Semua Bab Oh, No! The Call Boy is My Alpha Mate!: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Months had passed, yet the mornings remained devoid of peace. Even the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains could no longer brighten the atmosphere. Instead, it accentuated the shadows lingering in the corners of the room. Everything felt gray, just like the heart perpetually cloaked in clouds.Restlessness had become the mainstay of daily life. Unease resembled a faithful companion, always present. Alongside it, a sense of foreboding crept in slowly, haunting her relentlessly, refusing to leave.Cordelia was tormented, crushed by an invisible weight that continued to shackle her. Her head throbbed, filled with wild, uninvited thoughts that came pouring in without end. She had tried to fend them off, but her efforts were in vain. The anxiety was too overpowering, gripping her mind like roots burrowing ever deeper.Cordelia's breathing grew heavy. The fresh morning air had turned into a dense fog filling her lungs. It spread fear of something lurking, something unseen bu

Cordelia jumped. She couldn't contain her shock at Jaxon's firm words. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Jaxon," she murmured, shaking her head slightly. She struggled to find the right words, to convince herself that everything could still be fixed. Jaxon's firmness didn't necessarily mean the end of everything. "I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted you to meet Giselle, nothing more, nothing less, not to set you up with her."Jaxon narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Cordelia, his gaze piercing. "Is that true, Aunt?" he asked, his tone tinged with doubt. "Is it true that you only wanted to introduce us, not mate us?"Cordelia opened her mouth to reply to Jaxon's question, which felt more like an accusation. But Jaxon didn't give her a chance to defend herself."Please, Aunt. You're the person I trust the most in this world. So don't lie to me," Jaxon continued, frustration evident in his voice. His eyes were full of emotion. "I'm not stupid, Aunt. I can sense your intentions, y

The rain began to fall as the car drove through the gates of Zyranos Palace. At first it was just a light drizzle, but it only took a few moments for it to turn into a torrent, pouring down in an irregular rhythm.Raindrops hit the car windows; their sound sharp yet like a low whisper that lingered endlessly in Emory's ears. The sound felt distant, so far away, as if muffled behind the thick layers of her chaotic thoughts.The downpour intensified, forcing the windscreen wipers to work harder to maintain a clear view of the road. Unfortunately for Emory, the world beyond the glass looked like a washed-out painting—blurred, formless and as uncertain as what lay ahead. Emory sat in the passenger seat, her hands clutching the edge of her cloak. She hoped the fabric would provide some warmth against the biting cold. But it was all in vain, for the chill she felt came not from the rain or the night air, but from deep within. It clung to her chest like an icy knot, slowly tightening and ma

The night felt eternal in its chill. Time seemed frozen, while the wind carried faint whispers, an endless echo of fragmented thoughts swirling in Emory's mind."Will you be my Luna, Emory?"The question pierced them, slipping into an endless loop. It gripped Emory's emotions tightly, creating a turmoil she could not suppress. It wasn't just a string of words; it was a promise, a hope, and a shadow of doom all intertwined in a single breath.Emory was trapped, powerless. All she could do was close her eyes and wish the memory would fade, if only for a moment.Unfortunately, the harder Emory tried to banish the memory, the more Jaxon's presence invaded her mind. Every word, every hope he uttered echoed incessantly, leaving her utterly defenceless."I know this isn't easy for you, but I promise you, Emory. I will protect you and look after you. I won't let anyone from the Gardeno Pack hurt you. I swear it. Now, please."Jaxon's hoarse voice, filled with deep hope, haunted Emory. It felt

It was not a good morning for Myles. The success he had anticipated, envisioned throughout the night, vanished like sunlight erasing darkness. The carefully crafted plan he had meticulously prepared had failed."How could my plan fail?" Myles kept asking himself as he paced his room. Confusion was written all over his face. "How is this even possible?"The more Myles thought about it, the more perplexed he became. He was sure that there had been no mistakes in the plan. And yet reality refused to conform to his expectations. In the end, Jaxon's death, which he had so desperately desired, remained a dream. The war he had envisioned would never come to pass.Myles' steps quickened, his movements restless, as if the room were closing in on him. His mind retraced every detail, every step he had carefully calculated. He was utterly convinced that there had been no oversight, no mistake. "Then where did it go wrong?"For some time, Myles had been secretly observing Emory's breakfast habits.