Lahat ng Kabanata ng Addicted To The Legacy Alpha: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

It's the last fight. Red Valley survived my reign of terror the last time I was here, but this time around, I will not stop until the Red Pack is dust. Loki and walk out of the dungeons. The numbers have increased. We are all surrounded. Leading his wolves is Chase Erickson. Chase is shocked to see Loki on my side. He's looking between the both of us and doing a terrible job at hiding his emotions. "Loki, what is this?" "What I should have done a long time ago." "If father sees you now-" "And! Father would be more disappointed in you and what you've turned his pack into." Chase growls, eyes turning red as a blood moon. "Is that why you betray your own pack, brother? Tell me, what did he offer you?" "Your death," Loki says in a low but icy tone. It's chilling to watch their exchange, but even Chase doesn't see the hate filling his brother's eyes coming. It takes him unawares. "I promised you I will live to see Red Valley become dust by my hands." I growl, shifting halfway and

Before daybreak, I kiss Zane one last time and disappear from his life. On the way back to the shelter, I'm crying, all snot and tears because how do I forget last night. The pain in my chest is heavy like lead. I want to turn back. I want to change things in my favour, but I'm not that selfish to rob Zeke and Mare of their happiness. The shelter comes into view. I wipe my tears because I want no one witnessing Kyra Mason's vulnerable moment. The Alpha decided to use the previous day to make our plans more certain. He's been the talk of the land since then. There are people gathered about the shelter. They are wondering what's going to happen to the remains of the Red Valley pack. I know Zeke will take them under Moon Grove's wings. Their Alpha and structure are broken. They have no other choice but to embrace whoever presents himself as their next ruler. But the people still wonder how all of this will align. Zane must play his part. Moon Grove will finally have a recognised ter

This house holds memories for each and every one of us. Good and bad. I live through all of that again the second I step through the entrance door. My mistakes and the best moments of my life all come back to me. Zeke changed my life, and if you ask me, I'll do it all over again from the top, so long as I got to cross paths with him. Our love isn't a mistake. It's durable and will overcome the many obstacles facing us. I hear my past cries in the living room. When I turned onto the real devil's incarnate for help. I trusted my mate because he gave one truth. I turned a blind eye to every other thing, even though a part of me knew what the truth was. We promised to make only good memories while learning to forgive each other every day before leaving Carodia. I knew it won't be easy, but I'm here to stay. Our child will be born here and will take over Moon Grove's throne. "Alpha Zeke, I'll start planning for a pack gathering this instant. It's a cause for joy. The moon goddess must

I must be dreaming. Maybe I'm trapped in a trance. Scarlett Burns died two years ago. It's enough time to move on from the past, but this brings everything back like a crashing sea wave. This is impossible. She's impossible. "Who are you?" She shakes her head silently. I'm confused. It's like she can't speak. For a moment, she appears like a blank book. To my greatest surprise, it stays that way. She doesn't look like she remembers a damned thing about us. "Scarlett, if this is you... and you are playing some sick joke. End it now." I study her clothes. She also appears homeless. Her skirt doesn't hide much of her legs, but it's rumpled and has holes at its hem. The jacket she has on tells the same situation. I reach for her, but she steps back. Fear flashes in her eyes. She's in a dark alley with a stranger who doesn't seem to be relenting from his intention to keep her here. "I don't know any Scarlett, sir. You can ask someone else around," she says, wanting to continue dow

I remember my mother's words to me before she passed at the shores. A darklord exists, who reigns terror in the earth with his army of the dead. Back then, it was a myth. It was a story to keep her cub's mind active. She enjoyed horror stories under a full moon and using the moon's reflection to create images with the shadows of her clawed hands. Hearing these words from Drusila, what used to be a moonlight tale for children was happening in reality. I don't believe it. She's wondering what's on my mind, but I need a moment to recollect my thoughts. I plop down on the desk chair, turning on the rollers beneath. "That's what he has become. You are completely sure you didn't make a mistake?" "I saw him move the shadows. I don't think the Celtic worked for him like it did for you and Zane." "There must be something that talks about a wolf who can control shadows." Drusila adds, frowning while deep in thought. I think of the one person who can answer that question. It's Tuiren or Jai-