All Chapters of Alejandro's Human Antidote : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alejandro’s POVAlthough everything in this villa remains the same, something has changed. We are no longer just Zenith and I, hidden away in our fragile sanctuary. Koa has returned with three teenagers, two boys and a girl, from that orphanage in the outskirts of Nevada. Wolves. Young, unshaped, and still unaware of how brutal the world is about to be for them.I stand near the tall windows of the study, arms folded across my chest, watching them from a distance as Zenith gives them water and food in the dining hall. Their voices resound faintly, low and uncertain, as if they are not sure whether to be grateful or afraid. Inferno rumbles in my chest. “They are both. And so are you.”He is not wrong. My entire life I have fought to be seen as more than a mistake, a wolf born of betrayal and violence. Now here I am, the one expected to guide others. A leader. An Alpha. And though I feel the weight of that mantle pressing heavy on my shoulders, there is also a strange warmth spreading i

Zenith’s POV Inferno’s fire still shimmering faintly along the villa’s boundary. I know the flames are not real flames, not the kind that destroy, but Alejandro says they are alive, an enchantment born from his wolf’s essence. Safe. Untouchable. That’s what the fire means. And yet, inside my chest, unease coils tighter every passing day.We have survived this long because of Alejandro’s foresight, and because Koa never misses a threat before it reaches the treeline. Still, I can feel it, the hunters are growing desperate. Xavier will never forgive himself for sparing Alejandro when he was ten. That mistake, he will chase with blood.But right now, my thoughts are not on Xavier. They are on the three teenagers standing in the courtyard, shifting nervously like deer who do not trust the open meadow. Two boys, lanky and sharp-eyed, and a girl whose dark curls spill defiantly past her shoulders. Orphans. Survivors. Fate has dragged them here, though they do not realize yet that this vill

Zenith's POV I lead the teens to the training grounds behind the villa, a clearing among the pines with soft grass and ample space. The air is crisp, scented with pine needles and wildflowers. Darian is already bouncing on the balls of his feet, clearly ready to challenge everything. Lysander trails behind, reluctant but curious. Elysia scans the area, sharp eyes flicking from tree to tree, alert and calculating.I take a deep breath, letting my Luna aura settle around them like a soft, protective glow. “Before we begin,” I say, my voice gentle but firm, “I want you to feel the ground, the air, your own energy. Sense it. Control it. Don’t fight it, guide it.” Darian huffs, arms crossed. “Sense it? What, like a hippie meditation thing?”I smile faintly. “No. Like understanding the power you already have. Not letting it control you. Let me help you.” I extend my hands toward him. A subtle warmth flows from my palms, brushing against him, and I can feel his energy start to steady, his j

Alejandro’s POVStaying near my mate has become dangerous. Initially, she was quiet and restrained, but now, she is getting bolder each day. I'm not complaining I love her bold moves. However, I fear that one day, I might lose my restraint before time. Here I am, sitting at my desk, hands clasped loosely, yet my mind is not on the business reports or the expansion plans. It’s on her. My little Moonlight.Zenith has been… bold. I feel it still, the residual warmth of our balcony encounter, her hands on mine, her pulse mingling with mine. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, rumbles low, restless, wanting more. Inferno reminds me, sharply, of how much restraint I’m exercising, and how much danger the bond itself presents if I let it go unchecked.I lean back in the chair, eyes closing briefly. She does not yet realize just how much fire she is playing with. She thinks she is helping me. She thinks it is playful, sweet… teasing. But each touch, each deliberate brush of her warmth against me,

Zenith’s POVThe rhythm of life in the mountain villa is changing, slowly but surely, as the days bleed into each other. It is not the same kind of silence I first noticed when Alejandro brought me here. No. Back then, it felt like a hollow quiet, a space carved out by loneliness and tension. Now, it’s different. The place is alive with voices, with footsteps, and with hesitant laughter trying to find its place in these walls.Darian, Lysander, and Elysia move cautiously through the halls, the way strays approach an open hand, torn between distrust and the desperate need to belong. They are so young, and yet their eyes carry the weight of what they have already endured.This morning, I have taken them outside to the back garden where Alejandro once showed me the herb beds. I kneel by the rosemary and motion for them to do the same.“Your first shifts will test your body and mind,” I tell them, brushing my fingers against the green sprigs. “Some herbs will help with the pain, others w