All Chapters of Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

IVY’s POVI didn’t sleep that night, I was just awake with Damon’s arm draped over my waist, his breathing steady against the back of my neck, warm and grounding. But my mind refused to settle, replaying the Herald’s words, the ash message, the roar in the forest, and the way Jace’s whisper seemed to curl around the edges of my thoughts like he had never left this world.Damon slept in that heavy, warrior-deep way he only managed after patrols. I carefully lifted his arm and slid out of bed. My stomach was beginning to show now, a small curve that made everything feel real and terrifying.I touched it gently and whispered, “You’re strong. You’re not a curse. You’re not chaos.”The baby kicked once, like an answer.I wrapped my robe around myself and walked to the table where my mother’s grimoire lay open, pages marked with notes and sigils I’d been practicing. The air felt different tonight, tighter, like the walls of the room were listening.Elara sensed it before I even called her

Ivy’s POVKara’s voice was still echoing in my head when I stepped into the Moon Hall, the air warm with candlelight and old magic. The scouts had shown us the sigil they’d found, my name carved into glowing bark, as if the forest itself had branded me.Damon wanted to storm every border. Gemma wanted to hunt the Shadow Court. Asher wanted to collapse. And Kara… Kara kept watching me like she already knew whatever came next was going to be ugly.But this wasn’t a problem the warriors could solve.This was mine.I pulled my cloak tighter and stepped into the center of the hall. Elara was already there, waiting, hands clasped, eyes tired but sharp.“You called me?” I asked quietly.“You felt it,” she said. “The shift. The stirring. Something old is walking under the valley.”I nodded. “The sigils. The witch who said the Heir must not be born. Jace’s signature on the ridge.”“And you know what this means.”“I do,” I whispered. “But I want the truth. All of it.”She studied me for a mome

Ivy’s POV The pain came like lightning, fast, sharp, and wrong. My hand flew to my stomach, breath catching as the world around me tilted. The air in the chamber pulsed, the candles flickering wildly as if reacting to something unseen.“Elara,” I gasped. “It’s too soon.”My mother was already moving, her eyes glowing faintly with moonlight. “The child’s power is reacting to the lake’s seal breaking. We have to start the protection circle, now!”Outside, the howls had begun. Long, broken sounds that didn’t belong to wolves anymore.The witches rushed into formation, Elara at their center. Sera’s sister, Lys, started carving sigils into the air, her voice trembling as she chanted the first verse. I could feel the magic thickening, pressing down on my chest until breathing became a battle.Another contraction tore through me, harder this time. The pain wasn’t just physical, it felt like my magic was being pulled in two directions. One half burned silver, the other bled black.“Elara,”

Damon’s POVThe darkness didn’t feel natural. It wasn’t the kind that comes when torches burn out or when clouds cross the moon. This one felt… deliberate. Heavy. Like something holding its breath.I tightened my grip on Ivy with one arm and held my child against my chest with the other. “Stay behind me,” I said quietly.“I’m not hiding,” Ivy whispered, her voice thin but steady.“I didn’t say hide. Just stay close.”Elara raised her hand for silence. “Something’s entering the room.”Not walking. Not pushing. It simply formed.A dim glow flickered in the far corner. Silver at first, then a faint blue, then a shape. A man’s outline. Shoulders. Hair. A face I knew too well.Jace.He didn’t look like he had in battle, or even in life. No anger. No edge. No wildness. Just… calm. The glow around him softened the room, and for the first time since the lights went out, Ivy breathed without shaking.“Jace…” Ivy whispered.I stepped in front of her slightly. Not blocking her, but claiming the

Ivy’s POVFive years later.Peace doesn’t arrive all at once. It comes in small breaths, quiet mornings, and the laughter of a child chasing butterflies across the fields of Golden Valley. It comes in Damon’s warm hand brushed mine as we walked toward the training grounds. It comes in the soft hum of witches weaving protective wards not out of fear but out of tradition.Peace came slowly. But it stayed.“Ivy!” Lyra’s voice rang through the air, high and bright. “Mama, look!”I glanced up just in time to see her raise both hands toward the sky. A ripple of pale silver light shimmers between her fingers, swirling like a tiny moon caught in her palms. She giggled as the magic splits into three glowing spheres, dancing around her head like fireflies.Damon laughed under his breath. “She’s showing off again.”“She’s your daughter,” I said, nudging him. “Of course she is.”“She’s yours,” he countered softly. “That’s why she glows.”Lyra squealed, running barefoot across the grass. “Papa! W