Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE : Bab 81 - Bab 90

“Dark Hollow has fallen.” The messenger's words echoed through the sanctuary, and for several seconds, nobody moved or spoke. Damian's face became completely still before he grabbed the messenger by the shoulders and demanded, “When did this happen?”“Less than an hour ago,” the messenger gasped, struggling to breathe. “The Devourer came through the northern forest, and nothing could stop it.” His eyes shifted toward me as he added, “The entire pack was forced to evacuate.”Damian released him and turned toward me. I could see the battle already forming inside his eyes, the part of him that wanted to return immediately and the part that understood how dangerous the journey would be. “We leave now,” he said.Vaelgor stepped forward. “You cannot go directly into Dark Hollow.” Damian's jaw tightened. “My pack is there.” Vaelgor nodded. “And that is exactly why you must think before you act.”I stepped between them. “He's right.” Damian looked at me sharply, and I continued before he could

“Welcome home, Selena.” Rowan’s voice carried through the ruined forest, calm and almost gentle, but the blackness surrounding him made every word feel like a threat. I stared at him, unable to reconcile the Elder who had once protected my mother with the creature standing before me, his silver hair stained with darkness and his eyes completely black.Damian stepped in front of me, his body tense as his wolf growled beneath his skin, while Marcus raised his weapon and positioned himself beside him. Rowan smiled at them both before looking back at me, and the black crystal in his hand pulsed with the same dark energy I had felt beneath the mountain. “You should not have come back,” he said quietly, and something inside my chest burned at the sound of his voice.“You betrayed my mother,” I said, forcing myself to remain still despite the rage building inside me. Rowan’s smile disappeared, and for the first time, I saw something that looked almost like regret flash across his face before

My mother's voice echoed inside my mind again, louder this time, and the First Flame immediately responded with a violent pulse that forced me backward. Damian caught me before I fell, but the moment his hands touched my shoulders, the curse around his wolf flared so fiercely that he cried out. I pulled away from him in fear, realizing that whatever was happening inside me was also affecting him.“Selena, don't fight it,” my supposed father said, standing several steps away as Vaelgor watched him with barely controlled fury. I stared at the man who claimed to be my real father, desperate to believe him, but every answer I received only created another question. “If you are truly my father, tell me my mother's name.”His expression softened immediately. “Elena,” he whispered, and my heart stopped because that was the name my mother had used only once, during my childhood, before she told me never to repeat it. Vaelgor suddenly attacked him, but the stranger raised one hand and a wall of

The woman sitting on the ancient throne looked exactly like me, from her silver eyes to the long curls falling over her shoulders, but there was something about her presence that made every instinct inside me scream that she was not human. Asterion stepped backward as if he had seen a ghost, while Vaelgor stared at the woman with an expression I had never seen on his face before. Fear.“You said I was your only daughter,” Vaelgor whispered, and the woman slowly turned her head toward him with a cold smile. “You always did enjoy lying to yourself,” she replied, and the hatred in her voice made the chamber feel colder. I looked between them, realizing that another piece of my history had been hidden from me.“Who are you?” I asked, and the woman rose from the throne with terrifying calmness. She walked toward me until only a few steps separated us, then lifted her hand and touched her own silver eyes. “I am the part of you that your mother could not destroy,” she said. My stomach tighten

I saw Damian standing before an ancient throne three hundred years ago. He was not the Damian I knew, but an ancestor wearing the Blackwood crown, and he was kneeling before my first life while holding a newborn child in his arms. The child had silver eyes, my eyes, and then the ancient Damian looked up at me and said, “Your Majesty, I swear the Blackwood bloodline will protect your children until the final generation.”My first self placed a hand on his head and answered, “Then protect them from Vaelgor.” The memory shattered, and I opened my eyes to find Malachi staring at me in shock. “You were never cursed because of Damian,” I whispered, finally understanding the missing piece, “the curse was created because the Blackwoods were protecting me.”Asterion smiled faintly from behind him and said, “Now you remember.” Malachi's expression twisted with rage as he looked toward the woman, then back at me, and he snapped, “You were never supposed to recover that memory.” The ancient chambe