All Chapters of Torn Between Alphas: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Even the walls trembled with the flow; the air itself felt like it wanted to rip them in half. Lucian could hardly stand; his body still refused to listen to his mind. His heart was so heavy she could hear it, over the creak of the floor, over the dark that rushed to swallow them. And the air here was diabolical — it had fangs — just waiting to get a good scab.Serena jumped away from him, aghast, horrified by what she had become, clutching Lucian’s wrist half beseechingly, half panic stricken. “What do we do?” her voice shaking with the calm she was attempting to project.That thing, the thing from the shadows, the thing that towered over all of them like some damned dark god, Lucian could not even gather his thoughts, much less answer. What he had presumed was dead, up and gone, buried and dusted, had found its way to him and just that arrival set him a panic, ripples inside his chest.The figure

The scent of battle and war  lingering in the air. The shadows that clung to them were now weak tendrils, just whispers of smoke. The ground still shook under Serena’s paws from aftershocks of the fight: the strange energy that coursed through her body at those last moments. She had been transformed from a thing everyone feared into an unbeatable force of nature itself. Her claws dug into the floor as she panted, her eyes still glowing with the power of victory. Lucian and Elias, both panting and muscles rippling with effort, stepped out of the shadows. The room was dark, but not as dark as it had been. Now, there was an eerie calm, an insistent pressure on them from every direction. The threat was gone, at least for now, but the price of that victory remained palpable, like the smoke of a still-embering fire.Each breath they took was a reminder of the power that had coursed through Serena’s body, scalding hot, made of iron. It had revealed the deep darkness that w

The chill of the night air clung to Serena's skin like a heavy shroud, but it was the absence of sound that weighed down more than any wind. Serena stood in the courtyard, her breath coming sharp and ragged in the cold October air. Her heart raced — with anger, shock or pain? Maybe all three. Her mother, Isolde, and Mira disappeared like ghosts and faded into the night, but their presence still lingered, heavy in her mind. There presence  was suffocating, choking.“Isolde is right about one thing,” Lucian growled, his voice low and stretched tight, low as evening low as night. Then there he was next to Serena, jaw set, brow to the sky as if waiting for something to come and peak and tear the dark in half.“What’s that?” Serena said, her voice firm, but she could smell the implication in her mind like bad perfume.“The blood of the Onyx wolf,” Lucian said, his gaze drifting away fro

The hours stretched long in the library, every page turned, every book closed, the weight of Serena’s decisions heavy on her chest. The words she had read echoed through her mind. “Either he’s going to stand as a hero, or he’s going to fall as a tyrant.” Could that be her fate? Was she always going to pick one way over another? Her Onyx wolf in her was a savage, punishing force, raw and almost anticipating that she’d claim this choice, whoever she was.She walked the aisles of the library, her shoes soundless on the stone floor, trying to sort her thoughts. There hadn’t been an inherited curse in the Onyx wolf—the burden was hers now, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could bear it.  Could she really control it? Or was her destiny to succumb to the shadow that always seemed to offer her strength the more she embraced it?Serena draped herself over an old scroll

The air was thick with tension as the trio moved down the narrow hallway, their footsteps quick but measured. Serena could feel the weight of their urgency pressing against her chest. Every corner they passed seemed to narrow, every shadow lurking just a little longer than it should. They didn’t speak as they moved; words seemed unnecessary. They all knew what was coming.Serena’s mind, still wrapped in the knowledge of the map and the cult, struggled to keep pace with the emotions stirring within her. The Onyx wolf, the power that coursed through her veins, was growing stronger with every passing minute. It was almost like a hunger, a low growl in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quiet. She’d always fought it, always tried to keep it contained, but now... now it felt like it was awakening, stretching, testing the boundaries of its cage.Her fingers brushed against the cool stone walls as she walked, the rough texture grounding her, but it