All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

For several seconds, I could not understand what I was seeing because Damian was standing in front of me, yet every instinct inside my body was screaming that the man I loved had disappeared. His silver eyes held no trace of the warmth I knew, and the ancient power surrounding him made even Malachor remain completely still. I wanted to run toward him, but the memory of Malachor's warning stopped me.“Damian,” I whispered, hoping the sound of his name would reach whatever part of him was still buried beneath the awakening. He looked at me without blinking, and when he finally spoke, his voice carried two different tones at once, one belonging to Damian and the other belonging to something impossibly old. “You should not have remembered me,” he said, and the words sent a cold shiver through me.My heart tightened because those words were almost identical to what the ancient Blackwood Alpha had said when he first appeared. The First King slowly lowered his head, and I realized he was not

The moment the black Flame reignited inside my chest, pain tore through me so violently that I fell against Damian before I could stop myself. He caught me immediately, wrapping one arm around my waist while the ancient version of me watched from across the chamber with an expression that was almost unbearably sad. The black fire inside me did not feel like darkness, because beneath the coldness there was something familiar, something that felt like a part of myself that had been waiting for centuries to return.“Who are you?” I asked the woman standing before me, even though some part of me already knew the answer. She slowly approached until only a few steps separated us, and when she looked into my eyes, I felt memories that did not belong to Selena Cross beginning to surface. “I am the woman you were before you allowed yourself to forget,” she said.Damian tightened his hold on me. “If you're Selena, then why does she look different?” he asked, and the woman looked at him with an e

The moment Eryndor stepped into the silver Flame, the entire chamber shook so violently that I nearly lost my balance, and the sound of the mountain screaming around us made it difficult to hear anything else. Silver fire rose around Eryndor's body without burning him, wrapping around his arms, chest, and face as though the Flame itself were testing whether he belonged inside it. Damian grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the edge of the chamber while Aurelius moved in front of us, his black markings glowing as he prepared himself for whatever came next.Eryndor lifted his arms, and the silver Flame immediately surged toward him as though he had finally found what he had spent centuries searching for. His face changed as the light entered his body, shifting between the man I remembered from my ancient memories and something much older that had no place in a human form. “At last,” he whispered, and his voice carried through the chamber with enough force to make the ancient walls tre

Aurelius slowly stood and looked at the man who had created him. “You created my body,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion, “but you never created my choices.” Malachor rose beside him and looked directly at Eryndor. “And you will not decide what happens to us anymore.”Eryndor looked toward me, and the fury in his eyes was slowly replaced by fear. “Selena,” he said, suddenly sounding less like a god and more like the frightened man who had once realized he could no longer control what he had created. “You don't understand what will happen if you destroy me.”“I am not destroying you,” I replied. I raised my hand toward the ancient prison, and the symbols across the walls suddenly disappeared as the enormous doors surrounding the chamber began closing for the first time in centuries. Eryndor screamed as the silver Flame dragged him toward the center of the prison, while Aurelius, Malachor, Damian, and Elara watched without trying to save him.Then the ground beneath us split open.

Aurelius immediately stepped forward. “Then they will die with him.” “Not if Selena chooses correctly.”Malachor stared at him. “What does that mean?” The stranger looked directly at me. “The Flame can separate what belongs to Eryndor from what he stole.”I felt my heartbeat quicken. “Then why hasn't it done that already?” “Because you have not chosen to make it happen.” I shook my head. “The Flame doesn't obey commands.”A faint smile appeared on his face. “Exactly.” I finally understood what the Flame had been trying to teach me. It had never been waiting for a ruler to command it; it had been waiting for someone willing to accept responsibility for what happened next.I turned toward Eryndor, who was watching me from inside the prison. His expression had changed, and beneath the anger I saw something that looked disturbingly like fear. “Selena,” he said quietly, “don't believe him.”I looked at him. Eryndor lowered his head before raising his eyes again. “He is not telling you every