บททั้งหมดของ My Second Mate Is Alpha King: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Third Person POVThe light from Kane’s chest burned through the battlefield like a second sun, casting long shadows across blood-soaked stones and the bodies of wolves, Forsaken, and fallen spirits alike. Caitlyn’s fingers gripped his tighter, anchoring them both as the energy crackled between their palms like a living thing—wild, hot, pulsing.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t clean.It hurt.A lot.“Kane—” Caitlyn gasped, her voice hoarse as her knees buckled beneath the pressure. “Are you okay?”He didn’t answer right away. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth gritted, veins in his neck standing out like cords.“I... I can feel them,” he whispered, barely able to speak. “All of them.”Caitlyn forced herself to stay steady. “The Alphas?”He nodded. “Not just them. The ones before them. All of them. They’re l

Third Person POVThe silence didn’t feel like victory.It felt like loss.Like the world itself had forgotten how to breathe.Smoke drifted across the ruined fields of Eldoria. Stone pillars, once symbols of ancient might, lay broken in jagged pieces. Blood—red, silver, black—soaked the earth. And scattered among the debris were the bodies of wolves, some breathing, some not, the aftermath of a war no one had wanted but everyone had fought.At the center of it all, Raymond didn’t move.He sat with Caitlyn’s body cradled in his lap, arms wrapped around her shoulders, cheek pressed to her temple like if he just held on tightly enough, she’d come back.His eyes were dry now.He had cried all he could.Now there was just… silence.Kane stood a few feet away, staring at them. His fists were clenched so tightly his nails had drawn blood. His eyes were wide, too wide, as if tryi

Third Person POVIt started in a dream.Or maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe it was something more.Kane stood alone in a field that didn’t exist—stars overhead brighter than anything he’d ever seen, grass silver beneath his feet, wind moving like breath itself. No walls. No ruins. Just silence. Stillness.Then, her voice.Soft. Familiar. Sharp as ever.“You’re not done yet.”He turned around.And there she was.Caitlyn stood across the field, hands behind her back, wearing the same black jacket she used to wear when he was little. Her hair was longer now, and her eyes—they weren’t glowing like the Moonborn Queen. They were just his mom’s eyes.Warm. A little tired. Fierce.“Mom,” he whispered.She smiled. “Hi, sweetheart.”He didn’t run to her. He didn’t cry. He just stood there, drinking her in like he was afraid she’d vanish if he blinked.“Is this real?” he asked.“Does it matte

Third Person POVIt began with a book.Or rather, what was inside a book.Raymond stood in the Moonborn sanctum ruins, fingers brushing aside dust that hadn’t been disturbed in months. A shaft of light slanted through the broken roof above, casting long, narrow shadows across the crumbled stone floor. The cold didn’t bother him anymore.He had been returning here almost every night.Not for closure.For something else.Hope.The dream still lingered. She is not gone. The words clung to his ribs like frost. And now, this—the book Selene had brought from the deepest level of the archives.He flipped another page.His eyes caught on a passage written in an older tongue. But he recognized the symbols. Not just Moonborn, but pre-Moonborn.He ran a finger along the line. A familiar symbol repeated there—an inverted crescent enclosed by vines.He had seen Caitlyn draw it once. On parchment. On her wrist in

Caitlyn’s POVI felt the weight of a thousand moments press against me as I slowly opened my eyes. The starlight surrounding me had no end. It was as though the night had swallowed me whole, yet here I was, floating in the glow of something impossible. A place so quiet, so still, I wondered if it had ever known time. It was beautiful in a way that felt both foreign and strangely familiar—like a memory that danced just out of reach.The air, thick with the scent of flowers that were not flowers, shifted with every breath I took. My body felt lighter, as if I had shed the weight of the world, but there was something missing—a gnawing emptiness deep within. My wolf, once fierce and wild, was quiet, like a shadow that had vanished into the dark corners of my soul. I couldn’t feel her. The connection had frayed, as if a part of me had been ripped away and left behind.I tried to move, my limbs slow and unsteady, as though I had forgotten the art of walking. The starl