All Chapters of The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Darian’s SanctumHidden beneath the Deadroot CavernsKael’s arms ached. His wrists bled where the obsidian cuffs bit into flesh, enchanted to dull regeneration. The cell reeked of damp stone, dried blood, and the metallic tang of corrupted magic. His throat was raw from screaming, but his will hadn’t broken. Not yet.He had been locked here for days—maybe weeks. Time bled strangely in the sanctum, where shadows moved without light and whispers slithered beneath the floor. His strength had waned, but his mind remained sharp. Every detail he saw, every shift in the rituals, he committed to memory. If he survived this, he’d make sure the world never suffered this darkness again.Across the ritual chamber, Mira knelt beside a rune-carved basin, pouring silver liquid into a shallow bowl. Her movements were precise, practiced—too calm. Like someone long used to drowning and pretending the water was air.Kael’s voice cracked. “So this is what you’ve become? A servant to a madman?”Mira didn’

Northern Forest – Just Outside the SanctumThe wind howled through the trees like a beast in mourning. Kael leaned heavily against Mira as they stumbled through the forest, weaving between twisted trunks and scorched roots. The stars were hidden behind a veil of dark clouds, and even the moon offered no guidance.But Mira knew where they were.“This way,” she said, steering him toward a slope obscured by brambles.Kael winced. “You’re sure?”“I mapped every inch of the cursed valley while Darian ranted about his reign. Trust me.”He coughed, the sound wet and harsh. Mira’s gaze flicked down to his side—blood still soaked the bandages she’d hastily wrapped hours ago. His shifter healing was barely functioning, suppressed by the wards and weeks of magical torment.He noticed her stare and smirked. “Still handsome?”“Still insufferable,” she muttered, but her grip on him tightened.A loud snap cracked through the night air. They both froze.Then—shadows moved ahead.Mira dropped into a c

Sanctum Core – Just After the ExplosionSilence, sharp and absolute, followed the blast.Dust hung suspended in the air, glowing with the remnants of Serena’s eclipse magic. Where the corrupted medallion had once hovered, only ash and fractured bone remained. The runes carved into the sanctum walls flickered, glitching like a spell unraveling.Serena slumped forward, the silver light around her fading.“Serena—!” Elias was at her side in a heartbeat, catching her just before her body hit the cracked stone.She was burning hot to the touch, but still. Her breath was shallow, her pulse fluttering.“Stay with me,” he whispered, holding her against him. “Don’t you disappear now, not when we’ve come this far.”Suddenly, the floor beneath them trembled. Cracks burst outward from the altar like shattered glass.The Gate had not been destroyed.It had been unleashed.Below – Kael and MiraMira threw her back against the wall, hand raised to block falling debris. Kael shielded her as stone fra

Two Days Later – Forests of Naeldor, North of the Sanctum RuinsThe world had begun to breathe again.The sky was clearer, the birds had returned to the canopy, and the unnatural silence that had blanketed the forests near the Gate was finally lifting. But not for Serena.She sat alone on a fallen log at the edge of their new resting grounds. The others were nearby—Kael sharpening weapons, Mira etching protective wards, Elias checking their perimeter—but Serena didn’t move. She stared at her hand.At the faint black vines now lacing beneath her skin.They hadn’t been there before.They pulsed every night now. And sometimes—when she closed her eyes—she heard something.A whisper.Just a single word, spoken in a voice both hers and not hers:“More.”She hadn’t told anyone yet.She couldn’t.Elsewhere – The High Council of VelmoreA grand chamber carved from crystal and bone. Twelve elders seated in a crescent.“The Gate has been sealed,” one said. “And the one who did it still breathes.

Mountains of Naeldor – The Morning of DescentSerena stood at the edge of the summit, the wind lashing through her braid as she looked out over the vast expanse of forest and broken sky.The trials at the Shrine had stripped her bare.Her power no longer flared without warning. It thrummed quietly beneath her skin, tamed but ever-present. The eclipse mark on her chest no longer glowed red-hot—it shimmered in calm silver, pulsing like a second heart.She was no longer afraid of what she carried.She was afraid of what came for it.Because deep in the threads of her vision… she’d felt him.Darian.Not a shadow. Not a memory. But something else.Alive.Evolved.Changed.And he wasn’t alone.Meanwhile – Edge of the Obsidian MarshesThe air tasted wrong here.A group of six warlocks—spies from the eastern border—had entered the marshland tracking unusual magical pulses. They’d expected corrupted flora, maybe rogue wolves.They had not expected this.A man stood waist-deep in the mire, head