Semua Bab My Mate Gave My Life-Saving Cure to His Ex: Bab 51 - Bab 59

Chapter 52The glass split with a sound like ice breaking under deep water.Caleb swore and grabbed my arm. “Back.”I did not move fast enough.The second crack ran from the top of the chamber to the floor, silver reinforcement flaring white along the edges. Nia slammed both hands against it again, not attacking us, not really. She was trying to get through the barrier because something older than language had hooked itself into her scars and pulled.“Mother,” she growled.Then softer, broken.“Mama.”The glass gave.Caleb dragged me sideways just as the center panel collapsed inward. Shards scattered across the floor. Nia stepped through them barefoot, not seeming to feel the cuts. Her eyes were gold and wild, her chest scars pulsing in time with something I could not hear but could feel in the fillings of my bones.The guards raised their weapons.“Lower them,” I snapped.One hesitated.Nia turned her head toward him.The growl that came from her throat made every wolf in the corrid

Chapter 54The core did not break.The blade sank in, met something harder than bone, and stopped.Subject Zero’s hand tightened around my wrist until pain shot up my arm. Her skin was cold, but the command moving through her was not. It burned. Not like fire. Like order. Like a voice that had forgotten words and become force.Behind me, Daniel choked.Nia still had him by the throat.I could not turn. If I looked, I would lose the angle. If I lost the angle, the command would keep pouring through Subject Zero’s preserved body into the daughter Voss had built from her pattern.“Anya!” I shouted.“I see it!” she yelled from the machine. “The core is shielded. You need to sever the silver threads first.”Of course.There were always more systems underneath the wound.Subject Zero’s other hand rose toward my face, fingers bent like claws. Her red-black eyes held nothing I could reach. No memory. No plea. Not even pain. Whatever had been Nia’s mother was buried too deep beneath command ti

Chapter 56The Red River family records arrived at dusk.Not in a neat file, not with seals and signatures, but in three mud-stained boxes carried by two exhausted riders and one elderly woman who refused to let anyone touch the smallest bundle until she saw me.Her name was Maeve Rook. She was ninety-one, half-blind in one eye, and wrapped in a patched brown coat that smelled of rain, smoke, and dried lavender. The riders looked terrified of her. That told me she had survived long enough to become dangerous in the way only old women who remembered everything could be.I was still confined to bed, which made receiving witnesses awkward and Caleb unbearable.“She can speak for ten minutes,” he told Maeve before she entered. “If she looks pale, breathes wrong, or starts asking investigative questions, you stop.”Maeve looked him up and down. “Are you her mother?”Caleb blinked. “No.”“Then I will decide how long grief takes.”I liked her immediately.Caleb did not.Daniel helped me sit

Chapter 60 The new healing oath became Silver Moon law at the first summer moon. The courtyard was full again, but this time there was no trial, no accusation, no blood on the stones. Young healers stood in gray coats beneath the silver crest. Older healers wore restored service chains. Patients came too, some scarred, some limping, some carrying children who would grow up knowing care was not ownership. I stood before them with the oath book open. Daniel stood to my right. Not because I needed him there. Because I wanted him there. Mara stood beside Alpha Rowan, arms crossed, looking impatient with ceremony and secretly moved by all of it. Elias sat in the front row with Maeve Rook, both of them arguing under their breath about whether the chairs were uncomfortable or whether they were simply too old to enjoy sitting. Nia sat in the recovery garden beyond the courtyard wall, where the noise was softer. Through the open gate, I could see her face tilted toward the sun.