All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Logan's povWhen I tore through the stone and the dungeon broke open, I expected freedom. Instead, the courtyard was chaos. Whiteclaw wasn’t mine anymore.My people scattered like prey, blood marking the stones. The Ironfang warriors pressed them hard, their chants drumming against the walls. In the center stood Kael, his soldiers circling him like vultures. And before him was Fiona. My Luna, my strength, her arms bound, dragged forward like spoils of war.A sound left me before I could stop it, raw and guttural. Every head turned. Eyes widened. Whispers cracked like sparks. The Alpha lives.Kael’s gaze cut into me, sharp, hateful. “So you crawl out at last,” he sneered, lifting his blade toward Fiona’s throat. “Perfect. I’ll take your crown while she watches.”I stepped forward. Stone ground beneath my boots, the weight of every life in this pack on my shoulders. Yet as much as I wanted to crush Kael, my gaze would not leave Fiona. Her lips trembled, but her eyes still burned steady.

Logan's povOne blink, she was there at the ledge, chin lifted, eyes locked with mine. The next, gone, swallowed by the pit.My body moved before thought. I charged, blood soaking my chest, legs screaming, hand outstretched. But I grasped nothing—only stone, only dust, only empty space where she had stood.The roar that tore out of me was not human.Kael’s laugh cut across it. “So easy. So weak. Your mate chooses death, and you choose grief. What Alpha leads with grief?”The words sliced deeper than his blade ever had. I turned to him, the world narrowing until it was only his sneer, his swagger, his hands dripping with the blood of my people.Around us, Whiteclaw reeled. Warriors faltered, eyes darting to me, waiting, desperate for a command that never came. They staggered against Kael’s soldiers, falling, failing, because their Alpha_me, was on his knees.“Stand, Logan,” Serena’s voice rang, sharp as steel. Not mercy or support but command. She wanted me to rise only to fight her wa

Logan's povThe roar that tore from my chest was not only mine, it carried the weight of the Moon Goddess who had long ago buried her mark in me.The chamber above shuddered. Dust rained over Kael and his soldiers. I saw their boots stumble from the cracks, heard Fiona’s strangled cry, and smelled her blood. Rage ignited deeper than any wound could reach.I burst upward. The dungeon ceiling gave way, stone flying as my body broke through. My claws tore into the first soldier in reach, ripping him aside. Their screams filled the chamber, but my focus snapped only to one place—Fiona.She was pinned in Kael’s grasp, jaw locked in his iron hand, her eyes wide yet unbroken. I lunged forward, tearing through the men between us.Kael shoved her aside at the last instant, steel flashing from his belt. Our blades clashed. Sparks spat into the dark, echoing against the fractured walls.“You should have stayed buried, brother,” he snarled, golden eyes mirroring my own.“I never buried,” I growle

Fiona's pov“Logan cut him,” someone yelled, the shout running from man to man.Kael stepped back, his arm soaked with blood where the blade had hit. He held it tight, white already showing on his knuckles. For the first time he did not shout. He looked angry and scared all at once.“Fall back!” Kael barked to his men. He could not stand his ground with that arm gone. A few of his soldiers moved to carry him, others turned and ran toward the tree line. Many of their number lay on the ground, not moving. Whiteclaw had cost them a price.I kept my hands on Logan, holding him up. He leaned on me like a man clinging to a cliff. His breathing was rough and fast, like he had run and run and had no strength left. His face was streaked with blood and sweat, and when he blinked he tried to smile and it came out small and tired.Serena walked by with her shoulder wrapped in a band of cloth, a thin cut there that bled but not a lot. She waved at a few men, kept giving orders. “Check the woods, d

Fiona's pov“Logan?” I called out. My hand was already wet with my own tears. His fingers pressed mine tighter.The wolf howled, louder than before, as if it felt his movement.Men braced, Serena raised her sword again though her body was shaky. Amaiya gasped and fell back like she was afraid, i knew her fear was not for me or him but for her own skin.Rowan leaned forward suddenly, his cup sliding from his hand, wine spilling down the table. His smirk faded. He had waited for this moment.Logan’s chest rised up and down, twice. His eyes shifted open now, hazel burning in the torchlight. He tried to breathe, then his gaze landed on me.“Fiona,” he called.The sound of his voice after so long broke me. My tears came harder. I touched his face with both hands, whispering, “You’re here, you’re here.”The wolf let out a roar, rough one.Logan shoved me aside. His body still weak, but something poured through him, the floor light rushed from his skin as if the moon itself lived in him.The