All Chapters of The Alpha's Fated Desire: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

{Dominic}Varen flexed his newly grown fingers, admiring them like they were jewels and not the result of a severed limb seconds ago. A little roll of his shoulder, a dramatic sigh, and then—"That all you got?" he asked. "You really thought a little dismemberment would do the trick?"He chuckled, low and slow, and strolled a few steps toward me, his feet crunching over ruined stone with ease."Come on, Dominic. Hit me again." He slapped his chest with both palms. "Right here. I won’t even move. Promise.”His grin widened. “Hell, I’ll even spot you a few.”I knew he was lying.Didn’t matter, but I paused, even if only for a second, and stared at him. Not at the blood still drying on his lips, or the golden gleam of power behind his smug eyes. I stared through all of that.“I never wanted this,” I said.Varen tilted his head, mockingly curious.“I wanted peace. A future for my sister. My pack, my friends… even that traitor, Ryker. But you. You made sure I’d never have that.”He offered

{Lyra}Everything was glowing.The light around me pulsed like a heartbeat, filled with warmth… but it couldn’t hide the stillness pressing into my skin. My body didn’t ache anymore. The curse was gone.But still… I was shaking.My knees dipped, hands scrabbling weakly against the earth until they found what I didn’t want to find. My fingers tangled in long hair, then cool skin, fabric soaked in what could be sweat.My breath caught in my chest, and I refused to say why.The world didn’t feel real yet.Not the silence. Not the stillness. I moved as if I was in a dream, aware of every beat of my heart but none of it fully my own.There was life in me again… but there was dread too. An echo, like something had been taken and my soul felt the absence.I opened my eyes slowly.And looked down at her.My mother.Eliza.She lay cradled in the still-burning center of the dome, her face turned slightly to the side, lips parted as if she were whispering some final incantation I had been too l

{Lyra)The flame spread up his bleeding stomp before dying out.And this time… it stayed that way… for a bit at least.It was healing, but slower. At a snail's pace compared to before.He noticed too.Varen stared at the wound with a snarl contorting his face. His body trembled like he couldn’t understand what had happened."HOW?!" he roared.I grinned, pushing a bloodied strand of hair behind my ear. “I guess you’ll never know.”His face darkened, his golden eyes narrowed into slits. Yet I could feel all the malice in his gaze.Then he lunged.And we met him in kind.Meeting in claws, fists and spells. But there was a difference now. He wasn’t taking the hits like he used to. Gone was the overconfident tanking, the smug walk-through-fire persona.Now he was dodging. Deflecting. Blocking.And it was almost… ironic. Because the moment he began to defend himself like the rest of us, the pressure lifted slightly.He moved differently now. Still fast. Still brutal. But less reckless. And

{Ryker}“Reina!” I called out, voice cracking under the pressure.No answer came. Only more chaos.The wolves scattering only made it worse. I sprinted through the battleground… what was left of it at least in the direction of the sound.I didn’t care if any of them would use this moment to attack me.All I could think was that maybe she was in trouble. Maybe she needed me, and maybe — just maybe — this time I wouldn’t fail her. Maybe I’d get to tell her that I was sorry. That I never stopped thinking about her. That I never meant to let things fall apart. That even as a traitor, I still loved her. I did it all… for her.I crashed through a wall of low branches, heart pounding louder as I raced deeper into the woods. Where Varen and Dominic had just passed.I dreaded every second of anticipation. Had she been attacked by a Corrupted beast? Did the warriors miss any?A thousand and one excuses bloomed in my mind as I thought of what I would say. A faint curl played on my lips.‘Maybe s

{Lyra}For the longest time, he didn’t say a word.But then… Varen’s voice responded from everywhere around us."I do not feel sorry for whatever I've done."His words were flat. Measured. Not the rant of a madman, nor the plea of someone cornered. It was a declaration carved from conviction.Like he was reassuring us of who he was.He continued: "I have always been the one steadily clawing to the top. I reached the very end. I didn’t think I needed anyone... and truly I didn’t. Because now I see it. No matter what, the universe will still try to stop me.”He paused, drawing his words out. “...and I refuse to let it."The wind whispered around us, carrying the weight of his defiance.There was a flicker in his eye.Not desperation.But the dark gleam of resolve.That glint spoke a truth he hadn’t voiced, as if to say: Even if I die, I’ll take one of you with me.Dominic stepped forward. He didn’t snarl. Didn’t growl.He simply said, “You will never succeed. And like all your plots bef