Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Five Alphas And Me: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Everything hurts.The air in the forest feels sharp, like I’m breathing broken glass. I can still see the fading particles that were once Lance, sparkling in the wind, disappearing too fast. One second he was right there, smirking like he owned the world. The next… dust. Gone forever.My knees hit the ground before I even notice I’m falling. My fingers dig into the dirt just to remind myself I’m still here, still breathing, still cursed with being alive when he isn’t.A scream claws up my throat, raw and monstrous, and when it escapes, it sounds like something from nightmares. The wind shakes. The ground trembles. I think I do too.Why does it hurt like I’m the one who died?Something inside my veins wakes up. Black vines wrap around my arms, glowing symbols burn across my skin. I gasp as a firestorm of pain explodes inside me. It’s like my bones are splitting open.“No…” someone says behind me, but their voice is just noise.Memories slam into me without mercy.I see fields, bright s

The first breath I take feels like swallowing fire. A scream lodges in my throat but doesn’t escape. My heart hammers so violently I think it might burst. The memories that tore through me in that realm aren’t fading. They cling. They burn. They are me. My eyes snap open. Moonlight pierces through the forest canopy, and everything looks too sharp. Every edge defined. Every shadow alive. My hearing explodes with noise: the trembling heartbeat of a squirrel on a far branch, Cloud’s panicked breathing, Geri muttering a curse under his breath, the quiet cracking of Cristof’s knuckles as he tries to remain calm. And two heartbeats closest to me. Cole. Yance. Both frozen in place, afraid to touch me… or maybe afraid of what I’ve become.My body trembles, not from weakness but from overwhelming power. A silver-blue mist curls from my skin like living smoke, spiraling upward, brushing the leaves above. Like the moonlight obeys me. No. Not obeys. Recognizes me.Cole reaches for me first. “Bam…

The forest was quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes it hard to breathe. But even in the calm, I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes. Their attention was on me. As if the world itself revolved around my heartbeat.Cole was the first to speak. He leaned casually against a tree, that sly grin still plastered on his face despite the cuts on his arms. “You know, Bam… I think your hair looks perfect in this light. White and violet-like a storm wrapped in silk.”I rolled my eyes, trying not to flinch at the way his gaze lingered. His compliment wasn’t subtle; it was a full-on declaration, and my pulse stuttered. But I didn’t let him see it. “Cole,” I muttered, brushing my hair back, “I’m not here for-”“Not for me?” he interrupted smoothly, stepping closer. “Don’t lie. You know you want attention. From me, at least.”I froze. He smirked, and even through my frustration, I felt that old pull-the one that reminded me why he’d survived every battle for me, e

The morning air was sharp, cool, brushing against my skin as I stepped into the training ground. My muscles ached from yesterday, every movement a reminder of Cristof’s hands, his teeth, the way he had claimed me in the night. Bruises bloomed across my shoulders, collarbones, and back. My throat was still sore from the lingering heat of his kisses.And yet… I couldn’t stop.Cristof stood across from me, arms crossed, the same calm intensity in his gaze that always made my heart skip. Cole, as always, lingered under the tree line, silent and watchful, his dark eyes never leaving me. He didn’t comment on the marks. He didn’t scold. But I could feel it-the tension radiating off him, the faint ripple of something dangerous in his aura. He wasn’t angry at me. He was… something else.I stretched my arms, feeling the tightness in my back, and Cristof’s eyes flicked to the bruises and scratches left from our last night.“You’re pushing too hard,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “Your body

Cristof’s dark eyes lingered on Cole for a moment longer than usual. There was something there-a flicker, a recognition he hadn’t allowed himself to voice. My heart thudded, sensing the tension crackle between them, but before I could think, before I could even ask, he turned, sweeping past us like a shadow in motion.His voice followed, low and dangerous, carrying a warning that made my chest constrict.“If you ever break her heart… I’ll hunt you. Even if you die, I’ll find you.”And just like that, he was gone.The forest felt emptier. The air colder. I could feel Cole’s gaze on me, something unspoken burning behind those dark, intense eyes. His jaw clenched, and his hands fisted at his sides, as if he were wrestling with himself.Then he stepped closer, each movement deliberate, slow, and magnetic. My heart raced, unsteady, sensing that something in him was ready to spill over.“I…” he started, voice low, almost a growl, “I need to say this before I lose the nerve.” His dark eyes b