Semua Bab Haunted by the Mysterious Alpha: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Calix’s POV. My convoy pulled up in front of the castle. I alighted from my carriage and strode inside the mansion. Amidst the worried glances and bows of my staff, I hurried up the grand stairs and arrived at the threshold of my chamber, meeting the door wide open. There Emily lay on the bed shivering, despite the heavy blankets wrapped around her. Beads of sweat clung to her flushed skin, and her breathing was shallow, uneven. Leia sat beside her, pressing a damp cloth to her forehead, her face drawn with worry. “What happened?” I demanded, striding toward them. Leia looked up, her eyes filled with unease. “Her fever spiked the moment you left. I-I thought it was something I could manage but it's only getting worse.” I reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from my mate’s forehead. Her skin was burning hot, her eyes shut as she whimpered. The sight of her like this sent a stab of fear through my chest. “Get Mr. Petecin!” I instructed, glancing at Han standing at

Leia’s POV. Six hours have passed since Randolph and I left Calix’s chamber. I couldn't shake off the feeling something was amiss. “Relax, my love. Calix has it all figured out,” Randolph soothed, taking another scoop of his pottage. We were in our chamber. We were eating—was it lunch or breakfast? It’s difficult to tell with all the storm still raging outside. “I can’t shake off the feeling something is off,” I muttered, twirling my spoon between my fingers. “You’ve barely touched your food,” Randolph reminded, his gaze flickering to the untouched bowl of pottage sitting in front of me. “I will eat. But I need to be sure Calix and Emily are okay.” Randolph sighed and lowered his cutlery to the table. “If I go to their chamber and confirm that all is well. You will eat your food, promise?” I nodded, a slight relief surging through me. “Yes.” I watched the father of my unborn child step away from the table and strode out of the room. Time stretched, seconds turn

Emily’s POV. For the past weeks, my soul has wandered in this unknown land, trapped by the spell of the witch. Over here it was dark, cold, and malevolent. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been chased by strange creatures, monsters with only bones and shadows. My throat burned from thirst, my stomach churning from starvation. But none bothered me, like the chains binding my hands together. This was the reason I would always run upon sighting the monsters—because with my hands bonded, I stood no chance against them…like now. The grounds began to vibrate, and then split open. A shrilling cry broke out in the atmosphere. My heart pounded in my ears, adrenaline coursing through my veins. A massive clawed hand shot out from the fissure. Then another. As I expected, a bone and shadow creature emerged, screeching as it hauled itself from the abyss. My eyes widening in sheer horror, my feet buckled before my mind could catch up. I ran through the dark, desolate land, m

Emily’s POV. “My wolf?” My lips quivered as the question tumbled from my lips. It sounded too good to be true—perhaps, it was just a figment of my imagination. But the voice came again. “Yes, it's me, your wolf. Please don't freak out.” I was already on the verge of freaking out. I couldn't believe it— I was finally meeting my wolf. “My wolf? What’s your name?” I stuttered. “My name is Rehya.” Rehya. The name felt familiar, as if it had always been a part of me, waiting in the shadows for the right moment to be spoken aloud. I let it settle on my tongue, tasting its weight, its meaning. “Rehya,” I whispered, rising to my feet. A warmth spread through me, wrapping around my heart like a long-lost embrace. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft. “I’m here now, Emily. We’re whole now, never to be separated again.” Tears pricked my eyes, but I swallowed them back, forcing myself to focus. “How are you here? Didn’t the witch mention locking you away? She chuckled—a laughter

Emily’s POV. The royal seamstress circled me for the umpteenth time as she put the finishing touches to my gown. Not just any gown, but ‘D gown’ for my Luna ceremony, slated to take place in five days. Calix announced the date for the ceremony during dinner last night. About last night— Well, last night was incredible. Calix had carried me into the washroom, gently lowered me back to my feet, and prepared our bathwater. A slight shiver did course down my spine upon realizing that it was going to be our first bath together. After preparing the bathwater, Calix peeled off his clothes and bless my eyes! My hungry gaze had drifted lower, following his hands as he peeled off his breeches and tossed it in the laundry basket. My breath lodged in my throat as I took in the strength coiled between his thighs. A sardonic smile lit up his face as he caught me looking. “You know, if you wanted a better view, you just had to ask, bella,” he said, and heat rushed to my face. I immedi