All Chapters of The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The Blood Moon glared down like a cursed eye—crimson and cruel, bleeding its light across the forest. Everything beneath it seemed sharper, darker. And for the first time in a long time, Selene felt truly afraid.The energy Lilith left in her still hummed beneath her skin like a restless beast, clawing at the inside of her ribcage. She stood frozen in the clearing while Elias paced like a wolf caged in a collapsing world.“She said the gate would open,” Selene murmured. “What gate?”Elias stopped and turned to her, his face etched with worry. “There are many gates. But only one matters tonight.”He didn't elaborate. Selene didn’t push. The truth was already gnawing at the edges of her mind: something ancient, buried for centuries, was stirring—and she was its unwilling key.“I felt her inside me,” Selene whispered. “Not just magic. Memories. Darkness. My blood answered hers.”Elias reached for her hand. “Then we’ll sever the tie. Whatever she did, whatever she wants from you—we'll und

The moment the third howl echoed through the cliffs, the safehouse's protective wards flared bright blue—then began to crack.Selene’s breath caught in her throat as she stood between Elias and Lyra, the air thick with pressure. The runes etched into the stone walls flickered violently, warning them: the shadowborn were here, and they had found a way to weaken ancient magic.The first attack hit the door like a battering ram. Dust and sparks showered down.“They’re testing the wards,” Elias growled, shifting halfway into his wolf form. His claws gleamed in the flickering light. “They want to break them slowly—make us panic.”“They’ll have to do more than growl to scare me,” Lyra spat, gripping her blade tightly.But Selene felt it—a pull, low and vibrating, from her core to the door. They didn’t just want her. They were summoning her.She stepped forward instinctively.“Selene—wait!” Elias called, grabbing her wrist.A voice slid through the cracks in the stone like oil.“Come to us,

The palace loomed on the horizon by dusk, its spires like jagged thorns cutting into the reddening sky. Selene hadn’t seen it in weeks, but everything about it felt different now—heavier, more watchful. The Blood Moon had changed more than just the forest.It had changed the people inside it.Elias led them through a hidden northern path—an old passage carved beneath the ice cliffs generations ago. Only kings and their most trusted sentinels knew of it. And Elias trusted no one more than the two people at his side: Selene, the mate who held his soul, and Lyra, the warrior who had survived death itself.Lyra’s cloak was drawn tightly around her, her blade strapped beneath. She hadn’t spoken much since the last vision, but Selene could tell—she remembered something else, and she was waiting for the right moment to reveal it.They moved quickly, shadows their only allies, until they reached a sealed arch beneath the palace library.Elias pressed his palm against the stone, whispering in

Somewhere beyond the Outlands, Kael ran. Blood smeared his shirt. His ribs ached from where the shadowborn had thrown him. He wasn’t healing fast—something was dulling his regeneration, like a curse clinging to his skin. But he couldn’t stop. Not when Selene was in danger. Not when he’d seen Darian with his own eyes. The warlock hadn’t aged a day. Cloaked in crimson robes, eyes obsidian, his voice had echoed in the clearing like a forgotten god. “The child is the key. We no longer need Selene once it’s born.” Kael had drawn his blade then, but it was a trap—Darian had been waiting. Now Kael limped toward the palace, praying he could get there before whatever dark rite Darian was preparing took root. Meanwhile… in the Dream Realm Selene stood in a forest of silver trees. The moon overhead pulsed with light, and everything shimmered like it was made of memory. A voice called softly, ancient and familiar. “Child of the gate… come forward.” Selene turned—and there she was. A

The scream that shattered the temple was not human.It echoed through bone and blood. It bent the air and cracked the altar’s foundation.Selene staggered back, her hand still touching the medallion—the eclipse-shaped relic that had risen from the sealed stone. Her vision blurred, the world tilting beneath her feet.And then—Everything vanished.Selene’s VisionShe was standing in another time.The temple was whole—its spires stretching into a blue sky, its walls clean and gold-lined. Moonflowers bloomed along the columns. She was in the past.In the center of the temple stood a woman in gleaming silver armor. Naelira. Younger, but unmistakable. Her hair was braided down her back, her hand resting on her swollen stomach.Beside her stood a man with raven-black eyes and red markings on his arms—Darian.And behind them… stood Theron.He was not yet corrupted. His eyes held light, his posture rigid, protective. He stood near Naelira like a silent sentinel.Naelira spoke, her voice rich