The Alpha's concubine mate 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The world was made of echoes.Soft, endless, and cold.Lila floated in a place that wasn’t air or earth — it was memory, fractured and bleeding through her veins. Every breath she took tasted of iron and moonlight. The ground beneath her was glass, cracked and glowing with veins of silver light, pulsing like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.“Where am I?” she whispered, but the sound vanished before it reached her ears.A mist curled around her ankles, whispering words she almost understood. Her name. Cole’s. And others — names that didn’t belong to her life, yet hurt as though they’d once been carved into her soul.She began to walk.Each step left an imprint of frost behind her, delicate and vanishing. The air shimmered faintly, forming shapes — faces, moments, pieces of lives long gone. A woman screaming beneath a burning moon. A man kneeling in chains. A tree bleeding light.Her hand trembled as she reached toward one of the visions. It solidified — a woman, her eyes silver like Lila’

The moon was full that night—bloated and bleeding into the clouds like a wounded heart.Its light spilled over the clearing, washing everything in a pale, trembling glow. The air was thick with the scent of silver ash, herbs, and blood.And I was dying.My body felt like a battlefield between two worlds.The curse coiled within me like molten fire, clawing at my insides as if it refused to leave. My veins burned; my vision fractured. Every heartbeat was a scream.Cole knelt beside me, his hands shaking as he drew the last rune in the dirt. His fingers were cut and blistered, smeared with blood—his and mine, both mingled into the sigil that would decide whether I lived or shattered into dust.“Lila,” he rasped, his voice breaking, “stay with me.”I wanted to.Gods, I wanted to.But the darkness inside me laughed—a low, feminine whisper that was not mine.He can’t save you, child. You are mine.My throat locked as shadows swirled around me, twisting into faces I couldn’t name. The voice

The darkness that claimed Cole was not the peaceful oblivion of sleep, but a swirling vortex of memories, desires, and primal instincts. He was no longer fully himself, but a battleground for two warring entities: the man he had been and the beast he was becoming. He saw flashes of his past, moments of joy and love, laughter and friendship. He remembered Lila's smile, the warmth of her touch, the way she made him feel whole. But these memories were tainted by a growing hunger, a desperate need to possess, to protect, to claim her as his own. The wolf within him snarled, its voice a constant whisper in his mind. She is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to devour. Cole fought against the rising tide of animalistic urges, clinging to the last vestiges of his humanity. He knew that if he lost control, he would become a danger to Lila, the very person he swore to protect. He saw visions of himself, transformed into a

Cole moved with a speed and ferocity Lila had never witnessed. He was a whirlwind of claw and fang, tearing into the shadowy figures with a primal rage that sent them scattering. The Old Ones, caught off guard by his sudden arrival and transformed state, faltered in their assault. "Cole, stop!" Lila cried, her voice hoarse. "You're losing yourself!" But Cole didn't seem to hear her. He was lost in the red haze of the wolf, driven by instinct and a desperate need to protect her. He tore through the remaining shadows, scattering them like leaves in the wind. Finally, the last of the Old Ones fled, their whispers fading into the darkness. Cole stood panting, his body trembling, his eyes burning with silver fire. He turned to Lila, his expression a mixture of love and wildness. "Are you alright?" he growled, his voice rough and strained. Lila stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the man she loved strug

Lila sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the chilling whispers of the Old Ones seeming to chase her. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig sent a jolt of fear through her. She risked a glance back, but the forest was a blur of shadows, offering no clear view of Cole or their pursuer. She had to trust that he was holding his own and would find a way to follow her. The path to Cole's grandfather's cabin was etched in his memory, but for Lila, it was a treacherous maze of tangled roots and thorny bushes. She stumbled more than once, scraping her knees and tearing her clothes, but she pressed on, driven by a desperate need to reach safety. Finally, through the trees, she saw it: a small, unassuming cabin nestled in a clearing. It looked weathered and worn, but there was a sense of quiet strength about it, a feeling of being protected. This was it, their sanctuary. As she approached, she noticed the intricate carvings etched into the wooden doorframe and around the windows.