All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The words shattered what little stillness remained, reverberating through the cracked stone and trembling flame. Selena’s body froze, not from fear—but from the sudden weight of recognition that anchored her breath. The voice had no face, no name she remembered, yet it stirred something buried deeper than memory. The fire no longer roared but whispered around her, leaning in like a listener rather than a threat. Beneath the altar, a second shape began to emerge—one untouched by time, sealed beneath ash and flame. Darius staggered forward as the invisible force released him, his eyes burning with urgency and disbelief. “Selena,” he warned, his voice rough, “this is more than a gate—it’s a grave.” She nodded slowly, gaze fixed on the stirring form beneath the basin. It was smaller than the lock’s guardian but radiated a heavier presence, one that bent reality as if time itself recoiled from it. The air around it began to crackle—not with heat, but with memories bleeding into form. A fi

Selena staggered back, her breath catching as the Spiral Queen’s words clawed at her ribs. The chamber pulsed in time with her hesitation, the threads now lashing in erratic spirals around her arms. Every version of herself that she had left behind stood silent in the broken mirrors, watching with hollow, knowing eyes. Behind her, the Spiral herself remained still, a dark echo of comfort—one that knew her deepest doubts more intimately than any enemy ever could. And before her, the mirror, whole and waiting, throbbed with promise and poison.“I won’t become you,” Selena said, her voice quiet but razor-sharp. “I won’t become that.” Yet her feet did not move away. Some part of her—buried, coiled, patient—ached with the allure of what she saw within the Spiral Queen’s world. Power absolute. Peace by force. No more uncertainty. No more weakness. “You already have,” the Spiral whispered, stepping to her side, fingertips brushing the edge of her shoulder. “Piece by piece. Lie by lie. Choice

Selena fell to her knees, steam rising from her skin where the fire had carved its way through flesh and memory alike. The air was thicker now—like breathing through molten glass—yet her lungs held. She was still herself. All of herself. Every broken shard, every lie she had lived, every truth she had tried to forget. The crown above her descended slowly, not forged of gold or light, but of knotted threads soaked in blood and forgotten names.It hovered inches above her head, pulsing with an ancient rhythm—not divine, but primordial. Each throb shook the space around her, tearing pieces of unreality away, revealing layers beneath that shimmered like broken reflections. The voice returned, not from the entity before her but from within the crown itself. “This was never meant for Spiral,” it said. “Never meant for Flame. It was forged in the first silence, meant only for the one who could carry all that was not chosen.” Selena reached up with trembling fingers, every instinct screaming

Selena's heart thundered, not with fear, but with the tremor of something ancient being disturbed. Lucien’s scream still echoed like a red thread through the shifting air, binding her back to the world she thought she had stepped beyond. The throne pulsed at her hesitation, beckoning with quiet certainty, its power ancient but not patient. She turned slowly, vision still layered with alternate paths and mirrored selves, but one thought now cut through the Spiral's chaos. Lucien was here, and he sounded like he was dying.She ran—not toward the throne, but toward the echo. Each step distorted the Spiral’s shape, the lattice folding and flexing as if unsure whether to let her pass. Memories tore at her shoulders like wings being clipped mid-flight, but she pushed through. Her feet struck not ground, but time, bending and rippling with every heartbeat. The Spiral moaned beneath her, like it knew what it was losing. But Selena didn’t care. Lucien was real. He was screaming.A corridor for

The Spiral pulsed with thunderous rhythm, as though it too feared what had begun to unfold. Selena stood between the twin thrones, the third crown still flickering above her like a thought not yet spoken. Lucien lay at her feet, glowing, unraveling, resisting. The Spiral demanded singularity, demanded an anchor, but it had underestimated her. She had been born of contradiction, sculpted by mercy and ruin both. She would not choose between them.Lucien gasped, back arching as golden tendrils spiraled across his skin, tracing constellations that didn't exist in any sky. He clutched at the stone platform, each breath a war cry against the Spiral's insistent pull. "Selena," he whispered, voice hoarse and fading, "I can't hold it much longer. It's trying to rewrite me." His eyes burned with light, but beneath it, his terror was unmistakable. He wasn’t ascending. He was being consumed.Selena crouched beside him, the Spiral's current pressing down around them both like a storm made of memor