Semua Bab Alpha King's Unfavored Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 32Lurking ShadowsQuinton's POVThe night air was thick with tension as I paced in front of the cabin, my thoughts a tangled mess of frustration and worry. I could feel the weight of the moon above, not yet full, but enough to send ripples of power through my veins. The wolf inside me was restless, prowling just beneath the surface, and the longer I waited, the more impatient it grew.Fiona should have been back by now.I clenched my fists, trying to rein in the growing unease gnawing at me. She was strong—stronger than most—but something about this whole situation didn’t sit right with me. Ever since Elian’s cryptic message, I’d had this gut feeling that we were walking into a trap, and now, with Fiona missing, that feeling had only grown worse.“Where the hell is she?” I muttered under my breath, my eyes scanning the surrounding woods. The darkness seemed to press in on all sides, and even with my heightened senses, I couldn’t pick up any trace of her scent. It was as if sh

Chapter 35Shadows Of The PastQuinton's POV As I stood over Fiona, the weight of the bond thick in the air, I could feel something pulling—dragging us deeper into a space I didn’t recognize. My wolf stirred, agitated and restless. The connection between Fiona and me had always been powerful, but what I was facing now was different, darker. This wasn’t just about saving her. It was about something larger, something ancient that had been awoken by the darkness.I clenched my fists, trying to ground myself as the sensation of burning coursed through my veins. My father’s voice echoed in my mind, instructing me to hold the bond and pull out the poison. But it wasn’t just poison. It was a curse.The darkness inside Fiona wasn’t simply from the bite of that creature. It was tied to something else. The moment I tapped into her essence, I saw fragments of her memories—ones she didn’t know I was seeing. Dark flashes of a time long ago, of blood and pain, of a pact made in desperation. I cou

Chapter 36Descent into DarknessFiona’s POVThe world felt distant as my vision blurred. I wasn’t fully conscious of what was happening, but the thick tension in the air was impossible to ignore. Quinton’s voice called out to me from the edge of consciousness, his touch anchoring me, but the more I tried to respond, the further I felt from reality. I was stuck in the space between waking and a nightmare, tethered to something that refused to let me go.I could feel it—the darkness inside of me. It pulsed, alive and sinister, feeding off something deeper within my blood. It was as though it had always been there, lying dormant, just waiting for the right moment to rise. The idea of a prophecy tied to my family made no sense, but the truth was undeniable now. There were secrets buried in my bloodline that I never even imagined.The pain in my chest was sharp, spreading outward as if something was clawing its way through my veins. It wasn’t just the wound from the attack—it was more, so

Chapter 38In The Shadow Of The ProphecyQuinton’s POVThe weight of the recent events pressed heavily on me. Fiona was struggling to come to terms with her newfound power, and every day felt like a race against time. The darkness that had been unleashed within her was something we had to confront, and the threat of the creatures that hunted us loomed ever closer.The study had become our command center. Fiona, with her newfound determination, was diving deep into the ancient texts, while her father and I worked on fortifying the house. Protective wards and enchantments were being laid down, but it felt like a temporary solution to a much larger problem.I watched Fiona from across the room as she pored over the manuscripts. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her eyes scanning the pages with an intensity that I admired and worried about in equal measure. She was stepping into a role she never asked for, and I could see the strain it was putting on her.“How’s it going?” I asked,

Chapter 40The Burden of KnowledgeFiona’s POVThe night had left its mark on me. The encounter with the creature had been a harsh reminder of the dangers we faced and the responsibilities now resting on my shoulders. The house, which had been a sanctuary, now felt like a battleground, each corner a reminder of the looming threat.As dawn broke, I found myself in the study, surrounded by open books and scattered notes. The ancient texts were heavy with secrets and warnings, their pages filled with prophecies and spells that seemed as tangled and complex as the situation we were in. My father’s voice echoed in my mind: “The power inside you is crucial. It’s the key to understanding and confronting what’s to come.”I felt the weight of his words more acutely than ever. The prophecy and the dark forces hunting us were intertwined, and my role in this epic struggle was becoming clearer with each passing day. But clarity brought with it an overwhelming sense of responsibility and fear. The