Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Ivy's POVThe ground burned beneath my feet. Black fire rolled like living smoke, swallowing the bodies of witches and wolves alike.Kyle stood at the center of it all or what was left of him.His body was no longer flesh and bone, it was ash and shadow, veins of molten red glowing under skin that cracked with every breath. The artifact pulsed from his chest like a second heart, each beat sending another shockwave through the battlefield.He laughed, the sound distorted, wrong. “You wanted peace?” His voice came in layers, human, beast, and something far older. “You wanted to unite wolves and witches, Ivy Morrin? Look at what unity brings.”I took a step forward, the taste of blood and smoke thick on my tongue. “You destroyed this city,” I said quietly. “Not me.”He tilted his head, smiling, teeth blackened by power. “You think you can save them? You can’t even save yourself.”Behind me, Damon stumbled, clutching his side. His claws were soaked in blood, his or Kyle’s, I couldn’t tel

Damon's POV“Ivy!”I hit the ground hard beside her, catching her before she struck the dirt. Her body burned hot enough to sear my skin, veins lit red beneath the surface like molten lines. Every instinct in me screamed to hold on tighter, but her magic was already spiraling out of control.Her eyes flickered open for a second, silver bleeding into crimson. “Damon”“I’m here,” I said, gripping her shoulders. “Stay with me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”She gasped, body arching as another wave of red light tore through her. The ground around us cracked open, sigils crawling outward in every direction. The curse Kyle unleashed was alive, spreading like wildfire, drinking the blood-soaked earth.Wolves howled in the distance. Gemma’s voice shouted orders. Rowan’s magic flared somewhere behind me, trying to stabilize the barrier. But all I saw was her.Her fingers twitched weakly against my arm. “It’s… inside me,” she whispered. “He bound it, to me.”I shook my head. “No. We’ll find

Damon’s POVI sat there, still holding her. Ivy’s body was cold against mine, her blood staining my hands, her hair matted against my chest. The moonlight above us had gone pale, almost colorless, like even the goddess herself had turned away.But I wasn’t letting go.I could hear voices behind me, Gemma shouting orders, Sera sobbing, Kara whispering something that sounded like a prayer but none of it reached me. All I could hear was the bond. Faint. Weak. Flickering like a dying ember.“Ivy,” I whispered, my voice barely a sound. “Come back.”Nothing.I pressed my forehead to hers. “You don’t get to leave me like this.”Her skin was cool, but her magic still hummed deep beneath it. It was fading, but not gone. I could feel the echo of her heartbeat through the bond, a faint pulse buried under layers of silence.Rowan’s body lay a few feet away. He’d given his life to protect her. The others were bleeding, limping, barely standing. Everything we’d built was hanging by a thread. But

Kara’s POVThe smoke had finally stopped rising from the ridges by the time I stepped outside the healer’s tent, though the air still tasted faintly like ash and old magic. People said it would take days for the valley to cleanse itself, maybe weeks, but today was the first time Golden Valley felt like it was breathing again. Wolves moved through the ruins clearing debris, witches channeled soft light to mend broken walls, pups darted between adults as if the world hadn’t nearly ended under their feet.I tightened my cloak around my shoulders and watched a set of young wolves haul a fallen beam out of the path. One stumbled, nearly dropping it, and I stepped forward to help steady him.“Careful,” I said as he nodded, grateful.He couldn’t have been older than fourteen. His eyes still carried the fear that lived in all of us after the war. I had seen enough young faces like his. “You okay?” I asked.He swallowed. “Trying to be.”I nodded. There wasn’t much else to say. Trying was som

DAMON’s POVPeace didn’t feel like peace,not for wolves, not for witches, and definitely not for a pack still healing from a war that ripped open every border of their lives.But we were rebuilding, one breath at a time.On the training field, hybrid recruits lined up in two rows, palms glowing faint silver as Kara barked instructions. She’d stepped into leadership so fast it still surprised me sometimes. Losing Rowan had nearly broken her, but it sharpened something in her too, a steadiness we needed.Sera stood beside her, guiding the younger witches through controlled breathing.I walked across the field, and everything went quiet.“Alpha,” Kara said, wiping sweat from her forehead. “They’re ready for the next round.”“Good,” I said. “Show me what you’ve learned.”One boy stepped forward, shoulders tense. “Alpha, what if our power spikes again? What if we lose control in the middle of training?”“You won’t,” I said. “Not if you learn discipline first.”Another girl swallowed. “Lik