All Chapters of ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

LOGAN I ran as fast as possible to help but the more I ran the more I felt time seeping away from me; there was serious trouble brewing everywhere now and we can do is simply survive it. Immediately I stepped inside, I am overwhelmed with the smell of fresh blood and scattered guts and I watch in awe as Marissa stands over a corpse with so much anger in her eyes and she gradually exhales. I'd wanted to feel proud — darn it, I was proud — but my wolf howled inside my chest walls, screaming for vengeance. "Are you alright?" I pressed forward, ready to catch her if her legs gave out under her. Marissa cleaned the knife on her hand, jutting chin as if the fighter I knew her to be was finally free of that cage she'd been holding herself in. "It won't be the last." That solitary stark truth weighed between us like a boulder. "Not if I have any say in it," I growled. And I meant every damn word. ISAIAH The fight for now is over yet the whole place has a smell of dread and a

AUDACUS The council chamber reeked of sorcery and ancient arrogance. It slipped into the stones merging with the mortar, like the lifeblood of every fool who had ever occupied thrones and believed themselves untouchable. I stood in the middle hands locked behind me the weight of a hundred years reflected in the slump of my shoulders. Ten ancient wizard elders encircled me their faces carved with age- wrinkles eyes glazed with apathy. Their robes swept across the marble floor as they moved closer as though their very stance could sway destiny toward them. "Audacus " spoke Master Callum, the eldest his tone with a defiance never broken throughout his lifetime. "Your pride is, out of place here. You are not invited." A grin appeared at the corner of my mouth. "Conceit belongs to those who have already won. You simply haven't aligned with reality yet loser." Murmurs spread throughout the gathering gentle quivering trembles from ancient deities trapped in human forms. I could almo

AUDACUS As I crossed the threshold of the glass entryway at Kings Enterprises, the vibe changed instantly. Neat, gleaming, businesslike— the way people preferred to showcase their small dominions. It was almost amusing. The entire structure showed ambition, anxiety, and hidden dread. It carried the smell of possibility. I adjusted the disguise I had on: neatly tailored suit, cosy leather slip-ons, and glasses sitting low on the bridge of my nose. The ideal appearance of a struggling investor who had finally managed to gather funds to play with the sharks. Inside, I grinned. They were completely clueless. The receptionist welcomed me with a practised friendliness. ". Welcome to Kings Enterprises, Mr.?" "Addison." I gave the name smoothly. "Jon Addison. I'm visiting your investment advisor. I'm keen, on buying stock " Her fingers danced over the keyboard. In an instant, she nodded. "This way, Mr. Addison." Everything unfolded with human precision. The attorneys, the experts, the ri

AUDACUSFire spat and spat in the fire before me, shadows curling around the walls of stone like hungry snakes. I reclined in the chair of dark, high-backed obsidian in the center of my war room, robes of smoke and midnight folded around me in loops of fate. My hands tapped a slow, calculated beat on the bent armrest, lethal.Lilith sat motionless in the adjacent room.Her breath—if one could even call it that anymore—was shallow. Barely there. Her fall into the coma had been abrupt, unforetold, un-theatrical. Just. silent. A silence so deep that it vibrated through the realm.And I hated it.She alone had ever spat venom right back at me and still made me crave the taste of her defiance. Her anger. Her fury. But now? Glass. Shattered. Cold. And worse—silent.No more filthy words.No more threats that she'd rip out my heart if I ever sinned against her daughter.Now, all I had was time.But Ryan… oh, Ryan didn't have time at all.Ideal.A knock echoed on the door—sharp, brief. My gene

ALEXIA I woke up with a metallic taste in my mouth and the smell of blood thick in the air. My lungs hurt with each breath, but I didn't dare move. Something pressed on my chest—not physically, but emotionally. A weight I couldn't get rid of. Hailey. My last memory had been of her scream, of the way her power burst forth like a star. It engulfed everything—the Legion's commander, most of his men, even the battlefield itself. I remembered the fear in his eyes when Draco dived. Then nothing. Just darkness. "She hasn't woken up." I recognized Turtela's voice. It was rough with worry, but there was determination in it too. "We have to do something," Marissa said. "She's the Queen. She can't stay like this." My eyes fluttered open, and the brightness of the infirmary nearly blinded me. White walls. The scent of herbs and steel. I turned my head slowly, my every muscle protesting, to see them all gathered around another bed. Hailey. I sat up, ignoring the tearing pain down