Alle Kapitel von THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

The figure stepped completely into the chamber, and the air became so heavy that even breathing felt difficult. I watched the faceless being move toward us while Damian remained beside me, his body tense and his golden eyes fixed on the stranger. Around us, the ancient warriors, Seraphine, the First Alpha, and even Asterion had lowered themselves to the ground, leaving me standing as the only person who had not bowed.“Why is everyone afraid of him?” I asked, but no one answered. The figure stopped several feet away from me, and although it had no visible eyes, I felt its attention settle directly on my soul. “Because I am the one who existed before your kingdom, before the Council, and before the bloodlines you believe you created.”My First Flame reacted violently the moment he spoke. I pressed a hand against my chest as memories began pushing against the walls of my mind, but this time they were not memories of Selena Cross or even the First Queen. They belonged to something older,

Elara's voice continued echoing through the sealed chamber, and I felt my entire body go cold as the meaning of her words settled over me. I had spent centuries believing that my memories were taken because the Council feared my power, but now I was beginning to understand that my mother had made a choice long before I ever became Selena Cross. The woman who looked like me stood several steps away, watching my reaction with an expression filled with sadness, while Damian kept one hand firmly around mine.“Mother divided your soul because she knew what would happen if you remembered everything,” the shadow woman said. I stared at her, unable to decide whether I wanted to believe her, because every revelation about my past had been followed by another secret that changed what I thought I knew. “Then tell me the truth,” I demanded, and the woman slowly nodded.“She did not divide your soul to weaken you,” she explained. “She divided it because the First King had discovered that Eryndor co

I froze when I heard my mother's voice coming from beneath the staircase, because I had spent years believing Elara was either dead or lost beyond the reach of this world. Damian stood beside me, his hand still wrapped around mine, while Eryndor remained above the throne watching the staircase with an expression I had never seen on his face before. For the first time since Eryndor appeared, he looked uncertain.“Mother?” I called, and my voice echoed into the darkness. No answer came immediately, but a faint silver glow appeared at the bottom of the stairs, growing brighter with every second. Aurelius moved closer to me while the shadow woman stared downward, tears slowly forming in her eyes.“She is really there,” the shadow woman whispered. The First King looked at her sharply and asked how she could know that, but she did not answer because the silver glow had already begun moving toward us. A figure slowly appeared at the bottom of the staircase, and although her face was older tha

I could barely breathe as I stared at Damian, because the man standing in front of me looked familiar and completely different at the same time. The silver fire surrounding his body had disappeared, but the ancient crown remained above his head, suspended like it had been waiting centuries for him to awaken. My mother stood several steps away with fear written across her face, while the First King remained on his knees as though he had just witnessed the return of something he had once sworn never to see again.“Damian?” I whispered, taking a cautious step toward him. His eyes followed me, one silver and one gold, but there was no anger in his expression and no sign that he had completely lost himself. Instead, he looked confused, almost frightened, as though he was trapped behind his own eyes and struggling to understand what was happening inside him.“Selena,” he said again, and this time his voice sounded like his own. I released the breath I had been holding and moved closer, but t

The voice beneath Dark Hollow had barely finished speaking when the ground beneath my feet split open, sending a violent tremor through the chamber. Damian grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the widening crack while Aurelius moved toward us, his face pale as black smoke continued pouring from the darkness below. My mother stood completely still, staring into the opening as though she had been waiting for this moment for centuries.“Malachor,” I repeated, because hearing the name from Damian had made something inside me recognize it even though I had never consciously heard it before. Elara closed her eyes and whispered that Malachor was the reason she had divided my memories and hidden the shadow woman from me. Then she looked at me and admitted, “He is the one thing your ancient self could not destroy.”The First King raised his sword as a deep growl rolled through the chamber. “You told us the prison contained the First Flame,” he said, and Elara shook her head. She explained tha