Lahat ng Kabanata ng Arianna's Fate: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Kael’s POV “Alpha,” Elder Myrha warned, her voice dripping with venom. “This will come at a cost.” “I’m willing to pay it,” I growled, my eyes never leaving Arianna, the fire crackling between us. “No, Kael, you can't take the risk of stopping the sacrifice.” Arianna’s voice came soft but insistent, filled with fear as she grabbed my wrist. “You’re not thinking clearly.” Her fingers trembled around my arm, her touch a whisper of a plea, as if she knew what I was about to do would fracture everything. But her words barely pierced the storm building inside me. The ritual had gone too far. The elders had gone too far. And I wasn’t going to stand by and let her be consumed by their damn flames. “You don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head, my voice low, but there was no mistaking the force behind it. “I won’t let them take you.” Arianna tried to step back, her grip loosening as if she feared the storm rising within me. Her gaze flickered to the elders, then to the flames, and

Arianna's POV The coldness of the floor beneath me seeped through the thin fabric of my clothes, but I didn’t care. It was the only thing that kept me grounded. I curled tighter, my arms wrapped around my knees as I sobbed, the tears flowing freely down my face like an endless river. I wanted to scream, to yell at the world for being so unfair. But no sound escaped my lips. Instead, I let the heavy silence surround me, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside. The ritual had been everything. Everything I had been waiting for, everything I had worked for. And now... now it was gone. It was as if someone had stolen the very ground I stood on, and I was left with nothing but this aching emptiness. Alpha Kael had canceled the ritual, and for what? To keep his precious little secret intact, to keep his own hidden fears and insecurities safe. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was the lie. The lie someone had spread about me being sick—sick enough to not be able to com

Kael’s POVThe door slammed shut behind her with a finality that echoed through the room. I didn’t move, didn’t breathe. My mind was still reeling, struggling to process what had just happened—what she had just said. I could still feel her fingers on my chest, her breath in my ear, and worse, the taste of her lips on mine.What the hell was wrong with me?She’d come in like a storm, twisting everything in her wake, pushing me to the brink. I should’ve pushed her away. I should’ve thrown her out and told her to get lost. But instead, I stood there, letting her take the whiskey from my hands, letting her manipulate me like I was some helpless fool.But the worst part? The worst part was that I wanted her.She had said everything she knew would hurt the most—every word calculated to break me, to twist the knife deeper. And damn it, it worked. Arianna kissing Dorian? The thought alone made my stomach churn. I had seen the way she looked at him, the way their gazes lingered longer than the

Alexander's POVI stood there, watching as my sister crawled on the cold, unforgiving floor, begging for attention like some discarded thing. Every instinct I had screamed to protect her, to shield her from the pain that Alpha Kael had so cruelly caused. My heart pounded with a fury that made my hands shake, and the rage coursing through me was like fire, hot and consuming."Arianna, get the fuck up from the floor!" I barked, my voice harsh, more from anger than anything else. I couldn’t stand it. I grabbed her arms, yanking her to her feet, dragging her along as her small frame felt too fragile under my touch. I could feel the tremor in her body, the weight of her sorrow sinking deep into my own chest.Each step I took, I could feel my blood boiling. Kael had humiliated her in front of everyone, and I wanted nothing more than to knock the smug look off his face. But I knew I had no right to do that—not yet. My anger made everything else blur around me, and all I wanted to do was make

Kael’s POVThe flicker of candlelight danced across the grand hall, casting long shadows against the stone walls, and the air hummed with the soft sound of clinking glasses and whispered gossip. The ballroom was in full swing, a swirl of elegance and mystery, yet my thoughts were far from the opulent revelry surrounding me.I stepped into the hall with the same confidences that I always did—untouchable, an enigma wrapped in a suit as dark as the storm I carried inside. My eyes quickly found her. She was there, across the room, her figure a soft silhouette in a sea of strangers.Her gaze was intent, searching, moving with purpose even as the crowd tried to distract her. I’d known the moment I saw her that she wasn’t here to enjoy the music or the wine. No, she had her own agenda. But whatever it was, I knew I wasn’t going to stand in her way. She was searching for something—someone—but I couldn’t tell if it was for me or against me. And frankly, I didn’t care. At least not right now.W