All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Logan's pov The sound of Fiona’s footsteps haunted me long after she vanished up the stairs. I could still hear them, the sharp slap of her bare feet against the wood, the way her breathing quickened when she ran. That silence broke me worse than any war wound ever had.Through the bond, I felt her pain radiating like a wound I couldn’t close. She was sobbing. I knew it. I didn’t need to hear it; it rattled through me, cold and sharp, leaving me restless, leaving me ashamed. My mate, the one I swore to protect was shattering, and I was standing here, paralyzed by the ghost of a past I should have buried long ago.Then Amaiya’s hand wrapped around my arm.She had the audacity to pull me back, like I belonged to her.Rage flared, snapping the chain I’d been holding onto. I shoved her off, harder than I should have. She stumbled, nearly hitting the table, but caught herself with a catlike grace. And instead of fury, her face showed satisfaction.She enjoyed this. She enjoyed seeing me t

Logan's pov Amaiya’s voice cut through me sharper than any blade.“You can’t save her, Logan. Not from this. Not from Serenya.”Her words hit harder because she wasn’t screaming. She was calm, steady—like she’d already accepted the outcome. And it burned.“Shut your mouth,” I growled, shadows coiling tighter around my fists. “You don’t get to decide what I can save.”The ground trembled under Serenya’s steps as she moved closer. Her eyes glowed like molten silver, her presence making even the fiercest warriors in my pack scatter like leaves in a storm. Wolves shifted back into human form, their instincts screaming that they were prey in her presence.She stopped in front of Fiona. My mate. My Luna. My reason for surviving every damn war thrown at me.Her lips curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “So this is the daughter of the man who ruined my mother. I can see it. The same fire in her eyes. The same blood in her veins.”Fiona’s voice trembled but didn’t break. “If it’s me

Fiona's pov The wind pressed me to the earth, my cheek grinding against dirt and blood-soaked grass. It was not just air that weighed me down, it was power, ancient and suffocating, flooding through the clearing in waves. Every breath I dragged into my lungs felt stolen, scraped from the storm that howled around us.The white-haired woman stood like the eye of that storm, unmoving, untouchable. Her hair whipped wild in the gale, her pale skin glowing as though it drank moonlight. She was not merely beautiful—she was terrible, the kind of beauty that stripped the soul bare.Even Serenya stared, her silver eyes wide. For the first time since she arrived, her cruel smile faltered.The wind settled, though it did not release us. Every guard, every wolf, every creature remained pressed to the ground. Only Serenya stood, her jaw tight, shoulders squared as she glared at the pale woman.“You,” Serenya hissed, voice vibrating with something I had never heard from her before. Not rage. Not co

Fiona's pov “Hold on to me!” Logan’s roar tore through the storm.His shadows lashed outward, curling around us like wings of night, but they trembled under the silver fire Serenya hurled at him. Every strike shook the ground beneath my knees, every flare burned into my chest like I was breathing ash instead of air.“I’m not leaving you!” I screamed back, my voice shredding, but he didn’t hear. He was too lost in the pain. The chains scorched deeper into his wrists, glowing white-hot, hissing with Serenya’s magic. His skin blistered, blood dripping to the ground in rivulets, pooling dark into the dirt.Serenya’s voice rose above the storm, cruel and steady, each word like a blade. “You think you can hold her? You think shadows will keep her from me? She’s mine, Logan. She’s always been mine.”“You’ll have to rip her from my corpse first!” His snarl was raw, ripped from somewhere deep. Shadows exploded around us, thrashing against the flames, but each one fizzled as the silver fire de

Fiona's povThe visitors’ chambers smelled of perfume and spilled wine. I knocked once, hard, my chest burning from the climb up the stairwell.“Amaiya,” I called, voice rough. “Open the door.”There was shuffling inside, whispers hushed too quickly, then the sound of a lock sliding. The door creaked open just enough for Amaiya’s painted face to appear, flushed, her hair a tangled mess.“What do you want, Fiona?” Her tone carried annoyance, as though I had interrupted something sacred.I clenched my fists. “I want you to walk with me. To Neighs Mountain.”Her brows shot up, then narrowed. “Have you lost your mind?”I stepped closer, my voice sharp with desperation. “Logan’s been lying half dead for two nights. His body is warm, but he isn’t breathing. He has only hours left, Amaiya. I need the red orchids. I need help. You said you loved him once—”Her laugh was harsh, cutting. “Love? That was a different time.” She leaned on the doorframe with lazy indifference. “I have no interest i