Semua Bab Goodbye, my mate: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Gean's POVThe coffee burned my palm, bitter and unnecessary. Leo's absence hit me before I crossed the threshold - no clatter of vials, no muttered curses at malfunctioning equipment. Just cold sheets twisted into knots, still damp with the metallic tang of his sweat. I let the mug steam on the nightstand. Sentimentality wasted caffeine.The lab's vault door hissed open beneath my fingerprints. Banks of monitors flickered, their screens vomiting equations Leo had scribbled in manic spirals last night. The centrifuge whirred, empty. A single glove floated in a petri dish, skin cells dissolving like sugar in tea. My reflection warped in the machine's chrome surface: a businessman's haircut, a butcher's eyes.The secret door behind the cryo-chamber yielded to pressure. Dank air rushed up the tunnel, carrying the sweetness of rotting meat. My polished shoes crushed syringes, their contents smeared across stone like neon graffiti. Halfway down, a severed hand clutch

Leah's POVThe wind stole my scream. Or maybe I never made a sound. My body cut through the air like a rusted blade - all jagged edges and decaying purpose. Fingertips brushed cold metal, rope, the ghost of a railing that wasn't there anymore. My remaining eye watered; the hollow where the other had been throbbed in time with the seagulls' shrieks.Salt. Rotting kelp. Diesel fumes.The smells hit before the memory did.I'd done this before.Not the falling- the choosing.A bridge materialized behind my eyelids, its girders bleeding rust into black water. My palms remembered the chill of that rail, the way my bones had vibrated as trucks roared past. The sunset had looked like fire consuming a photograph, edges curling, everything reddening before the burn.That man.His face came sharper than the pain of shattered ribs. Diplomat's uniform starched to knife-edge perfection, motorcycle helmet dangling carelessly from one hand. He

Lucas' POVI was paralyzed, my mind reeling in shock.  What have I done?The fire roared, its flames licking hungrily at the night sky. Leah's figure began to blur, fading into the chaos.  Fear coiled around my neck like a vice, tightening with every passing second.  She is Leah. My Leah.I had pushed my mate, my wife, into the inferno.  And now, she was burning alive.  What have I done?! How could I have been so blind, so heartless? What cruel twist of fate had the Moon Goddess cast upon me?Why?! Why did She demand I destroy my own mate, my Leah?My thoughts shattered into fragments of despair.  Without hesitation, I leaped forward, charging headlong into the flames.  I would rather die with Leah than live as this hollow, heartless shell.  I should have died long ago.  But as the searing heat kissed my skin and singed

Finn's POV"As the ruler of Mediland," I said, my voice smooth, "I meet with the king every now and then to report on recent affairs. Is there any problem with this?"  "If you only want to meet," he said, his words clipped, "you should make an appointment with the Foreign Affairs Bureau and wait in line like everybody else."I gave a cruel smile, though he couldn't see it. "If you tell Lucian about my request for an audience, I think he'll agree to see me immediately.""Blind confidence is no different from stupidity," he shot back.  I ignored the jab. "You haven't answered my question, Mr. Cleary. Do you know who started the fire?"He hesitated, and I could almost hear the tension in his voice. "I didn't ask anyone to burn down your lab. Have you talked to Leo after the fire? He's set enough labs on fire before, hasn't he?"  "It was Leah who set the fire," I said, my voice steady.  The silence that foll

Lucas' POV"Alpha Lucas!" Dr. Jafar exclaimed, rushing to my bedside. "I saw the changes in your vitals on the screen and came as soon as I could. This is a miracle! You woke up!"  I dismissed Jorah with a nod, and he left reluctantly, his eyes lingering on me as if afraid I'd vanish.  "Dr. Jafar," I said, my voice low and urgent. "Did you perform the disguise surgery on Leah?"He hesitated, then nodded. "Yes. It was Finn's order, but it was my work. We had to change her appearance - everyone was hunting her...""What exactly did you do to her?" I asked.The doctor looked hesitant, but eventually he said, "We had to apply bionic skin, but her body rejected it at first. We had to keep injecting her with suppressants. And we… we reduced her height with bone surgery. It was painful, but necessary. Alpha Lucas, I felt so guilty about what I had done. That was why I was trying to remind you of her presence. I tried so hard to p