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

The ground split apart with a deafening roar, gaping fissures vomiting forth shadows that twisted and coiled into unnatural forms. The air turned thick with the scent of decay, and Olivia felt it—a pull at the edge of her soul, as if something ancient and malignant was reaching for her.They were neither wraithborn nor werewolves.These creatures were something else.Figures emerged from the darkness—tall, gaunt, with hollow eyes that glowed a sickly green. Their skin, if it could be called that, was stretched too tight over brittle bones, their mouths locked in a perpetual snarl. Some bore the twisted remnants of fur, as if they had once been wolves but had long since lost their right to call themselves anything living.Amelia stood at the center of the chaos, her arms outstretched as the dark forces obeyed her call. “The cursed dead,” she whispered, her voice dripping with triumph. “Once warriors, once proud... now mine.”Ralph tensed beside Olivia, his body vibrating with the urge

The moon hung low in the sky, a pale crescent above the dense forest surrounding the Crestmoon pack’s territory. The air was thick with tension, as if the very land itself held its breath. Olivia stood on the edge of the clearing, her eyes scanning the shadows, her senses stretched to their limit. It had been days since she had seen Amelia, but the feeling of being hunted, of being watched, had never left her.Behind her, the rest of the pack gathered, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. Ralph stood closest to her, his presence a quiet strength that grounded her, but even he couldn’t mask the unease that settled over the group.“This is it,” Caroline said, her voice low, almost a murmur. “Everything we’ve been preparing for—it’s happening now.”Olivia nodded, her throat tight. The prophecy, the curse, her heritage—it was all converging. She had always known that Amelia would come for her, but the weight of what that meant was finally sinking in. The magic inside her,

The stillness that followed the storm felt strange, almost unnatural. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, the smoke from the fading remnants of Amelia’s dark magic, and the faint, unsettling hum of Olivia’s own power still rippling through the clearing.Olivia stood in the center of it all, her breath coming in shallow gasps, the glow of her magic fading as the last remnants of the battle dissipated. The pack surrounded her, their faces filled with a mix of awe and relief, but Olivia could sense the unease that lingered in their eyes. They had won, yes, but victory had come at a cost.The storm had not only been a test of strength—it had exposed the fragile line Olivia had been walking between control and chaos. The power inside her had surged, and for a moment, she had been terrified that it might swallow her whole. But she had fought it, had shaped it, and in that moment, she had become something more than just a werewolf, more than just the girl cursed by her bloodline.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over the dense forest surrounding Crestmoon. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, but beneath it all, there was an undercurrent of something darker, something older. Olivia could feel it pressing in on her, as though the very land was holding its breath, waiting for something.She sat by the fire, the crackling flames casting long, flickering shadows that danced across her face. The conversation with Caroline had left her with more questions than answers. The prophecy, the ancient force tied to her bloodline, and the balance between creation and destruction—it was all too much to grasp in one sitting. But the more Olivia thought about it, the clearer it became. She had a responsibility, a role to play in something far greater than herself.But what if she wasn’t strong enough to carry it?Ralph’s voice broke through her thoughts, his tone warm but laced with concern. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said, his figure e

The book was older than anything Olivia had ever seen, its cover a deep shade of maroon, almost dark enough to be black, with intricate golden symbols etched into the surface. When her fingers brushed the pages, she felt the pulse of magic flow through her. It was as if the book itself recognized her touch—knew that she was the one meant to uncover its secrets.She opened the first page slowly, her breath catching in her throat. The words were written in an ancient script, one that she had never seen before, but somehow, as her eyes traced the characters, the meaning became clear in her mind. It was a language tied to her bloodline, the same magic that had coursed through her veins since birth.Caroline leaned over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the text as well. “Is that… do you understand it?”“I—” Olivia hesitated, her heart racing. “I think so.”The text was filled with warnings, instructions, and passages that seemed to describe the magic’s true nature. It spoke of balance—how t