All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Author The night arrived slowly to the Lannister estate, not in darkness, in a reddish hush, deep and heavy and quail-like, as though the air itself were waiting.The clouds were thin to-night, and on them the Blood Moon was swollen and looming above the treeline. Its color leaked over the windows, and the marble floors were blazed with rust. Three souls kept their house sleeping, but hearing this same beat of feet coming nearer.RainRain woke to fire.The dream was as sticky as ash to her skin, Kol was on his knees, his chest stabbed through by a black spear, and behind him stood Emory, with his eyes flaming gold.She jumped and sat up, her flesh covered with sweat. It was a heartbeat though she fancied that despite the dream the dream had pursued her into reality and that her room was dimly lit in red, the blood-coloured sky in her dream.Her pulse stuttered. The air was wrong. Heavy. Watching.Her legs fell out of the bed and she walked to the window. The glass was cold, and as s

KolIt was late in the morning, or at least it seemed to be.The estate was still burning. The eastern wall produced smoke, which was very long and sickly, and stuck to your clothes and could not be removed. The garden that had been the secure home of Rain was now a cemetery of smouldering roots and shattered rock. My house, my heritage, resembled an old war scene: broken windows, dead men, and the too heavy silence. They said dawn meant renewal. But death and ash were all that I could smell.There were too many ghosts in the courtyard, but they were not literal. These were alive men and women that would not even look at me straight. Guards, healers, servants, all of them whispering behind hands, their voices soft as the wind that carried our ruin.I heard the words again and again, the new name they’d given her: The Bloodseer.They said it with reverence and fear in equal measure.I didn’t correct them. I couldn’t.From the balcony above, I saw them carry what was left of the dead

AgathaTo me, it felt as though the walls were screaming. But the thing is, they weren’t screaming with voices, they were screaming with the kind of sound that comes when something old and terrible finally awakens after being asleep for too long. I blocked the noise by pressing my hands over my ears but it was to no avail. The sound of the gunfire above, the sound of war all around the Lannister estate.I could see smoke rising up through the corridor ceilings, thick smoke. And somewhere above, I could hear the sound of glass shattering. Somewhere else as well, I could hear someone screaming a name that wasn’t mine.I sat in the dark of the servant tunnels, drawing my knees to my chest, and holding tight the medallion until it was hot against my palm. The medallion was now cracked, leaving its once smooth surface leaking wisps of black smoke. I watched the smoke curl upwards like a vein and there and then, I thought it formed words.It is not too late.I did not know if it was whisper

EliasWhen the fire had died, the stench of smoke still lingered.It was still a graveyard, broken windows, burned land, and the music of generators in the distance, the ones that were not expected to be out of a war zone even in the dawn. I was standing on the end of the northern wall, which was once the northern wall, and was watching the drone team take off, its camera flashing a small red as it flew into the mist.Half the courtyard was gone.The rest was ash and silence.The Lannister estate had stood for nearly three centuries — old stone blended with new steel, a monument to control. Now it looked like the past had come back to eat it alive.Rain had done this.No — Rain’s power had done this.And I didn’t know which version terrified me more.I adjusted the earpiece in my comm, trying to ignore the static. “Report, South Perimeter.”A voice crackled through — Sergeant Inez, her tone sharp despite exhaustion.“Eastern flank holding. We’ve got twenty-three confirmed dead, thirty

AuthorThe forest was quiet, like only old ruins can be. It was like the kind of silence where everything holds its breath.Emory could see mist hanging on the broken arches of the long gone fortress. Then climbing the stones like some kind of twisted vines were black roots. Another thing he noticed while on the move, was the red light from the Blood Moon that had found its way through holes in the ceiling, which in turn painted the ruins in a mix of fire and dried blood.Ronan walked ahead, silent and steady. His hand rested easy on his sword hilt, but it was obvious no blade would help him here.Emory followed, tense, every sense on edge. His breath puffed out in clouds, even with the warm ground heat. The deeper they went, the thicker the air got, full of iron and rot smells."Where are you taking me?" he asked. His voice came out small, lost in the stone echoes.Ronan waited a beat before answering, his tone full of respect… and a hint of fear."To him," he said flat out.They cam