All Chapters of Alejandro's Human Antidote : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Zenith I wake to warmth and the slow drum of someone else’s heartbeat, Alejandro’s heartbeat, pressed against my cheek. For a dizzy second I think I am still dreaming. The steam of the bathroom, his hands, the fever that felt like an ocean pulling me under. Then I remember the thunder, the light, the way the world seemed to tilt. My fingers find the curve of his ribs and I breathe him in like air. Something inside me has shifted. Not only the fever, that fierce, urgent ache that drove me into his arms, but a deeper settling, as if a puzzle I never knew I had been carrying has clicked into place. My mind tastes the echo of that click: completion. Whole. The word sits in my chest and feels right. He sleeps with his arm thrown over me, protective and giant, the rise and fall of him steadying my own breath. Inferno hums in the edges of my consciousness, not a voice now but a ripple of warmth that makes the hair along my arms lift. There is contentment in it, ancient and slow, like em

Author's POV The chamber reeked of sage and scorched resin, the kind of stench only witches left behind when they burned through too much power too quickly. Their eyes were still milk-white from scrying, their bodies trembling in the aftershock of what they had just seen.Xavier rose from his seat slowly, deliberately, the old oak chair groaning under the weight of his movement. His presence filled the hall like a storm front, heavy, charged, inevitable.“Well?” His voice was a rasp, a command sharpened by decades of authority. The eldest witch, Marcelline, licked her lips nervously. “My lord… it has happened. The heavens split. The earth answered. A bond not seen for centuries.” Xavier’s jaw tightened. “Speak plainly.”Another witch, younger and braver, stepped forward. “The Healer bloodline… it lives. Your son or rather, the outcast, Alejandro has mated with her. Marked her.” She shivered as if the words themselves burned. “And the storm that followed, it was no mere omen. It was n

Alejandro The villa is silent, the kind of silence that feels alive, almost aware. I stand by the balcony, the cold mountain air brushing against my skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and snow. The pack sleeps, their breathing even, trusting me, trusting the bonds we’ve forged. And yet, I feel a tug at the edge of my senses, subtle but insistent.Inferno’s voice comes without warning, deep, resonant, reverberating inside my skull. “Alejandro. It is time.” I freeze, my heart tightening. “Time for what?” I ask, though I already know.“You must go to the sacred site,” he says, voice clipped but carrying the weight of centuries. “There you will face what you do not yet understand. There, you will temper yourself. Only then will you be ready for what is to come.”I close my eyes, letting his words sink in. Sacred site. The energy reverberates through my wolf as strongly as my human senses. The pull is almost tangible, a magnetic tug in my chest that sets my blood thrumming. “And Zenit

Alejandro’s POVWhen I stepped barefoot onto the training floor, the polished wooden boards reflected the pale light of dawn like liquid amber. Somewhere in the distance, a gong resonated, low, deep, and eternal, vibrating through my chest and stilling my pulse. Before me stood the Eastern master, the man Inferno had spoken of in riddles, the one whose existence blurred the line between myth and memory.Time seemed to slow around him. His eyes held the calm of centuries, his posture so still it felt carved from the essence of discipline itself. He bowed his head slightly, and when he spoke, his voice was soft but carried the weight of a thousand storms. “You have survived the thunder,” he said, his gaze steady. “But surviving is only the beginning. To be whole, your body and spirit must be tempered, through discipline, through control, through the understanding of every breath, every motion, every thought.”I bowed in return, spine straight, chest taut. Beneath my skin, Inferno stir

Zenith’s POVThe morning felt wrong. Not loud or chaotic, just wrong. The kind of wrong that hums beneath the skin before your mind can name it.I had been tending to the herb garden at the edge of the Villa when the pulse struck. The air shimmered once, faintly, like heat mirage. Then the earth quivered, and something deep within me shuddered in reply. My hands stilled over the soil. I closed my eyes.There it was again, that faint thrum of distress, a vibration echoing through the land. Plot 13.Even before Inferno guided Alejandro to purchase the mountain Villa, I had felt the pull of that undeveloped patch of wilderness nearby. My ancestors’ old home, long abandoned, long silent. But now the energy pulsed from there, uneven and cold, like a heartbeat skipping in panic.“Zenith,” Koa’s voice cut through my thoughts. He jogged toward me from the main house, broad shoulders tense. “The northern ward’s flickering again. Darian says he saw light distortions, like something pressing aga