All Chapters of My Second Mate Is Alpha King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Caitlyn could feel the changes, the slow unraveling of time. It wasn’t just the strange, distant sensations she had been experiencing; it was the gaps. The black holes in her memory. She would be somewhere—somewhere familiar, and yet, she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there. Her feet would take her to places she hadn’t consciously chosen, and yet, they seemed... right. But there was a disconnect.One moment, she’d be in the garden with Raymond, and the next, she was standing on the edge of the camp, staring out into the darkened horizon, unsure of how she had arrived.The fragments of memory that floated to her were not her own. Faces. Places. Faint whispers of words that didn’t belong. Was this part of her? Had she been broken, torn in two?She would search for answers in the mirror, but the reflection didn’t feel like her. It was as if her eyes stared back at her with a knowing that wasn’t hers. Something

Caitlyn’s feet sank into the soft earth of the glade, the energy in the air thick with the lingering remnants of her last encounter with her mirror-self. She could still feel the pull of her other half, the part of her that had been born from the darkness, from the sacrifice, the part of her that had lived in the void between life and death. It was waiting for her, and Caitlyn couldn’t run from it anymore.She turned to Raymond, standing just outside the glade, his expression torn—between wanting to protect her, wanting to stay with her, and wanting to give her the space she needed. His eyes were filled with love, with concern, but also with something Caitlyn couldn’t name—fear. She knew that fear wasn’t just for her. It was for what might happen if they couldn’t overcome the shadow of the mirror.“I need to do this alone,” Caitlyn said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but firm. Raymond hesitated, his gaze

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”The words reverberated in her mind, a chilling echo that sank deep into her bones.Raymond stirred beside her, his presence a steady warmth against the cold fear that had gripped her. He sensed the shift in her energy before she even spoke.“Caitlyn?” he murmured, his hand reaching out to find hers in the dark. “What happened?”Caitlyn blinked, the remnants of the dream still swirling around her mind. She looked at Raymond, his face soft with c

The forest was silent, save for the whisper of leaves caught in a wind that seemed to come from nowhere, the air thick with something ancient. Caitlyn walked deeper into the woods, the voice from the Hollow Fang still echoing in her mind, pulling her forward. She couldn’t ignore it—not now, not when the call had grown so strong. It was no longer a whisper, but a presence, an invitation. It was the pull of something that felt both wrong and... right.The trees grew thicker as she moved further away from the camp, the path winding and twisting in unnatural ways. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, but time seemed to stretch, the air becoming heavy, charged with dark energy. Her heart beat erratically as she followed the trail—her pulse quickening with every step.She finally arrived at the clearing, where the ruins of a temple lay hidden, overgrown with vines and ancient stone. The ruins were older than Moonborn blood, older than any me

Caitlyn stood, frozen, between the two doors, the weight of her choice pressing down on her like an unbearable burden. The first door, gleaming silver, pulsed with the warmth of everything she had ever known. It was filled with memories—of love, of Raymond, of the life they had built together. The second door, burning red, crackled with raw power, its energy vibrating in the air around her. It offered truth, the chance to become the Alpha of the Beginning, the bridge between worlds, the key to unlocking something far older than even the Moonborn bloodline.The First Wolf stood behind her, his presence looming, suffocating. “Through love, you were broken,” he said, his voice low and predatory. “Through power, you will never be again.”Caitlyn’s heart ached as his words settled in her mind, like a slow poison. She could feel the allure of the red door—the promise of untold strength, of power that would never leave her vulnerable again. It beckoned her, whispering that th