Lahat ng Kabanata ng Elixir: Fated To The Three Alpha : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 108

Elixir’s POVShe looked like me, but thinnerLike the world had starved her of belief for too longHer smile wasn’t cruelIt was calmLike she’d been waiting for this moment since I was bornSince I first chose to silence the part of myself that didn’t fit prophecy, power, or flameShe stepped from the circle barefoot, shoulders squared as if she still carried chainsI didn’t moveNeither did the AlphasLucian’s hand twitched near his bladeSoren’s fingers hovered over a protective runeEwen’s eyes burned with unreadable knowledgeNone of them knew what I’d just pulled into this worldNeither did IBut she wasn’t a demonShe was something far worseShe was true---“You left me in the silence,” she said, her voice quieter than mine, older somehow. “And now you wonder why I sound like regret.”My chest ached. “I buried you because you were breaking me.”She stepped closer, shadows folding around her like silk. “No. You buried me because I remembered what it cost to live. You didn’t wan

Soren’s POVShe didn’t speak.Not when she stepped through the veil. Not when her eyes met Elixir’s. Not even when half the pack inhaled like they'd seen a goddess rise from smoke and shattered memory.And that silence screamed louder than war drums.I could feel her in my marrow—Ash-Elixir. That’s what I’d started calling her in my mind. A whisper of the real one, made of ambition and burn, not fire and choice. This wasn’t a copy. This was what Elixir could’ve become if she’d embraced the throne Virex left behind without question.She didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Just stood at the Grove’s edge like the trees had knelt to let her pass.Ewen flinched beside me. Not visibly. Not enough for anyone to notice. But I saw the twitch in his wrist, the flex of his jaw.He felt it too.The wrongness.Not evil. That would’ve been easier. This was something else.Familiarity, bent sideways.Lucian’s blade gleamed under the twilight. My own hand hovered over my runes, waiting for a sign. Any sign

Soren’s POVI’ve watched blood spill. I’ve seen men become monsters and monsters beg like men. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for the moment I saw Elixir float above the altar, eyes wide with celestial fire and pain tangled in her scream. She didn’t glow. She seared.And when she dropped, silent and trembling, the world tilted.Lucian hadn’t returned from his patrol. We thought he was delayed, distracted, maybe scouting the riverline. But I knew better. He was never late. Never careless.He was taken.Ewen was the first to admit it aloud. “The Order’s pushing harder. They want her distracted. Breaking apart her mind from the inside, and now—us.”He didn’t say Lucian’s name. He didn’t need to. The air choked with it.Maelis began warding the perimeter twice a night. Elixir refused sleep. And every time she closed her eyes, her face twisted—like Ash-Elixir clawed at the edges of her dreams.“Something’s changed,” I told Ewen as we walked the north tree line. “She doesn’t just see her n

Ewen’s POVI’ll admit I underestimated the Order once. Twice even. But never did I expect them to weaponize consequence.Elixir walked into midnight’s hollow with fire arcing across her fingers like living questions, and when I followed cautiously behind, the unchanged air asked everything I didn’t want to hear.Ash-Elixir waited. Not in shadows. Not in threat. She stood under a black banner stitched with silver runes—among wolves that no longer breathed.My oath tightened in my chest. That banner wasn’t a challenge. It was an invitation.They spoke in hushed tones, wolves kneeling, hands extended to a crown ash would carve.Elixir faced them alone, flame in her palms and the weight of fate behind her.I believed we could still turn this. Reinforce memory. Remind them why scars mattered more than ease.The moment the first kneeling hand rose, I saw betrayal. Not fear. Not respect. Just relief.Lucian wasn’t there. He still hung inside the ruin’s echo six nights later. They hadn’t retu