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CHAPTER125- THE COST OF KEEPING.

Penulis: Nathaniel
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The world breathed, and then it wept. Not with sorrow, but with release—as if time itself had been holding its breath and could now finally exhale. Elthara felt it in her bones, in the marrow of memory, in the ache behind her eyes. The name she had spoken—her mother’s name, reborn through her voice—wrapped itself around the air like a hymn. But something had shifted. Not in the world alone… but within her.

The thread she had touched now tethered itself to her chest, pulsing with a rhythm that wasn’t hers alone. She staggered, her knees nearly buckling under the weight of it. It wasn’t pain. It was presence. Her mother—this version, this echo, this possibility—had become more than memory. She was here, and the door behind her was no longer open. It had sealed shut the moment the name passed Elthara’s lips.

“Do you feel that?” her mother asked, voice low and reverent. “This is what remembrance costs. Not death. Not rebirth. But binding. You did not summon me, Elthara. You created me.” T
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  • THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE    CHAPTER128- THE ONE WHO REMEMBERS.

    Elthara’s hands hovered, suspended in the cold stillness between her and the lock. The void-figure didn’t press her. It didn’t move. It merely waited, as if time itself obeyed its stillness. Behind her, the Spiral's remnants stirred faintly—memories caught in windless air, flickering like dying stars. The Spiral did not whisper this time. It listened.Her breath came shallow. Each inhale scraped against her ribs like memory clawing its way back in. She had thought she'd been through everything—seen death, rebirth, betrayal, hope sharpened to a weapon. But this was different. This was not about what had happened to her. This was about what she’d done to herself.One step closer. Then another. The light around the lock shimmered faintly now, less pulse and more invitation. Not bright. Not demanding. Just… waiting. She wondered if the reason it had no key was because she was the key—if the part she had exiled had never stopped guarding the door.“What happens if I take it?” she asked, he

  • THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE    CHAPTER127- THE STRANGER THAT REMAINED.

    The figure didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. And yet, Elthara felt the weight of its gaze press into her chest like gravity made thought. It stood where the others had blurred—memories twisted by grief, shadows shaped by sorrow—but this one remained untouched. Whole. Not illusion. Not echo. It had not come from her. That was the first terror. The second was worse: it had always been there.Its face was featureless, and yet it changed when she stared too long—sometimes familiar, sometimes alien, sometimes utterly void. She reached out with thought, not magic, and felt nothing. Not even resistance. It was as if this thing stood outside the rules of the Spiral, beyond memory or pain. And yet… it knew her. With awful intimacy. Like it had watched every breath she’d taken since the moment she first lied to herself.“You don’t belong to me,” she whispered, pulse hammering. “You aren’t part of what I forgot.”“No,” it replied—finally, with a voice so calm it made her stomach knot. “I am what you w

  • THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE    CHAPTER126- WHAT REMAINS.

    Silence answered first. Not absence, not peace—just a space so dense with meaning that Elthara felt her breath hitch against it. The figure’s eyes, still her own and yet older, carried no promise, no comfort. Just honesty. Raw and unfiltered, as if love had never been more than a luxury her survival couldn’t afford. The moment stretched, thin as thread, between what she had been and what she might become.“You will not be who you were,” the voice said at last. “But you will not be lost. You will be remade by the choices you keep—and the truths you do not deny.” The extended hand did not waver, though the world behind it pulsed like a second heartbeat. Elthara closed her eyes, and for a breath, she remembered all the times she had not flinched. She had braved fire, memory, death, gods—and worse, herself.And yet this was different. This wasn’t an enemy. This was the shape of every refusal to break, every time she’d said, not now, when rest had been a whisper on her lips. It wasn’t crue

  • THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE    CHAPTER125- THE COST OF KEEPING.

    The world breathed, and then it wept. Not with sorrow, but with release—as if time itself had been holding its breath and could now finally exhale. Elthara felt it in her bones, in the marrow of memory, in the ache behind her eyes. The name she had spoken—her mother’s name, reborn through her voice—wrapped itself around the air like a hymn. But something had shifted. Not in the world alone… but within her.The thread she had touched now tethered itself to her chest, pulsing with a rhythm that wasn’t hers alone. She staggered, her knees nearly buckling under the weight of it. It wasn’t pain. It was presence. Her mother—this version, this echo, this possibility—had become more than memory. She was here, and the door behind her was no longer open. It had sealed shut the moment the name passed Elthara’s lips.“Do you feel that?” her mother asked, voice low and reverent. “This is what remembrance costs. Not death. Not rebirth. But binding. You did not summon me, Elthara. You created me.” T

  • THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE    CHAPTER124- WHAT WAS NEVER PROMISED

    The thread pulsed once beneath her fingertips—then dissolved, not into light, but into a weight that settled deep in her chest. Not heavy, but real. A gravity she had never known when fractured. Around her, the door faded, not closing but simply ceasing to be, as if it had fulfilled its one and only purpose. She stood alone now. And not alone at all.The child was gone. The shadow, too. But their imprints lingered in the marrow of her bones, like warmth after a fire. Elthara turned slowly, expecting to see the Spiral’s ruins behind her. Instead, she saw a plain of ash and memory, stretched out in all directions like the breath between heartbeats. Above, the sky no longer burned. It wept stars—gentle, slow, forming the name that was still being written.With each letter that shimmered into place, the world around her shifted. Mountains crumbled inward as if bowing. Rivers reversed course. Trees bloomed in silence, only to scatter their leaves like prayers. The very fabric of the land r

  • THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE    CHAPTER123- THE KINDNESS THAT BURNED

    Her breath hovered between silence and sound, as fragile as the name she had nearly forgotten. The weight of it pressed against her ribs, ancient and unfamiliar, a shape that felt too wide for her throat and too sharp for her soul. Her lips moved—but no syllable came. Instead, the world paused. Time staggered.The figure before her—the shadow of every choice she hadn’t made—reached out and placed a hand over her heart. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t cold. It simply was. “Say it,” it murmured. “Say me. Say you. Say us.”Elthara’s knees buckled, and her child-self steadied her with impossible strength. “You don’t have to,” the child said softly, eyes bright with uncorrupted memory. “But if you do… you won’t get to forget again.”Around them, the Spiral’s shell cracked wider. The sky frayed at the edges. A second gate began to form—not to the world that came before, but to what might come after. Smoke coiled into sigils across her arms, written in the ink of future pain. She was rewriting her

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