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THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER130- THE MERCY THAT BURNS.
Elthara didn’t answer—not aloud. Her breath trembled inside her chest like something caged and cornered. Across from her, the throne-borne version of herself descended, not by force, but by gravity—the kind that pulled stars inward and made light forget its way. She was radiant in a terrible, enthralling way. Her skin shimmered with ash-gold runes, her eyes full of storms. But what struck Elthara most wasn’t her power. It was her calm. This was not a version of her that had broken. This was one who had embraced the break and reforged herself sharper.“You fear me,” the crowned self said softly, her voice like velvet drawn across steel. “Not because I am cruel. But because I am honest.”Elthara’s jaw clenched. She took a step forward despite the tremble in her knees. “You’re not me. You’re what I almost became.”The crowned version tilted her head. “Almost is a lie. I am you without chains. I am what you left behind at every gate you feared to open.”Fire spiraled behind them—burning w
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER129- THE GHOST CROWN.
The question echoed louder than it should have. Not in the air—but in her marrow. Do you still believe I was ever yours? It didn’t come from the flame or from the Spiral’s wound. It came from the center of the echo that wore his face, carried his silence, and held her in the gaze of a man who no longer existed.Elthara stood still, unable to speak. Not from fear—but from unraveling. The voice was not Kairos. It was the memory of how she had once heard him. The softness he had hidden beneath his command. The hunger he buried behind his choices. She had carried this echo for so long, mistaking it for closure, when it had always been a door left ajar.“I buried you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I let go.” The echo did not reply. It merely watched her, with eyes heavy from lifetimes they never got to live.Around her, the other echoes of herself flickered. The grieving child lowered her gaze. The flame-bound vessel knelt, hands clasped to her chest as if the weight of this memory
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
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