บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Sister's Alpha King : บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Alexanders povThe morning light seeped into the horizon, but I felt none of it. I left the others to the thankless task of dealing with the bodies. Weariness clung to me like a shroud, but it was overshadowed by a gnawing thought I couldn't shake: the woman and her son.She had died in my arms, a testament to the horrors Reed had unleashed. Her final words, a plea for her boy's safety, echoed in my mind. I had to find him. I moved swiftly through the palace. My footsteps carried me deeper within, drawn inexorably toward the dungeons. It struck me as odd that no guards patrolled the stairs, an eerie silence enveloping this bastion of oppression. As I descended, faint cries reached my ears.The sobbing beckoned me, tugging at my conscience. I followed, my senses alert for any sign of hostility. I arrived at a dilapidated door, the wood barely holding against the rot of time. No guards stood watch—a negligence that whispered of cunning intent. My grip tightened around the doorknob, musc

Olivias povI nodded, feeling the sting of defeat mingled with the knowledge that retreat was our only choice. The angry pack began to encircle us, their cries a painful melody of grief and accusation. My heart twisted with each shout, each demand for answers drowned by their pain."Go! Leave the pack!" a voice boomed angrily from within the throng. The words hit like stones, heavy with finality. "And never come back! If we see any of you again, we'll kill you!"My voice cracked as I tried to reason with them once more. "But what if the dark rogues—" I started, my plea hanging unfinished in the air as another shout rose up."Get out!" they barked collectively, their judgment as unwavering as a mountain standing strong against a storm.A deep sense of anguish clawed at my insides, tainting the relief of survival with the bitterness of misunderstanding. Despite my actions being necessary for their safety, I had become the villain in their story, my intentions overshadowed by the stark r

Alexanders povThe weight of Zack's impending words hung heavily in the air, a tangible silence that stretched between us and the elders. I watched Zack closely, his fragile form standing before such a powerful audience. His hands trembled slightly, the signs of a boy who had faced too much too soon. My heart ached for him, for the trials he had endured, and for the courage he now summoned."It's okay, Zack," I murmured gently, stepping forward to offer him reassurance. "I promise nothing bad will come to you from telling the truth."Zack's gaze flickered to mine, his eyes a study of fear and hesitance slowly melting into trust. With a courage that belied his age, he turned to the elders, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke."Yes... yes, it's true," he said, the confession spilling from him like a burden too long carried alone. "Reed killed my mother with his lies and hurt many in our pack. He was planning to kill me, but Alexander, I mean Alpha Alexander, found me."Silence recla

Olivias povIt all happened so fast. The world around me turned into a blur of fear and action as the soldier raised his weapon toward Zack. I screamed, "No!" my voice breaking through the room but not quick enough to halt the course of events. Zack was innocent, wrapped in a quilt of danger he never asked for, and I could not bear the thought of losing him.The soldier hesitated for a heartbeat, but it was too late. The shot rang out, stark against the silence left in the wake of my scream, and I watched as Zack faltered, his eyes wide with disbelief. Blood blossomed through his shirt, spreading a dark stain that mirrored the collective horror in the room.Zack's small hands moved instinctively to the wound, trying to stem the inevitable. His face reverted to the little boy we had fought so hard to save. He looked to Alexander with an expression of pure sorrow—the apology of someone who felt they had taken a wrong turn."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Zack murmured, his voice tremblin

Olivias pov The sickly smell of fear hung in the air as our small group huddled in the shadowy room. Alexander sat in front of me, his hand wrapped in a makeshift bandage. The world around us seemed to pulse with tension, and the echoes of Zack’s loss were a persistent whisper in our minds.I closed my eyes, summoning the light within me, willing it to surface. It was a power that had been with me for as long as I could remember, one that set me apart from the others—a spirit wolf in a world dominated by brutish strength and raw power. Slowly, my hands began to glow, a soft luminescence emanating from my palms.Alexander watched me, a mix of hope and doubt flickering in his gaze. “Are you sure this will work, Olivia?” His voice, usually steady and commanding, wavered with the weight of uncertainty.“I don’t know,” I admitted, letting the light spill into the space between us. “But I have to try.” I pressed my hands gently over his, letting the warmth seep through his skin. But as the