stone, the bridge was forming. Solid, real, built from nothing. The horses neighed and crossed, their hooves clattering on the new path, and within minutes, they were on our side, shaking their manes like nothing strange had happened.Everyone looked with wonder. Mr. Seer here was actually a very entertaining person. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.We continued our journey as we rode the horse, following a straight path that cut through the rocky terrain. The sun was lower now, casting long shadows

Irina’s Pov We left the empty field. The guards were drinking and laughing around their campfire, their voices carrying through the evening air. They didn’t seem to have issues. No one looked shaken or disturbed. I wondered if what we were seeing was an illusion. “An illusion,” I asked, squinting my eyes at Ryan as he passed by with an armful of firewoods. He stopped, looking at me with concern. “Lady Irina, are you alright? You look pale.”He was definitely not an illusion, his eyes were too warm, and his concern was genuine. Then he turned to Ian, “Greetings Alpha.” Ian nodded. The illusions have been good but hadn’t been able to replicate that small, human details that made someone real. “So it was only us,” Ian muttered as his arm snaked around my waist. “Let’s go.” We journeyed further into the valley, the sun dipping lower, the shadows growing longer. The men were tired, I could see it in the way they walked and the slump of their shoulders. “I’m so tired,” some of the

Irina's POVFinally, we came across a big cottage.It wasn't what I had expected. After the cliff, the fog, the illusions, I had imagined something grand like a towering fortress, maybe, or a hidden cave deep in the mountains. But this was just a cottage. Large, yes, with a thatched roof and smoke curling from the chimney, but still just a cottage. It sat in the middle of the flower field, surrounded by blooming bushes and tall trees, looking almost... ordinary.Ian got down from the horse and motioned for me to stay back. He walked to the wooden door, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Still nothing.Then he drew his sword and pushed the door open.He stood at the doorstep, his eyes scanning the interior. After a moment, he bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it inside.A net came down from the ceiling, sweeping the stone up and dangling it in the air. A trap. A very obvious trap, but a trap nonetheless. If Ian had walked in without check

Irina's POV"We have to discuss," Ian said to Avon, his tone leaving no room for argument.Avon furrowed his brow and nodded. I couldn't help but notice that he looked even more dashing when he frowned. The way his features sharpened, the way his blue eyes darkened with thought, it was striking. I wished I could introduce him to Kathrine. Maybe if she met someone like Avon, someone kind and cheerful and genuinely good, she could forget about King Edward. She deserved better than a man who saw her as nothing more than a vessel for another woman's soul.Ian led us to a quiet corner of the cottage, away from the guards and the noise. He explained everything about the dragon's egg, the exchange of souls, the six-month deadline. Avon listened in silence, his expression unreadable.Then he grinned. "So you're looking for a dragon's egg," he said lazily, leaning back in his chair. "That's... ambitious.""Do you know where to find one?" Ian asked, cutting to the chase.Avon's grin widened. "I

Irina's POVThis was just too much to handle."Wow," I breathed out, staring at Orion who turned out to be my grandfather. The man who had been hiding in this cottage, letting fate control everything, while his granddaughters suffered. Part of me wanted to be angry at him. Another part was just too overwhelmed to feel anything at all.He gestured for me to continue with making the clone. No pressure, right? Just create a duplicate of my sister, something I had never attempted before, with everyone watching.I breathed in and out, slow and deep, trying to center myself. Then I closed my eyes. I pictured another Katherine, beautiful, kind, with her blue hair and blue eyes and gentle smile. I pictured her standing beside the real Katherine, indistinguishable, perfect and especially full of smiles. "Damn," I heard Ian curse, and I opened my eyes.Wow. There were like five Katherines standing in front of me. Five identical copies, each one perfect down to the smallest detail."What am I g