All Chapters of Beauty and the Alpha Beast: Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

*Xelina*Weeks have passed since the battle, but the memory of it still sharpens my senses. I stand in the training ring behind Virechant, my claws digging into the earth, my fur ruffled by the warm breeze. The land is alive again, no longer locked in frost, but pulsing with green and bloom. My opponent lunges. I twist aside and spring, my teeth flashing, my muscles coiled with practiced strength. We clash midair, rolling through dust and grass. I find my footing first, pinning him with a warning growl. He yields.I step back, my chest heaving. This is the rhythm I know now. The weight of my title doesn’t press so heavily when I move like this, when I remember I was never meant to cower in the shadows.A low, familiar rumble reaches me. Lazlo prowls into the ring, his black coat catching slivers of sun. He challenges me, circling once, brushing his flank against mine in greeting, and I shiver despite the heat.We move together, sparring not for dominance, but understanding. His motio

*Lazlo*The morning air is crisp as we slip from the shadow of the treeline, our paws brushing damp leaves, our breath fogging in the dewy light. We’ve shifted early, before the sun crested the ridge, and now we run: two wolves weaving through wild pines, the thud of hooves behind us steady and familiar.The trail is overgrown and narrow, just as I remembered, the sort of path only beasts and ghosts follow. I lead the way, guiding the pack horses with occasional glances, keeping them between us like a tether to the world we left behind. Their saddlebags are filled with food, water, clothing and supplies, but they trust our pace now. Xelina runs just ahead of me, her white coat shining in the sun. She doesn’t slow when the brush thickens or the trail narrows, doesn’t flinch at the cold bite of stream water or the crack of limbs beneath her paws. She runs toward the truth and her father.We shift back in the evenings, long enough to check the packs, drink, eat, and sleep. Xelina’s hai

*Lazlo*The morning mist hangs over the fields as I step outside the cottage. Stonehollow is quiet, the light just brushing the tops of the trees, the roofs damp with dew. I watch the smoke rising from the chimney and let the tranquility settle in me. It’s peaceful here, gentle in a way I don’t often get to experience. No court politics or looming war, just a man and his daughter reunited, and I’ve been lucky enough to witness it.Behind me, the door creaks. Xelina steps out, wrapped in a shawl. Her eyes meet mine, and the corner of her mouth lifts. “He’s making ham and eggs,” she murmurs. “He insists you’ll love his eggs.”I’m amused. “You know I can’t pass up ham and eggs.”We head back inside. Caelan hums while stirring the pan, and the two girls giggle in the corner while one brushes the other’s hair. He’s settled into fatherhood again with grace. After we eat, I let Xelina and her father talk while I clean up. When the time feels right, I speak.“I’d like to invite you to Virech

*Xelina*The spell my grandmother cast, an ancient invocation of the Moon Goddess, weaves itself into the moonstone resting at my throat. When the final call passes my lips, the magic stirs. It shimmers outward in threads of light, forming a portal that opens into the Emerald Coast. A tropical heat wraps around us, and the air is thick with the scent of salt and flowering vines, ripe fruit and sand still warm from a sun long set. Under a sky of violet and berry wine, spangled with brilliant stars, the beach stretches before us in a pale gold sand glittering under moonlight like powdered pearls. The ocean moves in sighs of turquoise and shadow, its waves glowing faintly with bioluminescence where they break, as if the sea itself has caught fire.I’ve never seen water this color. I’ve never seen palm-like trees that arch toward the waves, their fronds whispering secrets across the shore. Far ahead, cliffs rise like the spines of sleeping beasts, half-draped in lush greenery that drink