All Chapters of Alpha's Cursed Twain: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SELENA’S POVThe ancient temple loomed above, its crumbling stones bearing signs that it had been standing for years. Though it looked old, nothing about it was fragile. It had been abandoned for centuries, but nothing was out of place. The stone altar stood ready to accept the next sacrifice. My eyes gleamed with sheer intensity as I began the ritual, and my ears listened to my own voice as I chanted in a language that sent shivers down my back. The magic I am about to perform is forbidden and abandoned ages ago, just like the temple. It’s dangerous and could take a turn for the worse at any second. But I would rather it unleash its full danger than for me to hold back and not take the risk. Celeste had bound herself to the stone altar, completely dazed and out of her mind. It was only a matter of time before she regained her senses. I can't continue to hold her conscious while I perform the ritual. I need all the energy I can gather. I could, but I would prefer not to do two thin

SAM’S POVEverything happened so fast. Selena fired at my brother, weaving some intricate patterns in the air with her hand. Celeste shifted and pulled herself away from the stone altar. I watched in awe as she summoned some sort of hex herself, firing it right at Selena as she came between her and Killian. I saw the opportunity and made use of it. Selena was evidently not expecting Celeste to get herself down from the Altar, so she apparently paid no attention to her. She would have kept an eye on Celeste if she had presumed the possibility of such a thing happening. I guess Celeste is just much more powerful than she assumed. So the minute Celeste stroked her with whatever the hell enchantment that was, I fetched my sword from where it was tucked and made a run for where Selena stood, unmoving. If I don't get her out of the picture, she is definitely going to get me out of it. She already sensed she might not get things as smoothly as she presumed, so she was willing to put ever

  KILLIAN’S POV I held her in my hands all the way back to the estate. With everything that happened, I don't think I will ever be able to put a distance between us. I will never be able to allow anyone to train her, and I will never trust the presence of another person around her, not unless I am there to keep an eye on them.  Years back, I would have laughed it off if someone told me I would be insanely obsessed with another person to the point of knowing I would not survive another breath without them.  It’s scary and annoying at the same time, but still, nothing beats the feeling that comes with having a mate. The peace of mind is just so immeasurable. I would choose my life after I found her over and over again, over the l

  CELESTE'S POV Life has been pretty unproductive after Selena's crisis. It took me a solid week with the help of Killian to get over the guilt I felt regarding Vanessa's death. He was always there to talk me out of my dark thoughts all the time. I wouldn't have made this amount of progress if he weren't here.  He made me understand that fate can never be bent, and no matter how much I reshaped the situation, Venessa was meant to be out of the picture. That helped me a great deal, although I still missed her.  I missed her smile, I missed staring into her warm brown eyes, I missed how her curly golden hair would bounce around with every movement she made. Heck, I miss everything about her. And if I knew the last time I spent with her would

CELESTE'S POVThe feast was nothing like I had ever seen before. The Moonstone Howl pack also observes the annual Blue Moon's feast, but this is overwhelmingly enormous. The air was vibrating with the beat of drums and murmuring of people. Every single detail was carved to perfection, from the performance stage to the space provided for the populace, every single thing, down to the flowers used, was intentionally chosen. I watched in awe as the performing team moved in perfect sync, their bodies swaying like trees during a windstorm. It's beautiful, mesmerizing even. I have just stepped onto the ceremonial ground, Flora yapping beside me about how this year wasn't as breathtaking as last year's. If this isn't breathtaking, then I might have a heart attack if I see what breathtaking was supposed to look like. My eyes zeroed in on Killian the minute he was within my sight distance, not because I was searching for him and certainly not because I could feel his presence tugging at the