All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Fiona's pov Wakanda’s blade struck with a sharp crack. Zeus’s body jerked once, then fell still. His chest stopped rising, his eyes glazed over, blood pooling into the dirt beneath him.No one moved. Every gaze locked on the fallen body of the wolf who had caused years of destruction. I felt my own chest pound as if it might tear apart. He was dead. Just like that.Wakanda stood above him, his breath rough, the blade dripping red. His eyes swept the ground, landed on me, and softened for the first time.“He stole you from me,” Wakanda whispered. “But no longer. You are my blood.”I didn’t answer him right away. My legs were still weak from everything that had unfolded. My whole life had shifted in the space of minutes. Logan was bleeding, Rowan was laughing even through his wounds, and Zeus—the monster who twisted everything—was gone.When I finally spoke, my voice was steady. “I am not a piece to be traded or stolen. But I will not carry hate for you, Wakanda. Not now. Not after the

Fiona's pov The pack’s roars threatened to drown me, a storm of voices crashing on every side. Some shouted Logan’s name, others Rowan’s, but none of it mattered. I stepped forward, the noise dimming as if the ground itself held its breath. For once, I did not stand behind Logan. For once, I was not Rowan’s pawn, nor Mia’s target.I was simply me.I lifted my chin, the fire in my chest burning hotter than the fear threatening to choke me. My voice cut through the chaos.“You call Logan weak because he loves me. You call me weak because I was not born into your ranks. But strength is not in your bloodline, nor in the crown you covet. It is in the heart that refuses to break.”The words ripped out of me, sharper than claws. The pack stirred, voices faltering, their eyes fixed on me. I pressed forward, refusing to let my voice shake.“I am Fiona. I am White Claw’s Luna. Not because Logan chose me, but because *I chose you.* And I will bleed, fight, and burn for every wolf who stands wit

Fiona's pov Mia’s magic surged, the invisible grip around my throat crushing harder, sparks of agony tearing down my spine. My vision blurred, my body jerking against her hold. Every second was a knife, each heartbeat weaker than the last.“Logan!” I tried to scream, but it came out as a broken rasp.His roar split the dungeon, primal, savage. His claws gouged stone as he lunged, but the darkness flared like a shield, throwing him back. He slammed into the wall, stone shattering behind him.The chamber shook.Mia’s laughter was jagged glass, her eyes burning with madness. “See? Even you can’t stop me! The Moon Goddess herself can’t stop me! All it takes is one word, Logan. One vow. Make me yours, and she lives.”Logan staggered forward, blood on his lip, his eyes burning molten gold. “You’ll never be my Luna,” he growled. “Not while I breathe.”The Moon Goddess’s light flared brighter, filling the chamber with silver brilliance. Her voice thundered, shaking every stone.“Enough. Mia,

Fiona's pov The void burned silver under the Goddess’s gaze.Her presence pressed against my chest, weight heavier than mountains, yet fierce and warm like moonlight after a storm. The Warden, that nightmare of chains and bone, shrank back under her radiance, snarling but caged. The Hollow stilled.And Mia’s laughter shattered the silence.“Do it, Fiona!” she screamed, blood dripping from her lips. “Bind me, kill me—make yourself the monster they always said you were. The weak girl pretending to be Luna. Show them the truth!”Rowan’s shadows constricted around her, tightening on her throat. He looked at me, eyes blazing like stormfire. “End her. She’ll never stop until you do.”Logan’s arms wrapped around me, his body still trembling from the last strike. His golden aura flickered, steady but fraying at the edges. His voice was low, rough. “You don’t have to listen to either of them, Fiona. The choice is yours alone.”The Goddess’s eyes burned into me.“Choice defines Luna. Speak you

Fiona's pov For one sharp moment, the only sound was the rasp of my breath and the whisper of the Goddess still coiled in my bones.Then Rowan’s voice cracked the night."You worthless wretch."The words were spit like venom, not at Logan, but at Mia. His shadows snapped toward her, slicing the air. The pack gasped, every wolf stiffening, stunned.Mia’s grin faltered. "What?""You heard me." Rowan’s chest heaved, his golden fire blazing hot against the dark. "You were supposed to help me end this. To help me break him." His arm slashed toward Logan, his voice rising to a roar that made even the trees shake. "But you failed. Again and again, you failed me."Mia staggered, the black magic around her skin flickering like a dying flame. Her mouth opened, but Rowan cut her off, his rage spilling over, raw and unrestrained."You had one purpose," he snarled. "One chance to prove your worth to me. And you couldn’t even manage that."Her face twisted, desperation leaking into her voice. "I b