Semua Bab Mates at War: A Battle of Hearts : Bab 51 - Bab 60

JadeThe glass felt cold in my hand as I stared at the small, unassuming pill resting on my palm. It was ridiculous, really—how something so tiny could carry the weight of my hope, my fear, my desperation. I closed my eyes, whispered a silent prayer, and swallowed it down with a long gulp of water.The clink of the glass hitting the counter was louder than I intended, and I froze, heart racing as I heard the soft creak of footsteps behind me.“Jade? What are you doing?”My mother’s voice was curious but laced with concern. I spun around too quickly, nearly knocking the glass over. Her sharp green eyes were on me, flicking from the empty glass to my face.“Nothing,” I said, too fast, too defensive.She raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in that way they did when she was about to pry. “You sure? You look like a kid caught stealing cookies.”I forced a laugh, waving her off. “It’s nothing, Mum. Just thirsty.”Her gaze lingered on me, searching for cracks in my story, but I changed the

Darius The moonlight was faint, an ominous promise of what was to come tonight, but my thoughts were only of Jade when I woke up. My hand instinctively reached out for her, only to find cold sheets. She wasn’t there.I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my face. Through our bond, I could feel her emotions—a mix of fear and sorrow. Her voice reached me through the mindlink, soft but firm. “I’ll see you later, Darius.” That was all she said. She didn’t want to say goodbye, and I didn’t push her.I knew why. She feared this was our last day together, that this fight against Rowon would be my last. But she was wrong.I wasn’t dying today.I stood, stretching, the tension in my shoulders easing with the crack of my bones. Rowon’s arrogance would be his undoing. He thought his Beta blood gave him an edge, but he had no idea of the power I carried within me. My strength wasn’t just physical—it was the culmination of relentless training and the heritage of my master, Liliana’s father, a direct d

I stood there, trembling with rage, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. How dare she? How dare Kassandra beg for that pathetic excuse of a man’s life? Rowon didn’t deserve mercy. He didn’t deserve anything but the sharp end of Darius’s claws down his throat. But what made my blood boil wasn’t her desperate pleas—it was the audacity of her standing there, pretending to be a mother, clutching a baby when she had abandoned her own child for money. Hypocrite.I glared at her, my voice venomous as I hissed, "Darius, don’t listen to her. Finish him off. Or else we’ll both regret it one day.”The baby in her arms wailed suddenly, the sound cutting through my cold heart for a second. It was loud, desperate, almost as if it knew what I was asking. My lips curled into a bitter smirk. Trust me, kid, I’m doing you a favour.Darius turned to me, his eyes weary. “Can you hear that cry, Jade? Just imagine—our baby.”His words stopped me cold. Our baby? My breath hitched, bu

JadeThe moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver light on the quiet street as I stood at the front of Darius’s house, my heart pounding harder with each second. I rubbed my palms together, biting my lower lip, my gaze fixed on the heavy wooden door.The same door I couldn’t bring myself to knock on.I paced back and forth, my boots crunching softly against the gravel path. Every time I lifted my hand to knock, I froze, imagining his mother’s face—cold and unyielding, her sharp words slicing through me like shards of ice. She hated me. She always had and never once tried to hide. I knew she’d spit venom the moment she saw me standing here, especially after our last unpleasant conversation.But Darius… I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. I needed to see him. I needed to tell him how sorry I was for pushing him away and for not understanding his reasons in the moment. I wanted to tell him that I loved him—that I chose him, no matter what.I didn’t move. Minutes turne

Jade The hot water cascaded over my skin, washing away the blood and dirt that seemed to cling to my soul after today’s events. My mind swirled with thoughts of the warrior, his trembling hands, his desperate words. He’d been an orphan. No one had even noticed he was gone.My nails dug into my palms as I scrubbed my skin harder, as if I could erase the sight of his lifeless body. I owe him, I thought fiercely. I owe him justice. And then there was that letter—Alpha Jericho’s audacious demand. My scoff echoed against the bathroom tiles as I thought about it. His fifth wife? How dare he? He would pay dearly.Wrapping a towel around myself, I stepped out quickly and dressed. I couldn’t let the madness consume me. I needed a plan—a smarter, more calculated way to fight back.I had a plan—a risky one.When I entered the living room, the sound of low voices reached me. My father and Darius sat on the worn leather couch, deep in conversation. Their faces were grim, shadows cast across them