Chapter 92

As my eyes scanned the handwritten words, I felt a connection to a narrative that had unfolded over time, leaving its mark on the pages.

"If you're reading this book," I began reading aloud, my voice a steady cadence in the room, "then it's because Alpha Draxler betrayed or killed me. There aren't many contents in it; it's mostly about the incident that happened 12 years ago."

The weight of those words hung in the air, creating a somber atmosphere that permeated the room. The mention of betrayal and death, woven into the simple declaration, cast a shadow over our gathering. A glance at Fernanda revealed a pallor on her face, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and anticipation. Subtly, she gestured for me to continue reading, and I obliged, compelled to unravel the layers of the narrative.

"As I recount the incident," I read on, "I hope it sheds light on the motivations and alliances that led to this moment. The truth, though painful, must be known."

The gravity of those words settle