All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Selena’s hand hovered just inches from the child’s fingers, the pull between them a tide of magic and memory so deep it felt like drowning. Her breath caught in her chest, as if inhaling might shatter the fragile stillness that held them suspended. She wasn’t afraid of the child—she was afraid of what touching it would confirm. That everything she had fought to become was only one echo in a chorus of fates she could not outrun. But her fingers moved anyway, drawn forward not by will—but inevitability.The moment their skin touched, the chamber exploded into silence. Not the absence of sound—but the stripping of all things: breath, weight, thought. Selena blinked, and in place of stone and mirrors, she saw lives flash like stars—brief, burning, and gone. A soldier crowned in ruin. A child queen drowned in blood. A shadow that wore her face but none of her mercy. They passed through her, not as visions, but as truths.When she landed, she was no longer in the Spiral. The world around he

The silence between Selena and the shadow thickened like congealed smoke. It stood there, barely a breath away, echoing her shape but cloaked in something ancient and raw. Its presence was a wound reopened, bleeding memories she had tried to abandon in the Spiral. Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs, a desperate rhythm that made her skin feel too tight. Across from her, it waited—not as an enemy, but as a consequence.“I didn’t come here to fight you,” Selena said, her voice rough from dust and dread. “I came to find what I lost.” The shadow tilted its head with eerie familiarity, as if amused. “Then why did you cast me off when you chose the Spiral?” it asked, voice layered with sorrow. “You didn’t ascend—you amputated.”The mirrors lining the chamber trembled, each version of her frozen mid-expression. Some reached out, others recoiled, but none moved. The Warden had vanished, leaving only echoes of its presence stitched into the air. Behind her, the child remained perfectly stil

Selena’s breath caught as the question rippled through her, deeper than thought, older than memory. The Spiral had stopped asking for her strength—it was asking for her will. She looked around the chamber, the flames casting long shadows on the still pool beneath her. Everything here pulsed with origin, as if time folded in on itself at this root. And before her, the man waited—neither threat nor savior, but something far more dangerous: a mirror she hadn’t seen before.“I remember your face,” she said slowly, voice edged in disbelief. “But not your name.” His smile faded, and in its place came a grief so vast it bent the air. “That’s because you gave it to me,” he answered. “You tore it from your soul to bind the Spiral shut.” Selena’s knees weakened. It wasn’t a metaphor. The price had always been blood and name, a forgetting that protected the world—and cursed her to repeat.He stepped forward, not touching her, but close enough that their auras touched—his a chill, hers a blaze. “

The voice echoed like a breath held too long, stretched between dimensions, neither threat nor invitation—but something deeper. Selena rose slowly from Lucien’s arms, legs unsteady beneath her. The stars above pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, but her gaze was fixed on the silhouette now forming at the horizon’s edge. It moved like water in reverse, darkness slipping backward into light, revealing a figure wrapped in flame and shadow. Herself—yet not.Lucien stood beside her, hand hovering at her back. “Is that... you?” he asked, voice low.Selena didn't answer right away. Her other self stepped closer, bare feet never quite touching the plane. She was formed of molten gold and obsidian fire, her eyes void-black, rimmed in the very silver of the Heartstone’s last breath. The figure cocked her head and smiled. I am what you would become if you chose to ascend. If you gave up the ache of flesh and memory and became flame alone.Selena’s lips parted, breath shallow. “And if I don’t?”

The forest writhed with pressure as if the sky itself had dropped lower, breathing against their skin. Selena stood at the heart of the storm—Adrian twitching in her arms, Lucien braced at her side, and the returned dead swaying beneath the grasp of blackened roots. The doppelgänger no longer smirked. It watched her with gleaming hunger, its eyes now mirrors that showed not her face—but her failures, each flickering like dying stars.“I won’t let them fall again,” Selena whispered. Her voice was not a vow—it was an invocation. Her hands surged with flame, golden and wild, fueled by fury, guilt, and something deeper: love that never died. She pressed her palm to Adrian’s chest, where the shadow had nearly reached his heart. Her light met the darkness—and stalled. For a breathless second, the corruption refused to yield. Then Adrian screamed—and the ground fractured beneath them.A column of searing white shot up from where he lay, and for a heartbeat, Adrian vanished within it. The ret