บททั้งหมดของ My Second Mate Is Alpha King: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Caitlyn’s POVThree nights. That’s all we had left. Every hour felt like an eternity, and with each passing moment, the earth beneath us seemed to tremble more violently. The quakes had become relentless, a constant reminder of the Prime Wolf’s rising presence. All across the territories, wolves shifted involuntarily, some collapsing under the pressure of the energy pushing through the ground, others turning violent as the call of the Prime tore at their sanity. It was as if the very world was buckling beneath us, but there was no escape from it. No place left to hide.I felt it, too—the pressure. The steady hum of something ancient, something terrible, waiting beneath the earth. But it wasn’t just the quakes. It was him. The Prime Wolf was claiming me now, his presence infiltrating every part of me. No longer did I hear his whispers. I no longer needed to. His influence had settled deeper, claiming me with every step I took.I bega

Caitlyn's POVThe cavern felt alive, the bones of the Prime Wolf towering over us like some monstrous monument to time itself. The skeletal remains stretched out, reaching for something I couldn’t see. The air was thick with the weight of history, of power that had been buried for centuries, and now, it was all coming to a head.Raymond stood beside me, his hand in mine. I felt his steady presence, his warmth, but underneath that—underneath the calm—I could feel his fear. It matched my own, but we had no choice now. We had come too far.“Kane, Selene,” I said, my voice hoarse but firm, “Keep the circle. Don’t let anyone interfere.” I didn’t need to say more. They had been with us from the start. They understood the stakes.Kane nodded, his eyes sharp, his jaw set in that determined way he always had. Selene stood next to him, her hands glowing with arcane power, ready to hold the boundaries of the spel

Raymond's POVWhen Caitlyn said my name, everything inside me stopped. I didn’t rush to her. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, watching her, unsure if I had heard it right. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, hoping that one day, the memory of me—of us—would return to her. But even when it finally came, I was afraid to move too quickly.She stood there, looking at me with those soft eyes of hers, unsure of what she had just said. She lowered her gaze, almost as though she were afraid of the weight of the word she had spoken.“I don’t know why I know it,” she said quietly, the words just above a whisper. “But it feels like the only word I trust.”My heart cracked open, and in that fragile moment, I realized something: She was coming back to me. Not all at once, but enough to remind me that our bond hadn’t been entirely destroyed. She remembered my name. That was enough. That was more than enough.I nodded, my voice tight with emotion.

After the dance, Caitlyn began to experience stronger flashes—more than just feelings, but fragments of memories that had been locked away. It started small, like a flicker in the corner of her mind, but soon, the flashes became more vivid, more frequent. Conversations that she couldn’t fully place, scents that felt familiar but distant, moments frozen in time, like a firelit kiss or Raymond’s voice whispering promises in the dark.One day, after one such flash, she found herself sitting at a desk in their old tent, scribbling down every piece that came to her. She had started journaling, trying to make sense of the bits and pieces of her life with him that she could barely remember.Her pen moved furiously across the paper: Her own hands holding a dying flower, then lighting a battlefield in silver flame.The words felt both foreign and familiar. She could feel the memories, even if she didn’t fully understand them. A part of her was awakening—something deep in

Caitlyn's POVFor the first time in months, the world was quiet. There were no whispers of the Prime Wolf, no prophecies hanging over us, no battles to fight. The moon glowed silver, not red. The night felt like it had finally exhaled, and I couldn’t help but let myself breathe in the peace.I woke slowly, lazily entangled in Raymond’s arms. There were no nightmares, no rushing thoughts of a future I couldn’t control. There was only warmth, the softness of his skin against mine, and the quiet, peaceful rhythm of our breathing.I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this calm. It had been a long time since I was able to just exist—without the weight of the world on my shoulders. The future didn’t feel so heavy anymore. I could almost taste the freedom, and it was sweet.I spent my days reacquainting myself with life outside of battle. I helped with the pack children, playing with them, teaching them the things they would need to know to grow up in this n