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

The Architect watched her in silence, its silver-white gaze unblinking. The forest had stilled, the sky above still cracked and bleeding twilight. Selena rose slowly, Lucien’s hand steady beneath her trembling fingers. Her breath felt too loud in the hush that followed the doppelgänger’s fall. All that remained of that false self had stitched itself back into the earth, as if never there. But Selena still felt her—within her bones, her blood, her breath. A wound sealed, but never forgotten.“You endured,” the Architect said again, its voice rolling like thunder beneath water. “You stood in the mirror and did not shatter.” It descended another step, robes trailing into the void beneath its feet. With every movement, reality twisted slightly around it, as if the world had to recalibrate in its presence. “Now you must walk the path none have survived. The Shattered Path. It is the only way forward. The only way to meet what wakes.” Selena’s jaw tightened. “The Devourer.”A ripple of cold

The realm shuddered beneath their feet, as if unsure which version of reality to hold. The red-cloaked Selena stepped forward, her presence bending the air like a forge reshaping steel. Her eyes remained locked on Selena’s, not with malice, but with something worse—recognition. She wasn’t threatening violence. She was offering inevitability.Selena gripped Lucien’s hand tighter, grounding herself in the weight of his warmth. Around them, the cracked sky pulsed like a living wound, the Devourer coiled beside the other Selena like a pet that had tasted too many suns. “Why now?” she asked, her voice barely holding steady. “Why reveal yourself only after everything’s burned?” The other shrugged, a tired grace in her posture. “Because now you’re close enough to understand.”The red-cloaked figure’s steps made no sound as she circled the clearing, fingers grazing the ash-white bark of a nearby tree. “There is no peace without dominance. No future unless someone claims it with both hands and

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,