Changing Fate for the Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

ElitaI thought as the water would fill my lungs and I would struggle to breathe, I would think about how normal it was.I had died once before. And the pain would be nothing new.In fact, I would recall everything I suffered. The dark nights. The bloody days. The empty world. I would remember every time I woke up to find that I had fallen one level below from yesterday. I would remember how I slowly forgot what I had destroyed everything for. I would remember my desperate attempts to save my life.Anger. Agony. Fear. But I didn’t feel any of that. I didn’t think of the dark nights or the bloody days.Instead, it felt like my life started the day I woke up in that dungeon with wrists slit, and head smashed. There was something different about occupying the body of someone who had died miserably—something like an emptiness nothing could fill, a void so vast it could devour me whole.But I was too cold, too dead inside to acknowledge it. Now, I could relive every emotion I felt for La

ElitaI wake with a sharp gasp. My heart is pounding too fast, too hard in my chest. Darkness clings to the edges of my vision as my chest heaves, my eyes moving around the unfamiliar warmth of the room. For a moment, I can’t tell what’s real. That… vision—no, that hallucination—lingers, my mind spinning with fragments of what I felt.Why did I think that Dustin's statue broke and he somehow came to life to save me? That's...impossible. My mind played such stupid tricks on me while I was dying. My fingers clutch the blanket covering me, and the heat wraps around me. For a moment, I don't realize where I am. The sheets smell clean, and I am wearing a loose white dress that brushes my ankles. I touch the fabric, frowning.Then, I look around again. I am not in that lake. I am in my room. The one in the small cottage. But how?I blink rapidly, my breath quickening as the memory returns—icy water pulling me under, my body going limp, death scratching against my skin. I remember the cold

ElitaHis scent surrounds me, and I can’t breathe.Dustin’s arms tighten around me, pulling me more into his front. His touch burns through every layer of my being, like fire searing flesh, but it’s the ache inside that makes me freeze. His breath brushes my neck, warm and rough, and my body…betrays me. Every muscle locks. Every nerve surrenders. I can’t push him away. I can’t pull free. My heart pounds so loud, I am sure he can hear it.He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and I want to scream. But I fall silent.Because it feels good. Too good.A shiver races down my spine, my body trembling between need and fear. My breath catches in my throat as his lips graze my skin. Every inch of me craves his touch, yet every heartbeat screams for distance.“ Tyson was right. ” Dustin murmurs. His voice is low and dark—a whisper that bleeds into my soul. I feel it more than I hear it. His words spread like a storm, drowning my reason.My chest tightens. My lungs burn as if I am drowning aga

ElitaI struggle free from his hold and rush towards the lounge. But he is hot on my tail, like a predator set on hunting a prey down.When I enter, the Kings and Kalix are already seated, leaving only a double couch vacant. Reluctantly, I walk towards it and perch on the corner.But the Northern King doesn’t take the hint at all. He comes to sit beside me, leaving no distance between our bodies. His arm brushes mine, and I feel the warmth seeping through my skin. Kalix clears his throat, looking right at us. “ Karlias is on house arrest. Some of the warriors are heading to the mountains to get the witch. ”My heart misses a beat. “ Matiana? ”He sighs, giving a slow nod. “ Yes. She was the one who told us all about the prophecy of a woman and man coming—The one you talked about when you first came here.”I lean back but stiffen when his arm presses more into my side. Why does he have to make it so hard for me? Kalix eyes me curiously. “ I am still wondering about the same thing Eli

ElitaI lie awake, staring at the ceiling above my head, my mind too full to let sleep take me. Tonight, it feels so cold in here. I feel this itch under my skin to go find that Lycan King and snuggle into his arms but I hold still. He is warm when his limbs are entangled with mine, but I am still angry at him.That’s not all. There is an ache between my legs, a constant, needy ache that demands his touch. It’s driving me crazy. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door. My heart misses a beat.Dustin. It has to be him. He knocked on my door hours ago and I just pretended to be asleep.The thought of him sends a rush through me—anger, longing, something that twists low in my belly—but I force myself to stay put. I won’t answer. I won’t let him in.“ Elita. ” The voice from the other side of the door calls out, and it’s not him. It’s Striker. “ Come out. ”I sigh and move my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor. When I open the door, he stands there in the dim