All Chapters of Five Alphas, One Destiny: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Author’s OOV. The room was drenched in shadow, the kind that swallowed light whole and left only shapes and outlines behind. The walls were carved stone, blackened by age and smoke. Torches flickered along each side, though they did nothing to brighten the atmosphere. Instead, their flames only deepened the darkness, stretching it across the floor like thick oil.Lined up on both sides of the long aisle were wolves in human form, their clothes worn, their eyes hollow, and their heads bowed. Rogue werewolves. Each one rigid with fear or forced loyalty. None dared to move. None dared to breathe too loudly.At the end of that aisle rose a raised platform of polished marble, and sitting upon it was a throne forged entirely out of gold. The metal gleamed even in the dimness, catching every glimmer of the torchlight as if it enjoyed the attention. The man who sat on the throne did not seem to belong to it. Or perhaps the throne belonged to him so completely that it was hard to separate whe

Aria’s povI sat on the edge of my bed, my body still heavy with exhaustion. Every movement sent tremors through my limbs, and my thoughts were a haze of fatigue and lingering tension. I could hear them all right in the room, their voices carrying through the walls, sharp and heated, filling the quiet of the mansion with a storm that made my chest ache.Kael was shouting, his voice low and urgent, demanding even, though I could tell he was trying to maintain some restraint. Lucien, not far behind, argued with him, his tone just as firm but calm, almost surgical in its intensity. I didn’t understand half of what they were saying, but I could tell they were fighting over me, over what was best for me.Evren’s voice cut through, smooth and unnervingly composed. “I am not leaving her side. She needs to stay here. With me.”“You can’t control everything,” Lucien countered, frustration sharp in every word. “The pack has rules, and this is about her safety. We can’t leave her exposed to dang

ARIA’S POVSleep did not come easily that night. I lay on the edge of my bed, my limbs heavy with exhaustion, yet my mind refused to quiet. The events of the day—the pull I had felt, the argument between the brothers, the mobilization of the warriors—played over and over in my head. My eyelids drooped, my body begging for rest, but the moment my consciousness drifted, a different world opened before me.It started dark. I was standing in a vast room, taller than anything I had ever seen, filled with shadows that seemed to cling to the walls and floor like living things. A cold weight pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. In front of me was a throne, golden yet tainted with something unholy, gleaming in the faint light. Sitting on it was a figure wearing a mask that reflected nothing of the world around it, only darkness.I could not see the man’s face, yet I felt him. The air itself seemed to bend toward him, heavy and suffocating. Then, a voice, distorted, sliding arou

ARIA’S POVThe voices behind me had grown sharp, cutting into the tension in the room like knives. I could feel the energy vibrating off both Darius and Evren, each man bristling, unyielding, their anger and frustration tangling together in a battle that had nothing to do with me but everything to do with my presence. I could not take it anymore. I rose slowly, every muscle in my body tense, but determined.“I cannot stay here,” I whispered to myself, though the words carried louder than intended. The fight between them continued, echoing off the walls, but I no longer heard it. I felt only the pull of need, of space, of a place where I could just breathe without feeling like a pawn in their war.I walked toward the door, moving quietly, carefully, though every step felt deliberate, like a rebellion against the weight pressing down on me. I did not glance back. I could not. Their shouting faded behind me, replaced by the faint hum of the mansion settling around me. Even in the quiet,