Chapter 147 Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Chapter 147
Rose’s pov

I immediately threw myself between Simon and Arman, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it might rattle out of my chest. I knew Arman would kill him for blowing that whistle—there was a murderous gleam in his eyes that made my stomach twist.

It didn’t take even a minute before I heard the thundering rush of footsteps—guards scrambling up the staircase, boots hammering through the passageways, closing in on us.

“Go! Leave here before they get up here!” I urged, my voice trembling. Arman stood tall, shoulders squared, looking like he was ready to take on an entire army single-handedly.

“I am not leaving without Kavian,” he snapped, determination burning through him.

“You will be no good for your brother if you’re also caught,” I pleaded. “Please—just go!”

For a heavy moment, he hesitated. Then thankfully, he listened and moved toward the window to escape—

—but Simon suddenly lunged at him from behind, wrapping both arms around him in a desperate chokehold.

“Here! I have him! I’ve caught him!” he screamed, voice cracking with panic and triumph.

“What are you doing?! Let go of him!” I shouted, but Simon clung to him as though his entire life depended on it, still yelling for backup.

And then the guards—pack warriors—flooded into view, racing straight for my door.

Before they could reach him, Arman slammed the back of his head into Simon’s face with a sickening, bloody crack. Simon dropped instantly, clutching his face and groaning in agony. But the moment Arman broke free, the room erupted.

Dozens of warriors stormed in. My room was large, but suddenly it felt suffocatingly small as bodies packed into every space. They surged at Arman from every angle, trying to overwhelm him with sheer numbers—but his strength was something else entirely. Even trapped in close quarters, outnumbered, he moved with lethal precision, striking with bone-shaking force and terrifying skill.

My pack warriors weren’t relenting. More and more of them pushed into the room, desperate to bring him down. At one point four men managed to grab onto him, pinning his arms while the others punched and kicked at him. Still, Arman fought like he refused to fall.

I should have moved. I should have helped. But I stood frozen, shock rooting my feet to the floor.

Then—like a gust of wind slashing through the chaos—Roshan and Shirin burst in through the window.

Their arrival changed everything.

They didn’t hesitate. They launched themselves into the fray, tearing guards away from Arman with terrifying ferocity. I actually watched Roshan rip a man’s arm clean off right before my eyes. Their attacks were savage, deadly—nothing like the restrained fighting of my pack warriors. The three brothers were like lions cornered by a horde of hyenas, and they fought with a desperate, feral grace.

But even with how devastating they were… I knew they couldn’t keep this up forever. They couldn’t fight the entire pack, not alone.

And then my father appeared—alongside his beta, Marcel, Damian, Tristan, and my aunt—followed by even more warriors, all ready to attack.

My heart dropped.

My family and my mates… preparing to slaughter each other.

I didn’t want either side hurt. I didn’t want anyone hurt.

And it seemed my mates finally realized the same thing. Perhaps they felt the tide shifting, or maybe they didn’t want to spill blood from my direct family. Either way, they pulled back, retreating swiftly toward the window they had entered from.

“After them! Don’t let them escape!” my father roared.

After about fifteen minutes or so, the guards returned with my father, and from my window I could both see and hear them talking about how my mates had escaped. Relief washed through me so sharply my knees almost buckled—they weren’t caught. They were alive.

My father looked up toward my window with a deep frown, as if he could somehow read the thoughts swirling through my head. Then he barked an order for the men to stay on guard. It seems he was expecting my mates to return.

I watched him walk back into the building while several guards positioned themselves directly beneath my window like watchful shadows.

My room was a disaster—furniture overturned and shattered, blood smeared across the floor, even body parts scattered like something out of a nightmare. There was no way I could sleep here tonight. Honestly, I doubted I could sleep at all after everything that had happened… especially with Kavian still locked in that dungeon.

I stepped out of my room, and immediately another guard—the one replacing injured Simon—fell in behind me. He followed so closely I could feel his presence at my back, like I was some criminal being monitored.

I ignored him and walked straight to my aunty's room, and just as I reached her door, she stepped out.

“Aunty Vivian,” I called softly. She turned, and I quickened my steps toward her. “Please… we need to talk.”

“Well, I’m heading to the pack clinic to check on the injured,” she said, adjusting her robe, “but I suppose we can talk for a few minutes.”

“Oh.” My voice came out small.

“So, what do you want to discuss?” she asked.

“Privately, please,” I said in a low tone.

She understood immediately and looked at the guard shadowing me.

“I will be relieving you of your duty for now,” she said with a gentle smile.

“But the alpha said—” he began, but she cut him off smoothly.

“Don’t worry yourself about the alpha. I will handle that,” she said with quiet authority.

The guard hesitated, then finally walked away.

The moment we were alone, the words tumbled out of me.

“Please, you have to help me talk to Father. He’s making a big mistake. He can’t keep Kavian locked up in there.”

My aunty stepped slightly back from me, her expression grave. “I’m sorry, child, but I support your father on this. Kavian and his brothers cannot be trusted.”

“Kavian is the reason we’re alive today,” I said firmly.

She blinked. “Pardon?”

“Yes,” I insisted, and I repeated everything Arman had told me—every detail. By the end, I could see her trying to process it all, her eyes clouded with thought.

“Kavian might have done many bad, terrible things in the past,” I said softly, “but there is no denying he loves me. And he loves this pack now. He went against his father’s orders for my sake—for all of us. Shouldn’t we be judged by our present and not our past? Doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?”

“So what do you want me to do?” she asked, her brows lifting slightly.

“Please… talk to Father for me. Reason with him. Make him understand Kavian isn’t the enemy. He listens to you.”

“I understand you don’t want the one you love suffering in captivity,” she said gently, “but your father is in a very angry state right now. I doubt talking to him tonight will help. It’s best to let him calm down first. Any talking should happen tomorrow.”

“So Kavian will sleep in that terrible place tonight?” I whispered, already imagining him in that dark, filthy cell. The guilt twisted painfully in my chest.

“He is tough. I’m sure he can handle one night in a cell,” she said, trying to lighten the weight of it.

“Okay… but can I at least see him? Father won’t allow me to see him.” Sadness tugged heavily at my voice, though hope lingered faintly in it.

She sighed. “Alright. I think I can make that happen. But your father must not know about this.”

“Thank you—thank you!” I cried, rushing forward and hugging her tightly.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. Do you want to squeeze me to death?” she teased, patting my back.

“Sorry,” I muttered, stepping away.

“It’s alright. But you’ll have to wait until I get back from the clinic.”

“Well… I would love to join you there,” I said softly.

“Alright then. Let’s go,” she said, and I followed her.

The clinic looked like the aftermath of a war—beds filled, healers rushing, groans echoing from every corner.

“It’s hard to believe only three men were responsible for all this,” my aunty murmured, disbelief and concern in her voice.

I felt pity for the injured… but my mates truly had no choice.

When we finished at the clinic, we returned to the pack house, and keeping her promise, my aunty quietly snuck me into the dungeon without Father’s knowledge.

With the torch burning hot against my palm, I approached Kavian’s cell.

“Rosemary,” he breathed when he saw me, his voice low but filled with something that clenched my heart.

“Kavian…” I rushed toward the bars, but he quickly lifted a hand.

“Don’t touch the bars. They’re coated with wolfsbane,” he warned sharply.

I froze immediately, but still moved as close as I safely could. Every part of me ached to hold him.

“How are you doing? Are you alright?” I asked, my voice cracking.

He shook his head slowly. “No. I need to leave here… or else everyone will die.”