Todos los capítulos de Remnants of Alpha's blood : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Nights in Russia moved like shadows, slow, stretched, and silent. I barely slept, constantly waking up in intervals, tangled in my thoughts. But I was safe now. Luthor wasn't here to hurt me.I had been rescued from everything that once threatened me. This place,this mansion, felt like paradise. Yet, my soul remained restless. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was still caged, just in a prettier prison.When morning finally came, it rose not in warmth but in silver light. The Russian dawn was nothing like that of Ukraine. The chill lingered in the air like an unspoken warning, but inside the mansion, it was warm. A soft, golden warmth that shielded me from the biting cold outside. Even the sunlight that poured through the frosted windows seemed proud, as if the land itself was watching.I stepped into the bathroom to cleanse away the remnants of last night’s unease. The space wasn’t like Luthor’s luxurious palace. No, this bathroom was carved in old stone and polished marble. It was

We spent days no, lifetimes, in the woods.Each one bled into the next, as if time itself had gotten lost between the trees.The air was thick with silence. Not peace, but the kind of silence that screamed. That stalked you like a predator. That made your every breath feel like a crime.Every path I took led me to the cold stare of something wild.Sometimes an animal.Sometimes… a memory.I should have been scared.I was scared.But not of the woods.I was scared of my thoughts.Of the truth unraveling inside me.I had run from Luthor.I believed he murdered my parents. Believed he destroyed Setvastl.But it was all a twisted performance, perfectly executed by Lucien.A lie dressed in the flesh of truth.And I bought every word of it.Now, regret follows me like a shadow.What if I had stayed? What if I had listened?Luthor may still be hiding something, but… he didn’t sacrifice me when he had the chance.He didn’t hurt me when he had every reason to.And here I was, hidden beneath ro

I woke to silence.Not the kind that brings peace. But the kind that hangs heavy, like ash after fire. My body ached. My skin was cold. And when I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me wasn’t the forest or the sky. It was marble.Smooth. Polished. Familiar.I sat up slowly, a gasp catching in my throat.No...This place. These walls, this airIt wasn't cold, it didn't give out scent of horror.It was different it was Ukraine.Not the war-torn fragments, but the hidden heart of it. The private corridors. The haunting stillness. The cold elegance of Luthor’s mansion.But Why..?I swung my legs off the bed and stood on shaky feet, my heart thudding as I stepped toward the window. Outside, the pine trees loomed tall, and in the distance, I could see the valley where mountains stood tall just as I remembered.I’d been here before. Many nights, many arguments. Many silences.I remembered the heavy doors. The scent of pinewood and steel. The way the chandeliers never swayed.But I never thoug

Night settled heavy and silent after the fire, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The echoes of flames still danced behind my eyes, a haunting reminder of how close I came to death. The air was thick with ash and memory, and nothing felt the same. Something had shifted. Inside me, around me.Luthor said nothing more as we walked. Only the sound of our steps, mine uneven and his sure. Echoed in the empty corridor. The mansion had returned to its usual hush, but something inside me had shifted. The fear, the helplessness, it lingered like ash in my lungs. But so did something else. Something I couldn’t quite name.He opened the door to the chamber I’d been staying in. I stepped in, the torchlight spilling over my bed, my books, the abandoned shawl draped over the chair. Everything looked the same, but nothing felt familiar anymore.“I’ll have someone post guard outside,” Luthor said, his voice carefully neutral. “You’ll be safe.”I turned to face him.Safe.I had almost died

By the time the wind settled, I could hardly stand.The stones in the clearing faded to dull gray, the glow retreating like the spirit’s presence had simply… blinked out of existence. But something inside me remained lit, like a second heartbeat had been turned on. It thudded behind my ribs, unfamiliar and restless.Luthor watched me quietly, the way someone watches a creature they’ve only read about in forgotten books.“You’re changed,” he said finally.I nodded. “I feel it.”He led me to a flat stretch of earth beyond the stones. The trees here grew in a wide circle, and in their center lay a design carved into the dirt. Ancient symbols spiraling outward like a ritual map.“This is where we begin,” Luthor said. “Your blood has answered the realm. But power without control is just destruction waiting to happen.”I stepped into the circle. The air shifted. It felt denser, like magic still lingered from centuries past.Luthor stood across from me. “Breathe. Listen to your pulse. Then r