Todos os capítulos de The Girl the Alpha Academy Couldn't Break: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Neris's POV"There's more, isn't there."I say it quietly, watching my mother's expression in the pulsing silver light of the opening Threshold, something in her careful stillness telling me she hasn't finished confessing everything yet."What do you mean?""You've told me about the guardian essence. About being approached before I was conceived, about agreeing to house what remained of a dying lineage inside whatever child you eventually had with my father." My voice carries steady, controlled fury now, exhaustion stripping away whatever patience I might have maintained under different circumstances. "But that's not the same as explaining how you and my father actually found each other in the first place."Something flickers across her expression, old guilt resurfacing with visible effort."No," she admits. "It isn't.""Tell me the rest."She's quiet for a long moment, the fissure's light casting shifting shadows across her features, before she finally speaks again, her voice carryin

Neris's POV"Something's surfacing."Lucien's voice cuts through the tension still hanging over the ruined courtyard, his eyes fixed on the widening fissure where the silver light has begun pulsing in a new, deliberate rhythm."Surfacing how," I ask, my wolf stirring beneath my skin with sudden, sharp attention."Look."I follow his gaze toward the fissure's center, where something solid has begun rising through the silver light, ancient and unmistakable even at this distance, an object carried upward by whatever force governs the Threshold's slow, inexorable opening."That's a crown," Cassian says, disbelief evident in his voice as the object clears the fissure's edge entirely, hovering for a moment in the pulsing light before settling onto the cracked stone nearby.It's smaller than I expect, simple in design despite its obvious age, silver metal worked into a circlet marked with the same three interlocking crescents I've carried beneath my collarbone since the night I first awakene

Neris's POV"Four territories have declared for you. Five have declared against. The remaining three are still deciding."Lucien delivers the count without looking up from the scattered reports spread across the makeshift war table, his voice carrying the same careful precision he brings to every crisis, though exhaustion shows plainly beneath it now."That's not a majority either way," I say, studying the map spread before us, territorial borders marked in colors that have shifted twice already since this morning."It's not meant to be reassuring," Vashcross says, standing at the table's edge with an expression considerably more grim than her earlier diplomatic composure ever allowed. "It means this kingdom is genuinely divided, Neris, not simply hesitant. War is no longer a possibility we're trying to prevent. It's already begun, in smaller skirmishes across at least two contested border regions.""Which territories have declared for us," Cassian asks, his voice carrying the particu

Neris's POV"Explain that. Right now."My voice comes out sharp, fear and fury tangling together as Cassian's grip tightens protectively on my shoulder."I don't fully understand it myself," the chained man says, his expression carrying what looks like genuine confusion. "I only know what I sense, and what I sense doesn't match the daughter I remember carrying in my arms the night everything went wrong.""Then maybe your senses are wrong. Eighteen years of imprisonment could easily distort anyone's perception.""Perhaps." Something flickers behind his eyes, too quick for me to properly read in the dim chamber light. "Or perhaps something considerably more troubling has happened in the years since I lost you.""Like what.""I don't know," he says, though something in his careful hesitation makes my wolf stir with sudden, sharp unease."Neris," Lucien says quietly, studying the chained man with the same analytical focus he brings to every uncertain situation. "May I ask him something di

Neris's POV"I need the full truth. Not fragments. Not convenient admissions when cornered. Everything."I say it to Vashcross directly, my voice carrying a hardness that's grown considerably since the camp attack, since learning my entire academy placement was engineered years in advance."I've told you everything I orchestrated myself," she says carefully."Then who orchestrated the rest?"She hesitates, something genuinely uncertain crossing her expression now. "I don't fully know. I arranged your placement at Silver Ridge. I ensured circumstances existed that made your eventual awakening likely, given enough time and pressure. But the specific timing of the Midnight Pursuit, the particular creature that breached the wards that exact night, the precise coordination that left you alone and unequipped at exactly the moment maximum exposure became possible.""That wasn't you.""No. I've suspected for some time that considerably more careful orchestration existed beneath my own efforts