Semua Bab Alpha or Lycan : Otsana's Dilemma : Bab 61 - Bab 70

~OtsanaThe sound of the heavy lock turning echoed through the cold, damp dungeon. I sat up quickly, my back pressed against the stone wall as the metal door creaked open. A man stepped in, holding a tray of food that smelled like it had been scraped off the bottom of a pan. “We leave at sunrise, get ready” he said, as he placed the food on the ground and turned to leave.“Wait,” I called out, my voice raspy from thirst. “Where are you taking me? You said we leave at sunrise… where are we going?”He glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought he might answer, but he just shook his head and left, the door slamming shut behind him. The lock clicked again, sealing me back into silence.I stared at the tray of food. A chunk of stale bread, a piece of overcooked meat, and a small cup of water. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, and I reached for the bread. As I broke it in half, I heard the faint scuttling of tiny

~OtsanaThe air was thick with dampness, the dim light of the corridor flickering weakly as I was dragged by Jasper’s men. My wrists throbbed from the tight ropes cutting into my skin, and my heart pounded in my chest. They didn’t say a word as they pulled me through the old building. My captors’ silence was almost worse than the occasional sneers they’d thrown at me earlier. Finally, we stopped in front of a door. It was heavy, made of dark wood, and bore the scars of years of use. One of them pushed it open, and I was yanked inside.The room smelled of stale air and dust, and I could immediately tell it hadn’t been used in a long time. A worn bedframe sat in the corner, and a tattered carpet covered parts of the creaky wooden floor. The wallpaper peeled at the edges, revealing the rough stone beneath. “This used to be mine when I was a child,” Jasper said, stepping into the room after us. His voice was low, almost contemplative, as he looked around. “Fitting, isn’t it? That you’d

~RalphThe guest house was too loud. Too damn loud. Laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the obnoxious hum of chatter filled the air. It was the kind of noise that grated on my nerves even on a good day—and today was anything but a good day. My fists clenched at my sides as I stepped through the doorway, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on. Grayson's pack members were scattered everywhere, lounging like they didn’t have a care in the world. Some leaned against walls with drinks in hand, others huddled in groups, talking and laughing like life was perfect. The smell of roasted meat and spilled wine hung heavy in the air, turning my stomach. What in the actual hell? Did they win a lottery I didn’t know about? I pushed further into the room, my boots thudding against the hardwood floor. My jaw tightened with every step. Something about this scene was off. Wrong. Celebrations like this didn’t belong here, not with everything that had happened lately. And then I

~OtsanaI paced around the room in my nightdress, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as the chill of the night seeped in. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional crackling of the fireplace. My eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. He should’ve been here by now. I walked to the mirror, pausing to examine myself. My fingers brushed my cheek as I leaned in, hoping the days I spent in the dungeon hadn’t dulled my appearance. My skin looked pale, and faint shadows rimmed my eyes, but I wasn’t completely unrecognizable. “You’re still you,” I whispered, attempting a smile. “Ralph will still see you.”A sudden noise startled me—a soft creak from the door. My heart leaped into my throat. Ralph! My lips curled into a smile, and I spun toward the door, smoothing my hair quickly. “Finally,” I murmured, my heart racing with anticipation. I glanced back at the mirror, adjusting the thin strap of my nightdress. I wanted to look perfect for him, even if exhaustion

~RalphThe moonlight filtered through the window, casting a faint silver glow over the room. My mind was a whirlwind, thoughts colliding like waves in a storm. A day—just one day—before my wedding to Sophia, and here I was, making plans to send the woman I loved away. Otsana sat across from me, her eyes red from crying, yet defiant as ever. Her strength amazed me, even now. She deserved so much more than the chaos I had brought into her life. But this was the only way to protect her, even if it broke us both. “I’ve been thinking,” I began, my voice low and measured, careful not to betray the conflict raging inside me. “You need to leave the pack, Otsana.” Her breath hitched, and I saw the tears forming in her eyes again. “Leave?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ll take you to Noah , the Lycan King,” I continued, forcing the words out. Just saying his name made my blood boil, but I knew it was the safest option. “He’s your fated mate. He wouldn’t hurt you, and Jasper wou