All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ava's pov War doesn’t begin with swords clashing or blood staining the earth. It begins in the silence before the storm. The slow, trembling breaths of warriors steeling themselves for what’s to come. The beat of a thousand hearts unified for one purpose. The weight of knowing that tomorrow isn’t promised, and today… Today is all about survival. I stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the vast field where we would make our stand—Ashville’s darkened fields, now forever scorched by the remnants of zerathos evil as well the fire that consumed it centuries ago. The place where blood was spilled, where ancient horrors had clawed their way into our world. This place was cursed and hollow, yet it was here we would face Zerathos for the final time. The others stood beside me. Xander, his sharp grey eyes scanning the battlefield, his aura calm but laced with fury. Vanessa, Kael, Kaida, and the remaining warriors from the ten united packs. Thousands behind us, ready to give their live

Ava's pov The air shifted. Thick and foul, like rot crawling up my throat. The growl that followed was unlike anything I’d ever heard—low, guttural, and layered with something ancient. It didn’t just shake the stone floor beneath our feet; it vibrated through my bones. I reached out instinctively, my hand finding Xander’s. His eyes were locked ahead, pupils dilated, body coiled tight like a predator seconds away from lunging. From the far end of the ruined tower, something moved. The beast was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It towered over us, a grotesque creature which was a blend of molten stone, jagged metal, and ancient magic. Its hide glowed with veins of lava, its claws like blackened obsidian swords. Two burning eyes bore into us from beneath a twisted helm of scorched bone, and from its back, massive wings of burning flame unfurled with a hiss. It did not just move. Itslithered, stomped, and snarled all at once. Its hulking form emerged from the shadows, black as

Ava’s POVThe ground trembled beneath our feet as Lyra's form charged toward Xander with unnatural strength, the sound of her shrieking filling the air with an unnatural, bone-chilling shrill. Her movements were too fast, too erratic, her body a twisted mockery of the sister I knew. Her eyes, once silver with kindness, now pulsed with an abyssal blackness—pools of darkness that swallowed any light. She was lost. But I refused to believe it. Not completely. Not yet.“Xander, MOVE!” I shouted, pushing myself forward, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I couldn’t lose him. Not now.Xander barely had time to react before Lyra was upon him, her blades gleaming with malice as they sliced through the air. He barely dodged, the edge of her dagger grazing his shoulder, sending a burst of pain radiating through his body. He growled, backing away, but she was relentless—her speed matched only by the cold fury in her eyes.“No!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation, but the words were lo

Ava’s POVThe morning after the final battle was a strange kind of quiet. Not silence, exactly—there were still murmurs, the crackle of the early fires, the low sobs of those mourning their fallen, and the laughter of those too happy not to laugh. It was a quiet that came after chaos, the kind that felt borrowed, fragile, as if the world was holding its breath, unsure if the war was truly over.But it was.Zerathos was gone. His shadows had dispersed, leaving behind only the smell of ash and blood.I stood at the edge of the ruins that had once been the main part of our camp, the place where strategy was whispered and sleepless nights were passed in tense silence. Now it was littered with broken weapons, scorched earth, and fat too many lifeless bodies.Kael called out names from a growing list, his voice steady despite the tremble in it. Vanessa stood beside him, her hand in his, as they honored each name with a nod and a moment of silence. Rowan knelt by the body of one of his falle

Lyra’s POVThe crackling of the campfire sounded distant just like the faint sound of voices laughing and talking. Familiar voices. Ones that once meant comfort and strength. Now, they sounded foreign and distant, like echoes bouncing off the thick stone walls of guilt I had built around myself.I sat wrapped in my cloak, hood drawn low, body leaning into Rowan’s side. His warmth was steady, grounding. I could feel his heart through the fabric, steady as a drum, but there was a tension in the way he held me. He didn’t trust me—not entirely. I didn’t blame him.They had every right not to.Ashville was ruined. The war was over. And I had helped start it. They just didn't know that.I didn’t know how to look them in the eyes, not after what I had done.Ava’s laugh echoed through the air, loud and carefree, like birds chirping and singing during the summer. She teased Vanessa about how she once fought her over Xander. Vanessa rolled her eyes but smiled, her fingers tangled with Kael’s. I