Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 478: Alina!! [Part-4]

Alina!! [Part-4]

Then, the change started.

The first to stir was her hair. It was those short, rough gray strands that quivered as if from a long slumber. They lengthened, weaving down her neck like ribbons of silk, shimmering as they caught the dim light. The dull, uncertain silver turned to soft, iridescent pink-alive and warm, each strand reflecting tiny shades of rose and gold. It spilled past her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone like a sigh made visible.

Leon’s companions just stared at her: Nova, Captain Black, Ronan, and even the stoic Vice-Captain John. Nobody dared breathe too loudly, lest the moment break. The soldier before them wasn’t just changing-she was becoming something else altogether. Her strength didn’t fade, and her authority didn’t waver, but under that commanding presence unfolded a quiet, magnetic beauty that drew every gaze and held it captive.

The years melted from her skin, it seemed, as if Time itself had stepped aside. Faint scars and hardened lines of battle dissolved into smoothness, aglow in the flickering light. Every muscle that spoke of fatigue and strain once now flowed into serene grace. Her skin was tinged with the tender blush of living warmth, almost otherworldly.

Then her eyes lifted. Once dull with exhaustion, they now gleamed like polished crystal—pink and vivid, sharp with awareness and depth. The spark in them wasn’t just life; it was a kind of awakening. Her lips, once pressed thin from years of command, curved into a soft knowing smile—gentle yet impossibly confident.

It was breathtaking, unreal in its perfection, so human it hurt to look away.

The woman who stood before them wasn’t just reborn; she was unveiled, stripped of illusion and hesitation. Light seemed to bend around her, as if even the air knew she was back.

Leon’s lips parted, caught between command and awe. Nova’s green eyes shimmered, her breath trembling in her chest, and even the hardened soldiers of Vellore couldn’t look away. Every one of them felt it—the weight of that transformation. Power no longer hidden, but alive and undeniable.

Alina’s gaze locked on herself, the vivid clarity in their eyes making her stare in wonder. Her breath hitched; her fingers shook. It wasn’t shame that made her feel this way-it was exposure in its purest form. She stood there, raw and unguarded, as if the world finally saw her for what she truly was-vulnerable yet invincible.

A frown creased her brow as she noticed every gaze fixed on her. "W–What... what have you done?" Her voice was tight, uncertain. "Why are they all staring at me?"

Leon’s eyes softened. That steadfast warmth in him, that quiet authority that never needed to shout, reached her before his words did. He took a slow breath and said softly, "First... breathe. Adjust. You’re yourself now. No masks, no armor, no pretense.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment around her. She released a shaky breath as the tension eased off her shoulders. A soft, bewildered laugh escaped her lips—half relief, half disbelief. "I. okay," she whispered, her voice husky, small yet alive. "But. you really knew? You saw through all of it? Tell me, Leon. how did you know?"

He tilted his head, the gold of his eyes roaming over her—the quiet strength beneath her beauty, the truth that had always lain behind her false face. His voice dropped to something low and sure.

"Yes," he said in a quiet tone, his voice calm but steadfast. "I knew. From the beginning. It took time, but truth doesn’t stay buried forever. Even in disguise. it finds a way to show itself."

Alina turned sharply. Her gaze locked onto him, scanning every detail in his still face, the faint movement of his golden eyes, the unreadable patience in his expression. She studied him as if she was trying to peel back the layers of a mystery he refused to explain. For a moment, the air between them seemed to tighten, heavy with unspoken words.

Her breath caught, and then she exhaled, slow, as if in surrender to something inevitable. A soft bloom of color spread across her cheeks, half embarrassment, half relief. When she lifted her gaze again, it was different. There was gentleness there now, yes, but also a quiet pride, a kind of strength that came not from armor or command, but simply from being seen for who she was.

Her transformation had stilled. Leon and everyone around could finally take in her true form. Alina stood tall, the faint softness in her figure doing little for the authority she carried. The curve of her chest, the taper of her waist, the poise in her stance-all flowed together with the natural grace of someone born to lead and fight. Her hair was long now and pink as the dawn, shimmering faintly as it fell over her shoulder. There was power in her presence, but this time, it wasn’t cold or distant. It was alive-radiant, commanding, and breathtakingly human.

The silence in the courtyard grew complete, as if even the wind held its breath. Soldiers hardened by years of battle could do nothing but stare, their faces reflecting stunned disbelief and reverence in equal measure. Ronan’s jaw clenched, his eyes darting sideways to Nova, who stood stock-still, divided between marveling and not believing what she was seeing. Captain Black and Vice-Captain John exchanged a wordless glance-part confusion, part admiration-end

Alina’s fingers lifted instinctively to brush her new hair back from her shoulders. The strands glowed faintly as they slipped between her fingers. She looked down at herself once, then back to Leon—eyes searching, questioning, maybe even pleading for a response she couldn’t quite put into words.

Leon’s face softened. He let out a long, hushed sigh, as if something deep inside him had finally found a place to rest. His eyes lingered on her-not in accusation but in a reserved understanding.

"You..." His voice fell low, sincere and quiet, carrying something in it that felt almost too real for this moment. "You are remarkable. And yet, still the same.

He paused; his tone softened, a faint, fleeting smile touching his lips. "That... is who you truly are."

Alina’s brow creased, her lips parting slightly as if the words had reached somewhere deeper than she wanted them to.

Leon’s gaze didn’t flinch. His eyes took on an even gentler tone, his voice steady, and yet warm. "Yes. And now... we move forward. Together. But first." His eyes did a slow sweep of her, not dominance, but certainty-the kind of look that stripped away pretenses. "Tell me again," he said softly, "your final condition. Can you negotiate it?"

Alina’s lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes narrowed with that quiet, unshakable determination she wore like armor. She drew in a slow breath-the kind which steadies more than lungs, it steadies resolve. The subsequent silence was heavy and alive.

The night itself seemed to listen around them. Shadows rippled faintly across the courtyard; the faint scent of ash still clung to the air, mixing with something rawer-something human.

Leon’s companions remained in place, exhaling a common moment of disbelief and relief. Even the battle-hardened Vellore soldiers held their ground. Th ey watched in silence, mesmerized as though they had just witnessed the end of one era and the fragile birth of another.

Nova’s breath caught; her eyes shone bright with wonder. There was something sacred in the way the two stood: two forces stripped bare, bound not by duty or title, but by something unspoken and real.

And then... silence.

The wind veered, and the acrid smell of fire and steel still clung. Smoke curled softly in the air, whispering ghosts of battle just past. The night, heavy a moment before with struggle and anger, now simply... breathed.