Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The wind had shifted again by dawn. Cold, sharp, and carrying the scent of something old—like iron and ash. Serena woke with the uneasy certainty that time was running out. Caine’s message had carved itself into her thoughts, deeper than the burn left by the Gateborn’s blade.She dressed quickly, strapping on the crescent-dagger Mira had reforged from moonstone and silver. The blade felt oddly warm in her hand, as though it recognized the weight of what was to come.By the time she stepped into the clearing, the others were already gathering.Kael stood at the ward line, adjusting the enchantment stones with grim precision. Lyra was sharpening a third dagger across her thigh, eyes scanning the treetops. Mira, still pale, leaned on her staff but refused to stay behind. Theron, as usual, was half in shadow, half in thought. And Elias stood beside the packs, adjusting the straps, quiet and unreadable.Serena looked at all of them, her pulse steady. She nodded once.“Let’s move.”They too

They reached the edge of Fortress Valley by midday, but no one spoke when they saw it.The ground dropped into a deep, jagged basin surrounded by cliffs that looked as if they'd been clawed into shape by giants. No greenery grew here—only sharp black stones, cracked earth, and an oppressive stillness that made even the wind feel like it had been silenced.It was a dead place. The kind of place where memory clung to the bones of the land and refused to let go.Serena stood at the ridgeline, her cloak snapping behind her, and stared at what lay below.Once, long ago, Fortress Valley had been a sanctuary. A neutral ground where old clans met, where peace was brokered between wolves, witches, and kings. But that was before the Gate opened beneath it. Before the soil turned red and the sky above it refused to clear.Now, it was just another scar.Mira coughed beside her, eyes watering from the thick air. “The magic here is twisted. Can you feel it?”Kael nodded. “The barrier was broken, bu

They didn’t rest long.By morning, the winds from Fortress Valley had shifted, carrying with them a stench of burnt stone and rotting magic. The signs were clear—something had been awakened. And it would not stay quiet.Caine remained unconscious, bound in layers of warded cloth and enchanted cuffs, his body twitching occasionally as if fighting something within. Mira stayed close to him, whispering protection sigils and grounding spells every few minutes. But even she looked exhausted.Serena watched the eastern sky as the others packed.The horizon wasn’t just red anymore. It shimmered—like heat waves, but unnatural. Something was coming.Elias stepped beside her, silent as always, though his gaze lingered on her face a second longer than usual.“We’re not safe,” she said.“No,” he agreed. “But we’re alive.”Serena turned to him. “I saw something in the Gate. Not just the throne—me. Sitting on it. Smiling.”Elias was quiet.“And the worst part?” she whispered. “It didn’t feel like a

The wind was different here.Not colder. Not warmer. Just wrong.Serena stood at the edge of a canyon none of them remembered passing. The map Kael carried didn’t show it. No birds circled above. No beasts stirred below. It had simply… appeared.A wound in the earth.A mirror of the wound inside her.Elias stood behind her, tense. “Don’t do it.”She didn’t answer. Her gaze was fixed on the crevice ahead—where light and shadow twisted unnaturally, and faint whispers clawed at the edges of her mind.“I have to know,” she said quietly. “What I am. Why they keep pulling me in.”“You’re Serena,” Elias said firmly. “That’s all that matters.”She shook her head. “It’s not enough anymore.”They made camp a safe distance from the canyon.Caine’s body twitched more frequently now. Mira was worried—every pulse from the Gate, every shift in Serena’s power, caused a reaction in him. At this rate, he’d wake as something else… or not at all.Kael drew Elias aside that night. “She’s unraveling.”“No,

Serena woke with her hand glowing.Not fire.Not blood.But silver.It pulsed once, gently—like a heartbeat. Then faded.She sat up, disoriented. Around her, the camp still slept. Mira leaned against a boulder, snoring softly. Kael and Theron were curled back to back. Elias had taken the high ledge as usual, blade on his lap.And Caine…Still unconscious, but no longer twitching.Calm.Serena looked at her palm again.Something had touched her in the in-between. Not a threat. Not Darian.Something older.Something familiar.She heard it again.A whisper.“Guard her.”Serena blinked. “Lyra?”No answer.Only the rustle of wind.But she knew.Lyra was still with them.Somewhere in the dark.By midday, they were moving again.The valley behind them was long gone, swallowed by unnatural storms that Mira claimed weren’t native to this realm. The Gate had poisoned the land, and now its magic was unraveling everything.They needed to make a choice.Keep running.Or face it head-on.“I can’t k