Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Cursed Twain: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

CELESTE’S POVA blinding light covered the entire room, so bright that I could barely see anything else but the white light. I shield my eyes with my hands from the light, which was causing an intense pain in my eyes. I have no idea what the heck was going on. Couldn't I have asked the witches what to expect when I was in front of him? I guess it’s too late to do that now. “Trust your instincts.” I chanted in my head as I let the light engulf me, the growling of the wolf growing louder and louder. If the guards at the door could hear these disturbing sounds, then it would be a matter of seconds before they came barging in to figure out what was happening. But thankfully, it was a dream; it made absolute sense that they didn’t bother with curiosity. I don’t know how long we stood there, but when the light finally subsided enough for me to lift my shield away from my eyes, I realized I wasn’t the only one affected by the light. Malthus' wolf was growling in pain and not fury. The ligh

CELESTE'S POVI stood frozen in horror. It clicked in everyone's head all at the same time. What the wolf wanted was the moonstone, and I was currently holding the moonstone. To add to that, I stood closest to the portal. I have the knack for reacting the slowest to situations. Logan, Kaiden, and Victor all jolted forward, their voices intertwining as they all yelled my name. Before I could react, the wolf's jaws snapped shut mere inches away from my face, and that was only because Kaiden had managed to push me out of the way just in time. I fell to the ground with so much force that it knocked the air out of my lungs. I gasped and attempted to sit up, but there was no time to do anything else as the wolf bounced forward yet again, moving toward my stretched hand that held onto the pulsing moonstone. I succeeded in moving out of the way just in time, but the wolf was relentless. He reached for me again before anyone could reach us and pinned me to the ground, his razor-sharp claws

CELESTE’S POVI looked around at my body, trying to see if any part was missing. The energy the moonstone sucked out of me had me crumbling to the ground in seconds. I inwardly ticked off the boxes in my head, and when I made sure every part of me was intact, I looked up toward Malthus, expecting to see a wolf taking a stance and ready to attack, but instead, it was an entirely different thing. “Killian!” I had the first glimpse of the wolf transforming midair, as the body hit the harsh-looking ceiling and bounced back to the ground. I just knew, deep down in me, that it couldn't be Malthus. The life-threatening situation must have made Malthus recoil away and let Killian take a bit of control in fear of getting hurt. The coward! The audacity of the coward! “Killian!” I yelled again, this time my voice croaked, and tears were streaming down my cheek, blurring my vision. I threw myself off the floor beside him the minute I reached where he lay flat and motionless on the floor. I sc

SAM’S POV“About damn time!” I yelled when Celeste began to stir in her sleep. The beast was slowly regaining its consciousness; the witches had informed us it would transform back into a werewolf and would try to get us all killed as it had been angered. So we waited for it to fully get in shape. You might wonder why we didn't just kill it while it was still vulnerable. Well, it turns out that will also mean killing Killian. So we have to wait for it to dominate the entire body before we strike. We were all ready, not sure what we would be facing this time around, but we were ready nonetheless. The only person who wasn’t ready, apart from Malthus, was Celeste. She had passed out more than an hour ago. I have tried to take her back to her room thinking it wasn’t ideal for her to be here since she was unconscious. But the witches were adamant that she stay back. They claimed her presence was needed to do away with Malthus, as this was the “final battle,” as they called it. So I move

CELESTE'S POVI screamed with every fibre of my being, not because I was scared of the harm he could cause but because I was prepared and motivated to face whatever he was going to inflict. His sharp razor-like teeth laced around the moonstone, biting into my fingers in the process but the pain was simply nothing in comparison to the sheer fury I was feeling. I would not let him win. Malthus would not take control of my world. Fuelled by those words, I somehow managed to yank my hand away from his mouth, the moonstone still intact but I wasn't sure about my fingers. He doesn't give me time to celebrate that, he went for my hand again, roaring and diddging his claws into my skin. I would not let him win. I would never let him take control. "I will not let you gain a victory against me!!!" I roared with all my might, managing to push him off me. I jolted up and bolted toward the nearest exit. I need to get the moonstone as far away from him as I can. But I merely took two steps befo