All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Fiona's pov“Who’s in there?” The guard’s shout echoed through the walls.Kaelen pressed me into the stone, his back shielding me. His breathe warm and quick, through the thin fabric left on me. My wrists tugged at the chains, heart ising but some how I didn't care. He would get into trouble and not me. “Only me,” Kaelen called. He was steady, nothing like the storm swirling inside him. “Father sent me. Said to make sure she’s still alive.”The guard cursed under his breath. “Be quick. The old man doesn’t like her wasting air.”Boots matched down the corridor, fading. The silence left behind rang louder than any howl.Kaelen didn’t move. His chest rose and fell hard, brushing mine each time. I could feel the shiver in him from holding back. Slowly, he turned his head until his mouth hovered beside my ear.“You think calling me stepbrother makes this less real?” he murmured. “You think bloodlines stop what burns in me?”My throat tightened. “It should.”“Then why do you look at me lik

Fiona's povThe iron door opened wide. I expected guards, rough hands, more chains. But it wasn’t them. It was him.Wakanda.My father filled the frame like a shadow carved of stone, broad shoulders blocking the torchlight behind him. His eyes swept the room with slow precision, sharp enough to cut.Kaelen shot to his feet, spine stiff as a blade. His jaw clenched, his eyes flicked to me, then back to Wakanda. He bowed, too quick.“Father,” he said. “I came to make sure she....”“Silence.” Wakanda’s voice cracked like thunder.My chest pounded. He didn’t look at Kaelen again. His gaze locked on me, cold, ancient, heavy with judgment.“Still breathing,” he said, his tone flat. “Good. I prefer my daughter alive before she is broken.”The word daughter hit me like venom.I spat blood into the dirt, forcing myself to raise my chin. “You have no right to call me that. You are no father to me.”His lip curled into something that might have been a smile, cruel and small. “And yet your blood

Fiona's pov“They want Rowan,” a guard muttered on the other side of the bars. “Elders said the pack can’t wait. Logan is as good as dead.”I pressed my palm against the stone. My throat ached. Rowan. Always circling, waiting for the moment Logan faltered.Kaelen leaned against the wall, his arms folded, eyes burning into Logan. He didn’t see the blood or the chains biting his wrists. He saw me, trapped between my mate and the stepbrother I never asked for.Logan’s lips cracked as he tried to speak. “Fiona…” The word rasped out, broken, barely more than a breath.I slid to my knees beside him, brushing hair from his brow. “I’m here. Hold on. Please hold on.”His chest lifted shallow. His hand twitched, cold against mine. The bond flared faint, still alive, still pulling me to him even when he couldn’t lift his head. My eyes stung.Kaelen moved closer. His voice cut low. “He won’t rise again. Even if we unchained him, he’s finished.”I glared through my tears. “Don’t say that.”“It’s t

Logan's pov“Step aside, boy.” I spat loud, torn from blood in my throat.Kaelen stood in the torchlight, smiling like a wolf too thin to eat. “If you rise again, she runs back to you. If you stay chained, she’s mine.”“She will never be yours.”“Won’t she?” He crouched low, voice thick. “She kissed me back, Logan.”The words split me open. Not the chains. Him.“Liar.”“Ask her.” His grin stretched cruel. “She didn’t push me away.”The stink of rust and damp clung to the stone, but under it—her scent. Fiona. Steps quick, uneven. She stumbled in, hair tangled, dress torn, eyes burning with tears.“Stop!” she cried. “Both of you!”She shoved Kaelen back, dropped to me. Her hands shook as they cupped my face. “Logan…”My chest cracked. My body screamed to pull her in, but Kaelen yanked her away.“She doesn’t belong here,” he snarled. “Father promised her to me.”“Father promised you nothing!” Fiona’s voice cut sharp.The cell door burst wide. Wakanda swept in, cloak whipping, fury rollin

Fiona's pov“Fiona...” “Don’t.” I cut him before he could shape the next word. His voice hurt more than too close to breaking something in me. I wasn’t ready to let break.He stood in the tunnel a few paces off, chest bare, streaked with blood, chains gone but wrists still marked deep red. The torchlight hadn’t followed us into this hole. Only his eyes lit the dark, wolf-fire glowing, sharp, restless.“I need to say it,” he pushed. His hand lifted then fell back to his side. “About Amaiya—”“Not here.” My nails dug into the wall behind me. “Not ever. Her name doesn’t belong in my mouth. Or yours.”The words stung me as much as him, but I held them steady.He stepped closer, the scrape of his boots on grit. His voice dropped low, almost a growl. “You don’t know what you saw.”“I know what I saw.”“I didn’t want her.” His chest rose and fell hard. His shoulders flexed as if he was bracing for a blow. “She came to me. I should’ve pushed her away, I didn’t. I was weak. But it meant nothi