All Chapters of Married to the disabled Alpha : his antidote : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Perrin's POVThe days after the ambush passed slowly.Even though we had killed two of the attackers, the pack stayed tense.People barely spoke.Kids were kept indoors.Mothers clutched their babies close, looking around like something would jump out of the shadows any second.I didn’t blame them.We had fought back, yes.But the enemy hadn’t stopped.If anything, it felt like we had made them angrier.More patrols went missing.Animals were found dead near the borders — torn apart, left to rot.A warning.The air itself felt heavy.Like the forest was holding its breath, waiting for something worse to come.One morning, Dorian came running into my office, a wild look in his eyes."You need to see this," he said.I followed him outside,It was near the training fields. Someone had carved another message into the earth, deep and wide enough that you could see it from the estate windows.Only this time, it wasn’t words.It was a symbol. A circle, broken down the middle, with sharp arrow

Quinn’s POVThe estate felt different the next day. It was as though the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something. I couldn’t shake the unease that clung to me like a second skin. Every shadow seemed to shift, every creak in the floorboards made me jump, and every time the wind howled outside, my heart would race.I knew something was coming. I could feel it deep in my bones. But what? What were we waiting for?I stepped out into the courtyard, my eyes scanning the horizon. The morning fog had lifted, but the chill of the air still hung heavy, even though the sun was rising. The cold seemed to seep into my very soul, and I wrapped my arms around myself to stave off the shiver running through me.Perrin was standing near the large oak tree, his back straight, his eyes narrowed as he looked out at the woods. He didn’t notice me approach, and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb him. He was always on edge now, always searching for something that wasn’t there, alway

QUINNI should’ve turned back.It hovered relentlessly and shrewdly about my mind like a stormbird. But it was too late. I was already here — too deep in the forest, too close to the edge of something I couldn’t reverse.The ruin at the edge of the clearing was massive, as though a memory had congealed. Ivy crept over its stones like veins, pulsing with a magic that only dimly remembered me. With a steady pace I advanced, each step slower than the next, my breath leaning neither shallow nor deep. The fire burned blue around me, floating without heat, without smoke—just an odd presence.The witches continued to peer at me from behind, but they didn’t pursue. This leg of the journey belonged to me.I crossed the threshold.Suddenly, the atmosphere grew dense. There was magic here, but it was history. Old, unspoken, buried. Theodore had taken me here once as a child, when we still referred to one another as friends, before our journeys diverged. Had we pushed our way through it the first

QUINNPerrin was leaned up against the far wall with his arms crossed and a tight expression on his face. His eyes locked with mine the moment I entered and we had a moment. His face was a storm — anger and fear and hurt, all of it wrapped up in a way I couldn’t interpret. He wanted to say something, was leaning forward to speak, but I did not give him an opportunity.“Where’s the message?” I asked, my voice hoarse.“Message?” Clear surprise from one of the council/: And we can do that?“The code,” I said, my tone a little more impatient than I’d intended. “The one Theodore sent me. There’s a message in it. I need it now.”Perrin's eyes would have melted, if only for a second. “You never told me about the message,” he said softly as he walked over to me. “You just left.”“I had no option,” I snapped, before I could stop myself.Perrin’s face tightened, but he did not answer. Instead, he gestured to the far side of the room where a servant stood with a scroll. I didn’t wait for permiss

QUINNAnd in the middle, waiting as if he had never left, was Theodore.He wasn’t talking when he saw me.He didn’t smile, didn’t move. He neither moved nor spoke, those dark eyes pools of storms and shadows, his hands clasped behind his back as a king waiting for his queen to come back from war.I was a few paces away from him and I was as tight as a wound spring. “You knew I’d come.”“Of course I did.” His voice was quiet, calm. Dangerous.“What have you done, Theodore? My words were shaky, but I stood up. “The curse—what is it?”He gazed at me, and something leapt in his eyes. Pity? Regret? I couldn’t tell. He moved closer, slow and purposeful, and I didn’t retreat.“You have always been the key,” he said. “You just never wanted it to be true.”“The key to what?”“To breaking the cycle. To stopping what’s coming. To saving him.”He didn’t have to say Perrin’s name. I heard it anyway.“You’re folding him to you,” I whispered. "You risked his life to get me here. That’s not saving hi