Semua Bab The Vampire's deathmarked lycan : Bab 11 - Bab 18

Alina Pov: We stepped out of the car, and a cold wind greeted us. The forest around us was still, too still. I looked up—the sky was overcast, but not in a way that meant rain. It just felt... heavy. Like the world knew something bad was about to happen.Valerian stood ahead of us, eyes on the cave entrance that was hidden between the trees and wrapped in thick vines. It looked ancient, untouched for years.He hadn’t explained much earlier—just walked into my room without knocking and said, “Get ready. We’re leaving in five minutes.”I didn’t know what he was up to when we arrived at the house, all he told me was that it belonged to him and they did since operations there“We’re going in,” Valerian said quietly. “There are undead inside, vampires, werewolves" he said stressing the last word looking at me "Be ready.”I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t going to make a fuss about killing the werewolves. It still hurt, somewhere deep inside. But putting them down was mercy at this point. They wer

Alina’s POVMy eyes fluttered open, settling on the familiar ceiling of the room I’d been given. The sunlight spilling through the window told me it was already late—well past noon. Groaning, I sat up and dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face as flashes of last night came back in pieces. The cave. The venom. And yet... I was still alive.How?I left the room and padded downstairs. The five people traveling with us were already gathered around a table, the quiet buzz of conversation filling the space.“And here comes our sleeping beauty,” one of the guys—red-haired and grinning—called out, drawing everyone's attention. They all turned and gave me warm, surprisingly friendly smiles.“How about we finally do introductions?” the redhead continued. “I’m Ryan. You already know Refeal. This is Xavier,” he said, nodding toward a guy with a slender build and striking purple eyes. “That’s Rory”—he gestured to the large, broad-shouldered one—“and this one here is Lucian

Alina’s POV:I slammed the door behind me and collapsed face-first onto the bed, muffling a scream into the mattress. My heart was still racing. My skin, still warm. I hated that he had that kind of effect on me—that I’d lost control in that café and nearly...“Kaia,” I whispered. “What the fuck was that?”What was what? Kaia asked, feigning innocence. Her voice was smug and taunting, the kind that gave me goosebumps.You were releasing your sex appeal, I bit back, my voice sharper than I meant.I want my mate, Kaia hisses, How could I control myself when he was sitting right in front of me?I felt anger boil in my chest the longer I listened to her.You— Also, don’t say "you." Kaia interrupts cutting me off before I even formed my sentence. That would be putting all the blame on me when you wanted him too.I almost jumped on a stranger. I stressed the stranger part in case she wasn't getting itYou’re bonded, Kaia replied gently. Your body is reacting to the mark—and to him. That’s

Alina By the time I got back, my arms were burning, my feet felt like they’d been beaten with hammers, and I was convinced shopping was a beautifully-wrapped form of psychological warfare—glittery bags, overpriced shoes, and crowds that moved like a tidal wave. And yet, somehow… it was amazing. I’d never seen that many people in one place, all buzzing with energy as they swarmed from one shop to another like it was their life’s mission.When Creys had first suggested it, I’d imagined a dozen possible scenarios. None of them matched reality. It had been louder, crazier, more dazzling—and yes, exhausting. But not the kind that made you regret it. This was the kind that settled into your bones like a reminder: you’re alive. Next time, I’d just have to be more prepared. Because there would definitely be a next time. After dumping the bags in my room, I dragged my aching body down the stairs, heading straight for the kitchen. My throat was dry, my lips chapped—I needed water like I neede