All Chapters of Alejandro's Human Antidote : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zenith’s POVThe villa feels different tonight. Not louder, not busier, but heavier, as if the very walls of this place have learned how to listen. Ever since Selene walked through the door, the balance has shifted. She does not say much, but I notice how the others straighten when she is near, like trees bending subtly toward sunlight they did not know they needed.I stand by the kitchen counter, drying the last of the dishes. The others are scattered around the living room. Alejandro is leaning against the fireplace, Koa on the arm of the couch, Lysander and Elysia whispering over some inside joke while Darian pretends not to listen. Selene sits a little apart, her posture rigid, and her eyes everywhere. She has not relaxed once since stepping inside.“Here,” I say softly, placing a steaming cup of chamomile in her hands. “For the nerves.” Her eyes flicker to mine. For a moment, I see suspicion. Then, faintly, gratitude. She takes the cup. “Thank you.” Her voice is quieter than I ex

Unknown POV Inferno growled in satisfaction at the chosen name, his voice reverberating through Alejandro’s chest. “The Haven of Shadows… a fitting sanctuary for those who have none. Gather them, Alpha. It is time.”Alejandro straightened, his hand lingering on Zenith’s before he rose. Her presence steadied him, a silent anchor, and the warmth in her eyes reminded him why he fought so hard to build something greater than himself.Minutes later, the few members of their fragile but growing family assembled in the meeting room. Zenith sat beside him at the high table, her presence calm yet radiant, while Koa stood guard like a dark sentinel at his side. The five newcomers, Selene, Esme, Darian, Lysander, and Elysia, sat stiffly, hands folded on their laps, tension heavy in the air. Their gazes flicked nervously between Alejandro and Zenith, suspicion and fear etched into their faces.Alejandro’s wolf bristled at the sight, but he forced his tone steady, authoritative, yet gentle enoug

Zenith’s POV Sunlight spills over the jagged ridges of Tahoe, painting gold across the villa walls. I wake slowly, my chest tight with the memory of last night. The warmth that surged through the mindlink, the voices whispering Luna, and the fragile awe I felt when I reached into their brokenness. My hand rests on my stomach, still trembling slightly. Even hours later, the hum of connection lingers like a living thing beneath my skin. The villa is quiet, but I sense the others moving. Small ripples of energy reach me. Darian stretching, murmuring something I can almost hear, Lysander quietly heading to the balcony, Esme and Selene whispering to each other in the kitchen. And Koa, always Koa, standing sentinel in the hall, his calm energy grounding me without touching. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the chill of the floor seep through my socks. For a moment, I hesitate, this role, this… responsibility, it’s heavier than any patient I have ever faced. But the warmt

Zenith I step into the training room after breakfast, the sunlight stretching across the polished wooden floors. The Haven of Shadows already hums with quiet anticipation. Darian, Lysander, and Elysia are seated in a rough semicircle, eyes wide but attentive. Esme and Selene hover near the back, tentative yet alert, like deer on the edge of a clearing.Alejandro stands at the head of the room, posture rigid, wolf-sense barely restrained, his storm-gray gaze sweeping over all of us. Koa leans against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as though he already knows how this will go. I feel the pulse of the mindlink before I even speak, threads of connection that are stronger than last night. The collective voice greets me again, quieter, tentative: Luna…I inhale deeply, letting the calm flow from me, feeding into the link. “Today,” I say softly, voice carrying just enough authority, “we’re going to start small. Breath, awareness, and control.” Darian shifts, lookin

Alejandro’s POVThe sun rays filter through the villa windows in long, golden slats, illuminating the polished wood floors and the scattered herbs Zenith has left drying on the counters. The Haven of Shadows is awake, but the air is electric with anticipation. Today is the first real exercise, coordination, discipline, understanding one another as a pack.I step into the main hall, shoulders straight, wolf coiled just beneath the surface. The new members are already gathered. Darian, Lysander, Elysia, Esme, Selene, and Koa standing guard by the doorway. Zenith kneels in the center of the room, her hands hovering over a small cluster of herbs as if drawing energy from them, her presence steadying the room like gravity itself.I let my eyes linger on her for a fraction longer than necessary. She does not have a wolf, does not shift, does not have fangs or claws, yet every member of this fledgling pack already responds to her. They instinctively lean into her calm, into the quiet authori