All Chapters of The Alpha's Chosen Weak Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A few days had passed, and Selene was not feeling better. She was worse, to say the least. There was a strange air inside the house and outside. Everybody was talking in a few words, and you could feel that they were preparing for something huge. Selene was so frustrated that she was not able to help with anything, being a lousy human, that she wanted to scream. And before she could start and do that, she decided to go out and clear her thoughts. She went out through the back door, making sure that nobody would see her, and she disappeared into the forest behind the house. There she was, feeling like she had been reborn. She inhaled deeply the fresh air, closing her eyes, feeling already all the moves around her. She was feeling powerful and energized there. It was like the forest was embracing her, and she would let herself be one with it. An urge to run wild rose from her chest, and she did not think twice. She started to run smiling, and although she knew that her feet were not

The lake had gone eerily still. Not a ripple disturbed its glassy surface, though Raphael and Selene stood waist-deep within it, their bodies still pressed together. The silence wasn’t natural—it was reverent. As though the world itself bowed before the bond they had just sealed.Selene’s breath came shallow, every inhale trembling with the power coursing through her. It wasn’t fading. If anything, it grew stronger, pressing against her skin from within, begging for release. She lifted her hands, unsure what she was doing, but the water obeyed.A silver shimmer rippled outward from her palms. The lake rose in answer, liquid arcs lifting into the air as though pulled by invisible strings. Selene gasped, half afraid, half exhilarated, as droplets spun around her like glittering jewels caught in sunlight.“I—Raphael, I can feel everything.” Her voice shook with awe. “The pull of the moon, even in daylight. The heartbeat of the Earth beneath us. The current in every drop of this water.”Ra

The beat of war drums grew louder, a thunder rolling through the forest until the ground itself seemed to shake. The wolves parted instinctively as armored soldiers stepped into the clearing, their spears gleaming, their banners snapping in the wind.And then he appeared.The King.Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence radiated the weight of centuries of rule. His cloak of black fur trailed behind him, his crown gleamed coldly, and his eyes—icy and merciless—swept over the scene before him. The glowing girl, the kneeling wolves, the great black wolf at her side.His jaw tightened. “So,” he said, voice carrying like iron. “It is true.”Luna stepped forward at once, her silk dress whispering against the grass. “Father!” she cried, her voice trembling with both rage and triumph. She pointed toward Selene, silver glow still radiating faintly. “She bewitched him! She forced the wolf back into his skin, twisted him with her cursed blood. You must end this now, before she destroys us all!”The

Selene POV'sThe journey stretched into days, though Selene barely noticed the passing of time. Her thoughts twisted constantly between Raphael’s face and the path ahead. Each step felt like both betrayal and salvation.She had thought Claudius would lead her immediately to some sacred well, some hidden temple of the Moon. But when she asked, his crimson gaze softened with something almost resembling pity.“You are not ready,” he said simply.Her jaw tightened. “I need answers.”“And you will have them,” he promised, his voice velvet smooth. “But knowledge without control is useless. If I show you the source of your power before you can wield what you already have, it will consume you. And I have no intention of letting you burn out like a dying star.”The words stung, but Selene knew he was right. Already, her glow flared wild with her emotions. When grief struck her, it pulsed dangerously; when fear clutched her throat, it dimmed to near nothing. She hated how unstable she felt.“I’l

The throne room smelled of incense and blood. The banners of the Blue Sapphire Pack hung limp along the stone walls, their colors dulled by the smoke of war torches. Beyond the windows, the sound of horns echoed faintly, reminders that the four enemy packs—Iron Fang, Shadow Claw, Crimson Howl, and Silver Moon—were drawing closer with every hour.Raphael stood at the center of it all, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His golden eyes should have blazed like fire, but they were dulled, clouded, heavy-lidded. The world wavered at the edges of his vision, distorted as if seen through water.The poison worked its way through his veins.He had drunk from the goblet Luna placed before him days earlier. He had known, somewhere deep inside, that something was wrong—that her lips curved too easily when he lifted the cup, that the burn down his throat was not wine but venom laced with something darker. But exhaustion had left him vulnerable. Exhaustion and grief.Now, his wolf clawe