Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The whisper echoed long after the ground split beneath her. “Wrong.” It wasn’t a denial—it was a direction. Elthara stumbled as the cradle crumbled to dust and light, her mirrored self vanishing with it, folding into the smoke of all the forgotten versions left behind. The ash beneath her feet grew hotter, pulsing with some buried breath. And then, from the deep below, something stirred—not anger, not memory, but knowing. She stepped toward the crack where that voice had spoken, the burning sentence still woven around her hand like a tether to what was left of truth. “Kael?” she whispered, but the void did not answer in words. Instead, the air shimmered—like someone drawing breath in a world that had long held its lungs. The chasm beneath her yawned open again, not chaotic now, but intentional, a line being drawn between who she had been and what she must now become. A staircase formed from the void—each step a page she had once torn from her soul. Names whispered across them: mothe

Elthara’s lips parted, but no sound came. His name sat like flame on her tongue—too sacred to speak, too dangerous to leave buried. The fire in her chest recognized him first—not as a stranger, but as the first truth she’d ever known. It wasn’t just a name. It was a vow she’d broken.Kael stood behind her, breath caught. The figure before them was not wholly man, not entirely memory. He was something older, shaped by sacrifice and silence.“I thought you were gone,” Elthara whispered. Her voice trembled with reverence, guilt, and fear. The figure didn’t move, but fire surged behind him. “I let you die,” she said louder now. “I let the world forget… because I couldn’t face what I did.”The golden eyes blinked—slow and deliberate. “You didn’t let me die,” he said, voice like embers. “You gave me a choice. And I chose you.” He wasn’t angry—just certain. “But you chose the flame instead of the man.”Kael stood frozen, watching the ruin behind her eyes rise to the surface. Elthara stepped

The world was gone. Not burned. Not broken. Not even dead. Simply… gone. There was no sky, no stone beneath her feet, no breath to draw or wind to carry it. Elthara floated in a realm without shape or time, her limbs weightless, her heart a hollow echo. There were no memories here. No names. Only the silence where something used to be. It wasn’t frightening. It was emptier than fear could comprehend.Then came the footsteps.Not from outside her, but within—faint echoes at first, then louder, closer, until they circled her in rhythmic sequence. With each step, a figure emerged. A version of herself, unchanged by time, unfaded by death. The warrior whose blade gleamed in the twilight of a thousand battles. The flame who once walked through fire and made it kneel. The priestess who whispered to gods in defiance. The child who had no name, only questions. All of them watching her.They formed a ring around her, standing still in the shapeless void. None spoke. They didn’t have to. She

The world was moving without her. Not slowly, not in mourning—but frantically, as if trying to patch the tear her absence had left. Across distant territories, skies dimmed and surged, rivers reversed their course, and wolves woke to dreams not their own. Packs whispered in tongues forgotten by time. Selena, once the Spiral’s chosen flame, felt none of it. She stood outside the weave of fate, watching a world try to remember itself… without her in it.Above the ruined Temple, the lock and the flame-bound guardian circled in rising fury. Without her as their tether, both began to unravel. Fire struck through sky like cracks across glass, while shadows bled from earth as if trying to swallow the flames whole. Kael stood between them, his body trembling from the weight of their pull. “She’s not lost,” he growled through gritted teeth. “She stepped beyond you.” But the Spiral had no balance anymore. Not without its chosen.Deep in the shifting void, Selena wandered past echoes of her fo

The Spiral had quieted—but not stilled.Ashes no longer fell from the skies, yet the ground beneath Elthara’s feet was warm, pulsing with roots that did not belong to any world she remembered. Life stirred in unfamiliar patterns: wolves whose eyes shimmered with stardust, rivers that ran uphill in defiance of memory. The war was over. But the world did not return to what it was. It became something entirely new.She walked the edges of this reborn land with Kael at her side, their steps light, their hearts heavier than silence would admit. Villages once burned now bloomed with spectral flowers. Children born of peace—and of forgetting—played beneath trees no longer named. The Spiral had released its hold, but its echo still shimmered in the air, in the bones of those who survived. Some remembered the gods. Others remembered only her silence.“Do you think they know?” Kael asked quietly, his eyes tracing the distant mountains. “What you became for them?”Elthara shook her head. “They