All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

They say your eighteenth birthday is the most magical day of your life. For a werewolf, it's the moment everything changes—when the bond of fate reveals your true mate. I had imagined it a thousand times. His scent would hit me first, warm and familiar, and he would look at me like I was the only thing that mattered.Instead, when my eyes met Damian Blackwood’s across the crowded clearing, he looked away.I stood frozen in the middle of the Moonfire Ritual, surrounded by lanterns and murmurs, while my heart cracked in silence. The bond hit me like lightning—violent, unrelenting, unmistakable—but he turned his back before I could even breathe his name. No one else seemed to notice the way the air shifted around us, thick with the pull of destiny. Only I stood trembling, waiting for something he had already rejected.I followed him. I don’t know why—I think some desperate part of me still believed he’d explain, that there was something wrong with the bond, not with me. He walked with pur

I didn’t recognize myself in the stillness that followed. My breath came in ragged, trembling bursts, but I no longer felt like prey. Something ancient stirred beneath my skin, coiled and burning, whispering in a voice that didn’t belong to this world. The pain in my chest had vanished, replaced by a hum of power that made the very ground seem to pulse beneath my feet.Elias hadn’t moved from in front of me, his shoulders squared, his eyes locked on Damian like a wolf protecting its own. “You pushed too far,” he said, voice low and thick with warning. “Whatever you unlocked in her—you don’t understand it.” Damian’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak, and that silence told me he finally feared something more than his pride.Angela stepped forward cautiously, her eyes darting between me and the others. “Selena,” she said gently, “do you feel that heat? That pull inside you?” Her hand hovered inches from mine but didn’t touch me. “It’s not just magic—it’s legacy. Your legacy.”My lips part

The air inside the chamber was thick with dust and something older—magic, maybe, or memory. Faded banners hung limp from the walls, their sigils barely visible beneath layers of age and silence. Shelves lined with scrolls and crumbling tomes surrounded a circular stone dais at the center. Strange symbols glowed faintly across the floor, like veins of moonlight trapped in rock.Damian closed the door behind us, and the quiet felt like a held breath. “This is the Council Room of the First Blood,” he said, voice low. “Only those of royal lineage were ever allowed to step inside.” My skin prickled at the word—royal—and the way it seemed to coil around my name.I stepped closer to the dais, drawn by something I couldn’t name. The pendant around my neck pulsed once, a deep throb that echoed in my bones. The moment I reached the center, the sigils flared brighter, bathing me in silver-blue light. Damian didn’t move, just watched with something like reverence… or fear.“What bloodline am I fro

We burst through the trapdoor into the hall above, the stone beneath us trembling like a beast waking from centuries of sleep. Dust rained from the ceiling, mixing with the stale air and the scent of old magic splitting open. I didn’t stop running. I couldn’t. Not when every breath felt like it carried the weight of a thousand eyes watching me burn. Angela slammed the trapdoor shut, then pressed her palm against a rune beside it. The stone sealed itself with a hiss, golden glyphs pulsing once before fading. “That won’t hold them for long,” she muttered, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. Damian’s hand didn’t leave my arm, not even as we turned into the upper halls. “They came through a rift. Someone let them in,” he growled, voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “Someone in this pack.” A corridor I had never seen before opened ahead, lit by flickering sconces. I recognized none of it—not the worn tapestries, not the high ceilings—like this part of the estate had been burie

The sound echoed again, one slow knock that carried through the stone walls like a heartbeat. My lungs tightened as if the air itself was warning me not to answer. Angela’s hand twitched toward her ward, whispering a protection spell under her breath, while Damian shifted, his blade angled low but ready. The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was heavy, expectant, as though the house itself knew who waited on the other side.I took a step forward, though my knees trembled and the fire within my chest begged to be unleashed. Thorne wasn’t forcing his way in. He wasn’t roaring or demanding. He was waiting, letting me decide if I would meet him or hide in shadows. That terrified me more than any threat could, because it meant he already knew my weakness.Damian’s voice cut sharp, low enough to graze my ear. “Don’t open it. Not until I say.” He glanced at me, golden eyes catching the flicker beneath my skin. “He wants you to come to him, but you don’t have to answer. Not on his terms.”