All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Fiona's pov The door creaked open, a young guard stepped in, holding a silver tray like it was a peace offering. The scent of roasted meat and warm bread drifted into the air. My stomach twisted, half in hunger, half in rage.“Your meal, Luna,” he said carefully, voice tight.“I’m not your Luna,” I snapped, standing up from the corner of the room where I’d been sitting, arms chained to the iron loop in the wall.His eyes flicked down nervously to the shackles, then quickly away.“Just eat something,” he mumbled, placing the tray on the small table beside me.I stared at it. Then I kicked the table hard. The tray clattered to the floor, food spilling in all directions.The guard jumped back.“Unchain me,” I growled.He shook his head, backing toward the door. “ I'm sorry, Alpha’s order.”“Of course it is,” I said bitterly. “He orders. Everyone obeys. Even if it means turning someone into a prisoner in their own skin.”He hesitated, just stood there staring, pity worn in his expression

Logan's povShe had heard everything. Silas cursed softly beside me.She stepped inside slowly, lips curling into a cold, sharp smile like a blade.“I guess I should thank you, Beta,” she said, voice calm but dangerous. “For finally saying what no one else has the spine to.”“Fiona,” I said, rising slowly.Her gaze fixed on me. This time, no hesitation.“I always wondered if the mask would crack,” she said softly. “The charm. The restraint. The false sense of control.”I took a step forward. “It wasn’t false.”“No?” She tilted her head. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re just a scared boy who grew claws and called himself king.”“Stop.”“Or what?” Her voice rose. “You’ll chain me again? Threaten me? Prove I was right all along?”Silas stepped back, knowing this was no longer his fight.This was ours.I closed the distance until only inches separated us.She stared up at me like a storm unafraid to rage.Gods help me. I wanted to kiss her, shake her, fall to my knees and beg her

Fiona's pov “Don’t move!” Logan’s voice cut through the chaos as light exploded from the ground.But it was too late.The circle at our feet pulsed like a heartbeat with white light bleeding into crimson. The scroll in Rowan’s hands disintegrated mid-air, its words searing into the wind like ash and fire. The sky split, not with thunder but with silence, deep and sharp like the moment before a scream.Then came the whisper.Not a voice or presence but old, hungry and very much awake.Rowan stepped back, his chest rising fast, his face pale even under the flickering light. “It worked,” he whispered, more to himself than to us. “They’re listening.”“What did you do?” I shouted, feeling the pull against my chest, like the bond was being tested now, stretched across time and space.“I called them,” Rowan said, eyes wide. “I called the ancients to witness your choice.”“I didn’t choose this!” I yelled.“You chose him!” Rowan snapped, pointing at Logan. “You turned away from the prophecy.

Fiona's pov “She’s gone.”The words tasted like ash in my mouth. Logan took the note from my trembling hands, reading it again like maybe the message would change the second time. “V......,” he muttered. “Lyric Voss.”“She took Lila.” My voice cracked. “She must’ve been watching, waiting for a moment when we were distracted.”“When I was distracted,” Logan said, his jaw tight. “I should’ve had more guards at the borders. I should’ve seen this coming.”“This isn’t your fault,” I said, but the ache in my chest didn’t care who was to blame.“She was in this fortress,” I whispered, struggling to breathe. “Safe. With me and now she’s, gods, what if she’s hurt?”“She won’t be,” Logan said firmly. “We’ll get her back.”I nodded, but my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Fear burned through my blood like wildfire.Silas returned moments later with a map and two scouts at his heels. “We found tracks heading toward the Hollow Pass. Fresh, small feet, two, maybe three captors. They’re moving fast.”“

Fiona's pov “You left her behind.” My voice cracked but didn’t break. “You took Lila. You took my sister away from me, and you didn’t tell me where she was.”Magnus Thornwood stood rigid, his sharp features carved from stone in the fading firelight. His cold eyes locked onto mine with a mix of frustration and something I couldn’t quite read. “Lila is safe,” he said quietly, voice low and steady, but there was no warmth there. “Safe enough.”I laughed bitterly. “Safe? That’s a lie, and you know it.” My fists clenched at my sides as the weight of everything I’d buried surged to the surface. “You used her as a bargaining chip. As leverage against me. Against us.”Magnus’s jaw tightened. “I did what I had to do to protect the pack. To protect our bloodline.”“The pack? You don’t care about the pack.” I took a step forward, barely able to keep the fury contained. “You care about control, about power. You’re a tyrant hiding behind tradition.”At that moment, Rowan stepped out from the shad