Semua Bab MY TWIN ALPHA'S : Bab 71 - Bab 78

Kieran's POV The terrace air was cold against my skin, the night pressing in around us like a held breath. Nalani stood close… close enough that I could feel the faint heat radiating from her body, close enough that her trembling reached me. I held her hands cradling them between us, my thumbs brushing slow, unsteady circles over her knuckles as though I could anchor her to this moment, to me, to the fragile truth I was about to speak.She pulled back just enough to search my face, eyes wide and glistening in the half-moon light, pleading for answers I wished I didn’t have to give. Silence stretched between us… thick, unbearable, heavier than any battlefield quiet. I stared at her, words lodged in my throat like jagged stone, pain carving deeper with every heartbeat.“What?” she whispered again, voice cracking on the single word. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, tracing slow, shining paths down her cheeks as she stared back at me, unblinking, terrified. “Kieran… what

Nalani's POV The council chamber smelled of fresh cedar and old parchment, a rich, grounding scent that clung to the air like memory itself. The long oak table at the center had been polished until it gleamed, catching the midday light that poured through tall arched windows in warm, slanting beams. Dust motes drifted lazily in the golden shafts, turning the room into something almost sacred. The space had survived the war mostly intact… only one wall bore a long, jagged crack like lightning frozen in stone, now patched with pale mortar that didn’t quite match the original dark gray. The imperfection stood out, a quiet reminder that healing never made things exactly as they were before.Above the head of the table hung the banners of Halestone and Ashwood, side by side, no longer rivals snarling across borders, but brothers united.I stood at the head of the table, hands resting lightly on the carved back of the ancient chair, fingers tracing the worn grooves where countless Alphas h

Caspian's POV Months had slipped by like sand through an open fist… six, to be exact. The pack had settled back into something resembling what it used to be before the war scarred us all. Buildings that had been reduced to rubble now stood tall again, roofs patched, walls reinforced, laughter echoing through halls where screams once rang. The fields were green with new growth, children running free without the shadow of fear hanging over them. Halestone and Ashwood had merged more seamlessly than anyone could have hoped… joint patrols, shared resources, families blending across old borders.The rot in Black Moon was being purged, slowly but surely, under Stan’s watchful eye. Reports came weekly: progress, not perfection, but enough to breathe easier.The healing wasn’t just bricks and mortar. It was deeper, in the bones and hearts of our people. The wolves who had lost loved ones… mates, siblings, children… found solace in the remembrance ceremonies Nalani had instituted. We gathere

Nalani's POV The forest received me like an old grief… familiar in shape, vicious in its newness.Paws pounded earth, claws ripping through moss and root, tearing wet black soil into raw furrows that echoed the wounds inside my chest. The shift had come violently, rage and sorrow forcing fur through skin in ragged bursts. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t controlled. It was my body turning inside out in protest: flesh splitting, muscle tearing to make room for the howl trapped in my throat.The pain was bright, immediate, grounding.I welcomed it the way a drowning person welcomes salt in the lungs… proof I could still feel anything at all.Every breath burned, hot and acid, scraping my throat like swallowed glass.Every heartbeat felt like betrayal.Mine thundered on, loud and foolish and alive, slamming against ribs that suddenly felt too small, too empty.While theirs… Elian’s and Elora’s had simply… stopped.The silence where those two heartbeats should have been was deafening, a bla