All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Darkness swallowed the Hall so completely that I couldn't even see my own hands. The crimson glow from the Heart Seal had vanished, leaving only the smell of scorched stone and the echo of my mother's final words. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I forced myself to stay still instead of giving in to panic.A cold draft swept across the chamber, carrying ash and ancient dust with it. Somewhere ahead, heavy footsteps broke the silence, each one slow and deliberate as though the stranger had no reason to hurry. Whoever had entered knew exactly where they were going, and that realization unsettled me more than the darkness itself."Ardan," I called quietly. "Hunter?" My voice echoed through the chamber before disappearing into the vast emptiness. For one long moment, neither guardian answered, and I felt an uncomfortable knot tighten in my chest.Then a deep growl rolled through the Hall from my left. It was Ardan, low and threatening, followed almost immediately by the Hunter's deafen

The moment I recognized the man at the front of the formation, every thought in my mind came to a halt. He stood with quiet confidence, his dark ceremonial armor reflecting the crimson glow rising from the broken Heart Seal. The silver markings across his chest matched the symbols engraved on the Chains of Judgment, but it was his face that unsettled me most."Elder Rowan?" I whispered.The words escaped before I could stop them. My heart refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. The man who had guided me since my return to Dark Hollow, the one who had spoken of balance and restraint, now stood at the head of warriors carrying weapons meant to imprison the Flame.The warriors spread through the Hall with practiced discipline, forming a wide circle around the shattered seal. None of them looked at the Devourer clawing its way from the abyss. Their attention remained fixed on me, as though I alone mattered. That frightened me more than the monster beneath the mountain.Rowan slowly re

The voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once. It wasn’t the doppelgänger’s, nor Selena’s—it threaded between them, older than memory, yet intimate like breath in her ear. The temple shuddered as if it, too, recognized the speaker. Selena’s spine locked straight, heart thudding like a war drum. Even the copies—the unreal Selens—froze, their eyes blinking in strange, stunned rhythm.Her doppelgänger stiffened, gaze darting upward toward the shattered sky. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she muttered, a crack forming in her voice for the first time. Around them, the stars twisted violently, breaking formation like scattered glass. Selena stared hard at her twin, then back at the roiling heavens. “What did you bring with you?” she demanded, voice tight. The double only shook her head slowly. “Not me. Not this time.”Lucien stepped beside Selena, his sword now faintly glowing in response to the pulse of the Spiral still alive in her chest. “If it’s not her… then what the hell is

The staircase spiraled into infinity, each step a thread unraveling from the fabric of reality. Selena descended slowly, her breaths shallow, the silence around her oppressive yet sacred. Lucien’s footsteps followed close behind, steady but cautious, as if afraid the path might vanish beneath them. The twin moved ahead without pause, her silhouette glowing faintly in the pale light. The Spiral pulsed beneath Selena’s skin, not as a guide, but as something holding its breath.At the bottom, there was no chamber, no floor—only endless whiteness stretched like a veil over something deeper. The air was neither warm nor cold but buzzing with presence, like a storm coiled into stillness. It was not a place made for mortals, but for decisions older than time. In that weightless silence, every breath felt borrowed, every step a challenge to fate itself. The Spiral’s energy stirred, waiting, not to lead—but to be led.The twin stopped and raised the mirror, which shimmered as it floated betwee

The two Spirals pulsed in unrelenting opposition—one brilliant and deliberate, the other unstable, unraveling like a wound torn open too soon. Beneath Selena’s feet, the temple vibrated, as though the world itself were unsure which thread of fate to follow. Her Spiral burned golden, steady, forged from every choice she had bled for. But the other surged with chaos and memory, a twisted echo of her regrets. It wasn’t just a parasite. It was her.Lucien stood rigid beside her, his expression taut with fear and awe. He looked at both Spirals, but his gaze returned always to her, the real her, the one he believed in. “They’re both from you,” he said, voice quiet but heavy with knowing. “One you made. The other… you survived.” He stepped forward, but his hands trembled.Selena nodded, her throat dry as ash. “It’s the part of me I buried,” she murmured. “The guilt. The grief. The rage I never let out.” The second Spiral writhed behind the reflection that now emerged from its core—her twin,