บททั้งหมดของ Alpha King's Unfavored Mate: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 51Whispers of PowerFiona’s POVThe moment Quinton walked back into the house, I could tell something was wrong. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched tightly as if he was fighting to keep something inside. His eyes, though, betrayed him—dark and troubled. He didn’t even bother to say anything as he walked past me and headed straight into the living room, dropping onto the couch with an exhausted sigh.I followed him, concerned. “Quinton, what happened?”He didn’t respond immediately, running a hand through his hair in frustration. I sat down next to him, gently placing a hand on his arm. He flinched at the touch but didn’t pull away.“Quinton?” I tried again, my voice softer this time. “Please. Talk to me.”He looked at me, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions—anger, fear, frustration, and something deeper. Something darker.“I met someone tonight,” he finally said, his voice rough. “Someone who claims to know about your power. About what’s coming.”My heart skipped a

Chapter 53Whispers of the UnknownFiona's POVThe air was still, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears. I hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning all night with the same recurring dream. Dark figures lingered at the edges of my consciousness, their red eyes piercing through the shadows, always watching, always waiting. Every time I thought I could see their faces, I’d wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing, breath ragged.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, staring out of the small window in my room. The sky was still gray, the sun struggling to break through the thick clouds that seemed to mirror the uncertainty brewing inside me. The morning was silent, too silent for my liking. It was the kind of quiet that came before something big—something that could change everything.There was a soft knock at the door, and before I could respond, Quinton stepped inside. His presence was grounding, as always, but I could see the same restlessness in his eyes that mirrored my own."You didn

Chapter 55The Calm Before the StormFiona’s POVThe days following the ritual were a blur of exhaustion and uneasy anticipation. The power within me felt like a living entity, pulsing beneath my skin with a constant, restless energy. Every movement was tinged with the weight of what I had embraced, and I struggled to adapt to the new reality of being so intimately connected to the dark magic.Quinton was a constant presence, his concern never fading. He stayed close, helping me through the aftermath of the ritual, supporting me as I tried to regain my strength. Despite his efforts to keep me calm, the underlying tension between us was palpable. We both knew that the ritual had bought us some time but had not solved our problems.As I recovered, I spent hours training with Quinton. He was patient, guiding me through exercises designed to help me harness and control the power within me. The sessions were physically demanding and mentally draining, but they were necessary. I needed to b

Chapter 57Unseen Shadows Quinton’s POV The early morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground as we returned to base. My muscles ached from the battle, the exhaustion settling in with every step, but my mind was already on high alert. Something felt off. The victory over the Primordials last night had come too easily. Sure, we had pushed them back, but they didn’t fight with the same ferocity as they had before. They retreated like it was part of a larger plan. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something far worse. As we reached the compound, Darius was already waiting for us. His expression was grim, and it told me everything I needed to know. "Quinton," he called out, motioning me over. "There’s been an incident." My heart dropped into my stomach. I approached him, the tension in his voice sending alarms through my brain. "What happened?" "It’s the southern perimeter. The guards reported strange movement just

Chapter 59Beneath the SurfaceFiona's POVThe weight of betrayal hung heavily in the air as I walked through the ruins of our camp. The morning sun did little to lift the oppressive mood that followed Darius’s revelation. Each step felt heavier, laden with the knowledge that one of our most trusted allies had turned against us. I glanced around at the faces of our pack, each marked by confusion, fear, or anger. It was a stark reminder that our world had changed overnight.I found myself in the clearing where the fight had taken place. The ground was still scarred from the battle, and the remains of the Primordials’ dark magic lingered in the air. I crouched near a patch of scorched earth, running my fingers through the ash. The fight had been fierce, and although we had won, it was clear that the Primordials were not finished with us yet. I could almost feel the echoes of the clash, the rush of adrenaline, and the pain of injuries. But more than that, I could feel the gnawing sense o