Chapter 67

Chapter 67:

Even five minutes.

All I wanted was to see them, to feel their warmth, to hold them close and breathe in their familiar scent one last time.

But wishing wouldn’t change anything.

Memories were all I had left of them. They were the only fragments of my past that still belonged to me, the only reminders of the love I once knew. I would cherish those moments forever, keeping them alive in my heart like an eternal flame.

Yet, disbelief crashed over me, a dreadful unease twisting in my gut.

Everything had happened so fast—too fast—like a fleeting, cruel dream I couldn’t wake from.

I still couldn’t grasp how my life had unraveled so drastically in just a matter of hours.

If someone had told me I would one day surrender myself for the sake of my pack, I would have laughed in their face.

After all the suffering, after finally reuniting with my parents, I had vowed that nothing in this world would ever tear us apart again.

But I was wrong.

The image of my mother’s terrified expression as I was dragged away was burned into my memory.

She hadn’t just looked scared—she had looked like she was watching me walk to my death.

Why?

How terrible was the Alpha King?

Aurora

LΑτєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovєl𝑆.𝗰𝑜𝗺

My mind drifted back to the first time I met him.

I couldn’t deny that something about him had stirred unexpected emotions within me, tempting me to believe he wasn’t entirely the monster he was rumored to be. But the Alpha King was unpredictable.

Who would have thought he’d let me go so easily after I had knocked into him, sending a set of dishes crashing to the ground?

Anyone else would have expected an immediate punishment, a swift and merciless consequence for my clumsiness. Instead, he had simply ordered someone to clean up the mess.

That was nothing like the terrifying ruler I had heard about.

I would never forget the moment he had intervened to ruin Nathalia’s plan of humiliating me. He had acted like a gentleman, and for that, I would always be grateful.

A strange tingling sensation spread through me as the memory of his piercing gaze resurfaced.

Despite how cold and brutal his eyes appeared, I could swear they had softened, just for a fleeting second, when they met mine.

The intensity of his stare had sent my heart into a frenzy. A part of me found it exhilarating, while another part felt unnerved by the weight of it.

But no matter how much his gaze affected me, I didn’t want him to look away.

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