Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

(Sofia’s POV – Past Life)The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting silver light over the castle walls. The air was still, too still, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Something was wrong.I could feel it in my bones.The halls of the palace, once warm and alive with laughter, felt hollow. My footsteps echoed against the marble floors, my long gown trailing behind me as I walked.I was supposed to be in my chambers, preparing for the future that had been laid out for me since birth.A Luna by blood, a princess by duty.Betrothed to a man I had grown up beside—Jake.A match made for the strength of our pack. A union of power, security.And yet, even as I wore the silk robes of a bride-to-be, my heart was restless. Something felt wrong.Then the first scream tore through the night.I froze.Then another.And another.The sound of swords clashing, walls breaking, the scent of blood flooding the halls.A guard rushed toward me, his chest heaving. "Princess, you must leave! The

(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)The walls of the penthouse felt too tight.Like the air had been sucked out, leaving nothing but the weight of silence.Damien was gone.And I wasn’t supposed to remember.I paced the room, rage coiling beneath my skin.Beta’s words echoed in my mind."You’re not supposed to remember."What the hell did that mean?I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration building with every second.No.I wasn’t just going to sit here and wait for answers to fall into my lap.If Damien wasn’t here, then I’d find someone who would tell me the truth.I grabbed my keys and stormed toward the door.The moment I stepped outside, the crisp evening air hit me.But I barely noticed.Because my mind was too loud, too frantic.I slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.Beta wasn’t going to talk?Fine.I had other ways to get information.I pressed my foot against the gas, speeding through the city.Every streetlight blurred past, but my

(Sofia’s POV – Present Day)The world tilted.Pain pulsed through my ribs, my breathing ragged and uneven. Blood soaked through my shirt, warm and sticky against my skin.But none of that mattered.Because he was here.Jake.Standing just beyond the rogues, his sharp grin exactly the same as I remembered.Except… something was different.His eyes held something colder, darker.Like he had been waiting for this moment.I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand straighter. “You have got to be kidding me.”Jake chuckled. Unbothered. Relaxed. Like we were old friends catching up.“Come on, princess,” he mused, stepping forward. “Is that really how you greet an old lover?”The rogue wolves shifted uneasily, eyes darting between us.I narrowed mine, my grip tightening around my knife. “You’re not my lover, Jake. You never were.”His grin widened. “That’s not what your body used to say.”Rage burned through me.But I didn’t let it show.I didn’t let him win.Instead, I laughed. Sharp. Cold

(Damien’s POV – Present Day)I held her like I’d never get the chance again.Sofia's blood clung to her clothes, her skin warm but trembling. I could feel her heartbeat—uneven, weak.Still alive. But she was fading.I swept her into my arms without a word.My pack moved around us in silence, handling the rogues. Jake was unconscious, breathing but barely. I didn’t care.I only cared about her.“Clear the road,” I ordered, voice like gravel. “We’re heading home.”Ethan nodded and took point while Jaxon got the SUV ready.I placed Sofia gently inside, climbing in beside her, refusing to let her go. She leaned against me, her head resting on my chest, eyes heavy-lidded.“I’m fine,” she whispered, voice faint.“No, you’re not.” I kissed the top of her head. “But you will be.”I didn’t know if I was promising her or myself.---Back at the penthouse, I carried her in like she weighed nothing.The lights were low, the air warm. Familiar.Home.I sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in f

(Sofia’s POV – The Dream World / Past Memory)The air smelled like lilacs.Soft petals danced in the breeze as sunlight poured through the trees, warm and golden. I stood barefoot in the grass, staring at the massive estate I once called home. The windows gleamed, the stone walls stretched tall and proud, wrapped in ivy.It was beautiful. Too perfect.And completely wrong.Because this place—this memory—was gone.I blinked, looking down at my hands. They were smaller, more delicate. I was younger here. No battle scars, no marks of pain or loss.Just… a girl.A daughter.A forgotten Luna in waiting.“Sofia!”I turned, heart skipping, and saw them—my siblings—running across the lawn.Mira, the youngest, giggled as she chased after our brother, Orin. He was always faster, always daring her to keep up.And behind them, a taller figure—Mother.Not the ghost I’d seen in visions, but her, alive and glowing, her silver-white hair braided down her back, eyes sharp and proud.“Come on!” Mira sh