All Chapters of The Alpha's Fated Desire: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

{Dominic}The crash of our clash echoed through the fractured halls of the manor. Stone cracked under my claws as I drove Jacob back, my half-Lycan form snarling with the force of a storm. His hood had been thrown back during the fight, and in the flicker of light, I caught the gleam of his unnatural, molten gold eyes that were threaded with shadows. I swung my clawed hand, aiming to tear across his chest, but he slid under my arm with fluid, inhuman speed. His fist shot upward, glowing with dark magic, and when it connected with my ribs, pain lanced through me like fire. I stumbled, tasting blood, and soon realized that he wasn’t just using the dark magic to cast spells; he had woven it into his very bones.“Surprised?” Jacob sneered, circling me. His movements were too sharp, too measured for any natural wolf. “This is what happens when you stop fearing the dark and start embracing it.”I lunged again, the marble floor cracking under my feet. My claws grazed his shoulder, ripping f

{Lyra}Kael laid Dominic carefully on the bed we shared, his large frame moving with surprising gentleness for a warrior. I hurried to his side, my heart clenching at the sight before me.His face had gone pale, almost ashen, and the steady rhythm of his chest looked weaker with each breath. Dark veins had already begun to creep outward from the wound at his side, spreading across his torso like roots of a very familiar corruption. My hands glowed faintly as I pressed them against his wound, whispering the incantation I’d used before. Light flared beneath my palms, but it was like holding back a flood with a handful of sand. Still, I refused to stop. “You’re not leaving me,” I whispered fiercely, leaning closer. “Do you hear me, Dominic? You’re not allowed to leave me here all alone.”Kael hovered at the side of the bed, his face torn between guilt and fear. He said nothing, only clenched his fists at his sides as if punishing himself for every moment Dominic suffered.Minutes stret

{Dominic}The northern forest was deathly still when we arrived. Snow clung to the pines in heavy drifts, muffling every sound except the crunch of boots and the low breaths of wolves. Brannic moved ahead of us, his hands bound in chains of silver light that Lyra had woven. I stopped beside him at the edge of the clearing, eyes narrowing. “You’re certain this is it?”Brannic’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “This is the place.” His voice was hoarse, threaded with a fear he tried and failed to hide. “Ryker doesn’t move his base often. It’s here.”A grunt rumbled out of me as I turned my gaze forward.The structure loomed from the trees like the bones of some long-dead beast. An abandoned castle, its stone walls blackened with moss and shadow, half-swallowed by creeping ivy. Towers stretched high into the mist, cracked and jagged at the edges, their windows dark voids that seemed to watch us. Even the forest around it seemed to recoil, the trees leaning away as if unwilling to brush a

{Dominic}The moment my claws grazed the edge of Jacob’s chest, his body twisted with inhuman speed. Black veins writhed beneath his skin, pumping corruption through him like molten tar. His laughter slithered into my ears, cruel and sharp.“You should have stayed in the manor, Alpha,” he hissed, blocking my strike with a ripple of shadow that solidified like iron. “This place will be your tomb.”I snarled roughly, straight from my throat as my instincts surged. This wasn’t some friendly spar where I could afford to play strategy games; this was a real battle, and one I needed to win. I lunged again with everything inside me—muscle, fury, bloodlust. My claws shredded through the air, fast and unrelenting.The chamber shook under the collision. Each blow between us cracked like thunder, his shadows rising in jagged walls to block me, my strength tearing through them with sheer force. Sparks of black fire hissed against my skin, blistering where they touched, but I kept going. Pain was

{Lyra}The last disciple shrieked as my vines dragged him down into the ruptured stone, his cries swallowed by the roots. The chamber was finally silent—at least for a breath. My chest heaved, my hands blazing with gold, sweat beading across my forehead.That was when the air shifted.The warmth of my magic faltered against a wave of cold so sharp it stabbed right into my lungs. I froze. My instincts screamed, and before I even thought, I threw up a barrier. A dome of golden light snapped around me.The impact came a split second later.A bolt of darkness slammed against the shield with a sound like splitting glass. My body jolted as though I’d been struck by a runaway car. The barrier cracked under the pressure, flinging me back through the air. My spine jarred as I hit the stone floor and slid, sparks skittering beneath me.I coughed hard, my ribs protesting as I forced myself upright. My eyes darted toward the source.A figure stepped into the chamber, hulking, monstrous—half-wolf,