บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Second Choice : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Watching her werewolf mate snap the demon’s neck with ease did nothing to her. How could it?The dead look in his golden eyes when he had rejected her — without a flicker of hesitation — was burned into her memory. She refused to be swooned again by his kind voice, his magnetic pull. Werewolves were all the same in the end. Most craved power above all else, worshipping rank, bound by primal instincts.Still... Jo shivered slightly at the riddle left behind by the dying Aamon demon. It might have sounded cryptic to others — but to her, it was clear as day. The darkness... the seek...She forced herself not to think about it.As Dante stood, wiping blood from his hands, he turned — facing her once more. Those golden eyes locked onto hers, steady and piercing.Jo swallowed hard, her body betraying her. Those eyes... At first they lured you in, bathed you in warmth — the silver swirls whispering promises of safety. But the moment you dared to trust them, you realized their true

Disclaimer: The spelling errors in some of Evelyn’s part are intentional as she is meant to have some speech difficulties.Garden Courtyard“Look at this tulip, Lucy! It smell funny,” Daya said, handing her a small, bright pink flower.Lucy sniffed it curiously. The scent was mild — almost citrusy — but it was quickly drowned out by something else.A surge of ocean breeze mixed with orange bergamot flooded her senses, sharp and utterly irresistible.Lucy closed her eyes, momentarily lost."Lucy! Come back!" Daya rattled her shoulder hastily.Lucy blinked — and found Caleb standing before her, smiling sheepishly."Good morning, ladies," he greeted, silver hair catching the sunlight."Hey," Lucy muttered, pretending to study the flower like her life depended on it."Can I speak to you alone, Lucy?" Caleb asked, scratching the back of his neck, looking strangely nervous."I, uh — I should check on Mina," Daya said swiftly, abandoning ship. She gave Lucy a guilty "sorry not sorry" look bef

Olivia adjusted the sleeves of her gown, turning away — and for a heartbeat, it seemed she would leave without another word into the corridors of the palace.Jo let herself exhale softly—Until Olivia stopped mid-step.She turned back, head tilting slightly, a predatory glint flashing in her eyes."You," she said lightly, gesturing toward Jo. "Walk with me."Jo’s pulse skipped, but she obeyed without hesitation, trailing after the queen along a shaded stone path lined with blooming hydrangeas.They walked for a moment in silence before Olivia spoke again, her voice deceptively casual."Tell me more about yourself."Jo chose her words carefully, each one a shield."There’s little to tell, your highness. I am an omega from the Dark Slayer Pack. I recently chose to leave my pack and live among humans. But on the journey, my friends and I were attacked by demons. The Alpha King... intervened."Mostly true. Always safest to keep it close to the truth.Olivia hummed thoughtfully, fingers pla

Dante's ChambersThe cuffs snapped into place around Dante’s ankles with a heavy, hollow sound. The sand he'd summoned clamped around his skin, binding him to the towering pillar at the center of the room. A tether. A cage of his own making.Summoning his wind element next, he reinforced the cuffs, locking himself down.It wasn’t that he lacked strength to break them — he could shatter them in a blink if he chose but tonight, he needed restraint more than he needed freedom.Being Alpha King meant wielding all four elements: ice, fire, sand, and wind. A gift. A curse. The constant calling of the elements took a toll on his body, a slow wearing down. But tonight, his soul was fraying faster than his flesh.Settle down, Theo, Dante commanded grimly, reaching inward.His wolf was thrashing inside him, snarling and restless.The loss of control earlier still seared through his veins. Theo had completely overtaken him, leading him straight to Jo’s door.Because no matter how hard he f

A Lycan?Lucy’s heart raced as the realization crept through her bones.She tried to trace her memories back — to dusty old school lessons about ancient wolves, about Lycans who once ruled the werewolf world. Powerful. Proud. Mythical. Now... nothing but a forgotten whisper in history textbooks.Why is my memory so clouded? she thought desperately, hugging herself tighter under the cold light of the full moon.Slowly it dawned on her — the sheer rarity of a white wolf. She had been so enchanted by Emery’s shimmering coat, so distracted by the rush of her first shift, that she had missed the true weight of what it meant.Only one white wolf was ever known — Queen Sarah, daughter of the Moon Goddess herself.Lucy staggered backward, her mind spinning.Why me?Why now?Lycans had once been the rulers — stronger than any werewolf, blessed by the Goddess herself. But over centuries, they had been pushed aside. When the Moon Goddess created the four great elemental descendants — Sand,