Semua Bab A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Fiona's pov "Say it again," I whispered.The words left my lips before I could stop them. My hands trembled where they rested on the edge of the fountain, slick with dew. The broken stone felt cold, but not as cold as the space between us."Say it, Logan."He stood a few feet away, bathed in moonlight. His chest rose and fell too fast, like he was running from something invisible. Or maybe toward it. He didn’t speak.He didn’t have to.I already knew.But I needed to hear it. I needed to watch it hurt him."You called her by my name." I pushed myself to my feet, not trusting how my knees buckled beneath the weight of those seven words.He winced like I’d struck him. "It wasn’t what it looked like—""She kissed you, Logan!" My voice cracked with fury, heartbreak twisting it sharp. "And you didn’t pull away. You didn’t even flinch.""Because I thought she was you!" he shouted suddenly, his voice raw, cracking. "I came back to our room, the bond was humming like it used to, and she smel

Fiona's pov I stood before the Hollow Gate with my hand still pressed to its edge. The shadows curled around my wrist like vines, soft as silk, cool as ash. Behind the gate, I could feel the press something older than gods and hungrier than grief.It hadn’t spoken but I felt it watching.And I knew—I wasn’t the only one changed tonight.Slowly, I drew my hand back. The gate didn’t close. It didn’t need to. It would remain open for me now, whether I willed it or not. I had touched it. Claimed it. Accepted the inheritance no one else could carry.It was mine now. The Hollow. The magic. The consequence.And I was no longer just Fiona.I didn’t know what I was yet, but it moved inside me like a second heartbeat.Something tugged at my senses. A flicker of movement. Not physical—emotional.The bond.I closed my eyes, reaching inward, tracing the frayed golden thread that had once burned so bright between us. It pulsed faintly. Logan was still alive. Still tethered.But weaker than before,

Fiona's pov “You think I wanted to leave you like that?” I hissed, voice low, trembling.Logan didn’t flinch. He just looked at me like I’d already left.“I think you had to,” he said quietly. “And I think it broke something in both of us.”We stood in the shadows of the old chapel ruins, a place once meant for sacred rites—now just ash and memory. The moonlight cut across his jaw, casting silver over the dark hollows beneath his eyes. He looked older. Thinner. Like whatever hope he’d clung to had been bleeding out slowly since the moment I vanished.And maybe that’s what guilt did. Maybe it aged you before your time.“I saw you,” i said, forcing the words out like blades. “You and her. Mia.”His face didn’t change. Not even a twitch. That hurt more than it should have.“I know what you think you saw,” he said.“Don’t,” I snapped. "Don’t gaslight me. I felt it. Through the bond. You didn’t pull away.”A beat of silence.Then he said: “Because I couldn’t move.”My laugh was hollow, hu

Logan's pov "She wasn’t supposed to survive it,” Mia whispered.She was curled near the firepit, wrapped in a bloodstained cloak, her hair clumped with ash and sweat. The flames barely touched her anymore. She looked like a cracked statue—once beautiful, now just a ruin too stubborn to collapse."She didn’t just survive,” I muttered. "She evolved.”I paced the edges of the broken circle, carved in bone and old iron. Mia's magic still lingered there—wild, erratic. Useless now. The ritual had failed. The threads meant to unweave Fiona’s soul had reversed, snapped back and latched onto the caster.Mia was lucky to be alive.No. That wasn’t true. She wasn’t lucky.I had saved her and I was starting to regret it."She ripped it out of me,” Mia said quietly, like she still couldn’t believe it. “The part I stole. She didn’t just take it back. She fed on it. She let it rot in me.”Her eyes, once bright gold, were now dim. Tinged with black veins near the corners."She marked you,” I said, cr

Fiona's pov I stepped through the ruin of the veil, shadow curling at my heels like smoke made sentient, trailing from my skin like fire too proud to die. The old me, Luna was a lover, a mate had died in that circle Mia carved. Her blades, Rowan’s spell, Logan’s silence… they killed her.But something older had answered the scream that followed.I wasn’t their Luna anymore instead I was what came after their reckoning.Rowan’s ritual was already underway when I arrived. I felt it before I saw it like those ancient, biting syllables echoing in the ground, trying to complete the second severing. The circle around Logan was etched with runes so black they shimmered violet. His body was bound, barely conscious, floating inches above the stone dais.They meant to end him permanently."Touch him again,” I said, my voice slicing through the storm like a scythe, “and I’ll burn this realm until even your gods choke on ash."Rowan looked up first. His spell faltered, stuttering mid-syllable. M