All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The air in the chamber felt heavier than before, as if the stone itself carried the weight of what I had just done. My fingers still tingled where the glyph had burned against my skin, its mark invisible to the eye yet seared into my veins. Thorne’s presence lingered in the back of my mind, no longer a whisper but a shadow that curled itself into every thought. I wanted to breathe freely, but each inhale dragged him deeper into me, binding me to something I couldn’t fully understand or undo.Damian’s eyes followed me like a wolf cornering prey, sharp and furious, though I could see the fracture of fear hidden beneath his anger. His hand hovered near mine, as though he wanted to touch me, to ground me, but recoiled at the memory of the glyph’s glow. “Selena, tell me what you’ve done,” he demanded, his voice raw, half-command and half-plea. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words refused to form, because the truth was too jagged to fit into sound.Thorne’s laughter slithered across my

The silence that followed Elder Rowan’s warning wrapped around me like a shroud, heavy and suffocating. His words about the Council’s reach still echoed in my chest, twisting with every beat of my heart. I had thought the chamber below the Council Hall was a place of secrets, but now it felt more like a graveyard of truths waiting to be exhumed. My fingers still tingled from touching the sealed box, its crest burned into my mind as though branded onto my skin.Angela’s eyes glimmered in the dim torchlight, restless and uncertain as she shifted closer to me. “Selena, we shouldn’t linger here,” she whispered, though her tone betrayed a deeper fear. I could tell she wanted answers as badly as I did, yet the shadows in this room seemed to listen, eager to consume every word. I turned back toward the dais, unwilling to leave when I was this close to unlocking the truth about who I really was.“I can’t leave it behind,” I said, my voice low, steadying against the trembling in my chest. “If t

The chamber’s air pressed heavy on my chest as I stared at the sealed box bearing the burning wolf crest. Its edges glowed faintly, like embers hiding in ash, daring me to touch it. Angela’s hand hovered just above mine, her lips pressed tight, as if she already knew the weight of what waited inside. My heartbeat thrummed against my ribs, loud enough to echo in the stone room, and I swore the flames carved into the crest pulsed in rhythm with it.I knelt before the box, my fingers brushing over the ancient wood, which was warm despite the coldness around us. The heat seemed to seep into my skin, curling up my arm like an unspoken warning. Angela whispered that once opened, there would be no turning back, her voice carrying a tremor she rarely allowed anyone to hear. Yet my body moved without hesitation, compelled by a force older than fear, older even than the name First Flame.When I lifted the lid, a rush of air swirled out, hot and fierce, as though the box itself exhaled after cent

The chamber trembled as Vorian Thane stepped closer, his presence like a storm pressing in on every side. My pulse hammered against my ribs as the shard at my neck pulsed in unison, hot and insistent. Angela’s hand gripped mine, grounding me even as the room seemed to constrict, shadows crawling along the walls like living things. Damian stood a step behind me, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with anger I couldn’t quite name, caught between fear and resolve.Vorian’s silver gaze never wavered. “Do you understand the power you carry?” he asked, voice smooth and lethal. “The Council will claim it if you do not, and I will see to it that your defiance costs you everything.” The words cut through me like ice, sharp and unrelenting, and I could feel the shard against my chest burning brighter, feeding on the tension. My hands tightened around the pendant, drawing a deep breath I didn’t trust myself to fully release.Damian’s voice broke the momentary silence. “You will not touch her. Not now, n

The chamber felt alive with anticipation, the heat from the shard radiating through me like a pulse that refused to be ignored. Every councilor’s gaze weighed heavy, judging, testing, and calculating my every movement. The fire responded to my heartbeat, coiling along my veins, a living entity that demanded obedience yet offered power in return. Angela’s hand on my shoulder grounded me, her presence a reminder that I wasn’t facing this storm alone, though the responsibility rested squarely on my shoulders.Vorian Thane’s silver eyes narrowed as he observed me, every twitch of his hand and shift of his posture radiating threat. “The First Flame cannot be contained by one mortal will,” he said, voice low, deliberate, almost hypnotic. “It will demand more than loyalty—it will demand sacrifice.” I felt the shard pulse hotter, almost in answer, as if it understood the truth behind his words.Damian’s hand hovered near mine, silent support and warning both present in his tense posture. “Reme