บททั้งหมดของ Changing Fate for the Alpha King: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

DustinI rise, my head tilting in her direction. This time my lack of focus on the enemy is no trap. It’s a need to see her, to see that face again.And she is beautiful. So-so beautifulShe runs through the battlefield like she doesn’t belong in this world of blood and death. No one touches her. Not the werewolves. Not the vampires. Not the humans.She is the only woman in this world no one can ever hurt—not when she has my love and Levian’s protection. But she doesn’t know. She doesn’t see how special, how beautiful she is. And I love her. I love her so much that I never even focused on her words when she said she didn’t love me. I didn’t even care. I would be fine, even if she didn’t love me, and as long as we stayed together, for a long life. I would be fine, I thought.Now, she is here. Right before my eyes, running towards me, her lips moving, calling my name, but all sounds cease to exist. If I am dying…then what do I have to regret?I…I was really, truly happy when we da

DustinThe battlefield is eerily silent.Elita is gone.My body refuses to acknowledge what has happened. I sit there, staring at her face, willing her to wake up, to breathe, to give me any sign that she is still here.But she is not.Her heart has stopped beating. Her breathing has stopped too. Now, she is just a limp mess. My hands tremble as I reach out, brushing my fingers over her cheek. Her skin is still warm, but it won’t be for long. The mate bond inside me is silent. It’s just an empty void, like something inside me has been ripped apart, and I am left bleeding without a wound.Someone is yelling my name. Maybe it’s Levian. Maybe it’s Aleister or Tyson. I don’t care. The world can end. And I won’t be able to bring myself to care.“ Levian is gone. ” The voice drawers near. “ And the vampires have started to turn into dust. ”I continue to stare at her, ignoring the words. Why does it matter to me now? If I couldn’t even keep her alive…Why would anything else matter? Sud

AveryThe aftermath of a war is always brutal. I had only ever heard it from others. But I never experienced it in person.But now…I am a part of that aftermath.The young girl I healed is Elita Folke—the real Elita Folke. Then who was the one who laughed with us, protected us, and became a friend? Who was she? In the past week, Aleister, Striker, Tyson, Amelia, Nora, and I have tried our best to get an answer from Dustin. But nothing. He says nothing. The spark I saw in his eyes, the emotions he began to show, the unusual smile on his lips…It’s gone. Aleister said they saw Elita die while protecting him. Right before Levian left with his son. Right before all the vampires turned into dust, getting wiped off this world like they never existed. Right before the humans surrendered and became prisoners. Right before we won the war. He says…It was all her. If she had not died before all that…Then it wouldn’t have happened at all.A girl alone saved the four Kingdoms. She didn’t

ElitaThe noise of the silverware fills the room, mingling with soft conversation. The warm scent of roasted meat and honeyed bread lingers in the air. I swirl the wine in my glass, watching the deep red liquid coat the sides before taking a sip. It tastes bitter.I don’t like wine. “ So, Elita… ” Eden’s mate leans forward, an easy smile on his face. “ When are you planning on getting mated? ”Silence falls in the dining room.My fingers tighten around the glass for a moment before I place it down gently. I had dreamed of finding a mate once. Like every girl, I imagined someone whose presence would set my soul on fire, whose touch would feel like home. But that dream had died long ago.I have not found my mate even after turning twenty-eight. I am ten years late. This long time has made me lose hope in finding a mate. “ Maybe you should choose a mate of your own, sister… ” Eben suggests in a soft voice.I shrug, offering a small, unreadable smile. “I will…In fact, I plan on finding

ElitaThe world blurs as Dustin carries me inside. His arms are strong, his grip tight, as if he is terrified I will vanish the moment he lets go. My breath shudders when he reaches his bedroom. The door closes behind us with a quiet click, sealing us away from the rest of the world, leaving only him and me—our ragged breaths, our racing hearts, the heat crackling in the charged air between us.He lowers me onto the bed with a tenderness that contradicts the storm raging in his eyes. His weight presses me into the soft sheets, his body a barrier between me and the ghosts of the past. His hands tremble as they touch me, fingers hesitant yet desperate, unfastening, undoing, removing. I don’t notice anything. I just watch him, mesmerized, completely taken aback.His face has become more angular, the edges sharper. His body has become bulkier, harder. He has changed—grown older, more breathtaking. His lips find mine again, desperate, devouring, his kiss a war between fire and longing,