All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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One Hundred and Twelve

Soren's Pov Bind Her? Taking her away... how could they even think about that The meet I banged the door behind me and it didn't take a minute for it to open again ...I didn't need to check who it was ... Dylan. "would you at least wait ..." He called out and I stopped walking just to face him, he was at a bit of a distance with his jaw tight and his eyes sharp—too sharp. This wasn’t the usual friendly concern I sometimes saw from him. The look he gave me was purely that of the beta I had trained with, the one who carried the pack’s absolute loyalty in his veins and prioritized its survival above all else. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice clipped and offering no room for pleasantries. “I know,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady despite the sudden spike of adrenaline. “That’s why you clearly followed me out” He crossed his arms, settling his weight against the wall. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, bore into mine with palpable disapproval. “You’re losing

Last Updated : 2025-12-21

One Hundred and Thirteen

Author's POVKahlan walked fast.Not running—but close enough that anyone watching could tell she was trying to outrun something inside her.Her boots struck the stone corridor in sharp, uneven beats. Each step sent a dull ache up her legs, a reminder of the power she had unleashed moments ago and barely managed to contain. Her hands were still trembling, fingers curling and uncurling as if they didn’t quite belong to her anymore.She didn’t look back.She knew Soren was behind her.She could feel him the way she felt heat before fire—steady, inevitable, impossible to ignore.“Kahlan.”His voice echoed off the stone walls.She didn’t slow.“Kahlan, wait.”She turned the corner sharply, intending to put distance between them, but he was faster. A blur of motion, a solid presence—and suddenly she was pressed back against the cold stone wall, his arms braced on either side of her, blocking her escape without actually touching her.The sudden stop knocked the air from her lungs.Her back

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

One Hundred and Fourteen

Freya's POVI woke up with a strange, unsettling feeling that the room was too quiet.Not peacefully quiet. Empty quiet.Normally Kahlan shifted in her sleep, muttered under her breath, or paced restlessly when the nightmares came to her.There was always some sound of her presence. This morning, however, there was nothing but the heavy, unnatural silence.I sat up slowly and looked toward the other side of the room, my heart already beginning to pound.Kahlan was already awake.She sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her back impossibly straight, her hands resting loosely in her lap.Her hair hung around her face, completely untouched and unmoving.She wasn’t moving, breathing, or even twitching.“Kahlan?” I said softly, instantly worried by her stillness.No response.At first, I told myself she was simply ignoring me in a new fit of grief-induced withdrawal.Grief often does that to people, I reasoned. It wraps them up so tightly that they forget the rest of the world and the

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

One Hundred and Fifteen

SorenI knew something was terribly wrong the very moment Freya started running toward me at full speed.The girl was seriously bad at cardio.“Soren!” she shouted, breathless from the sprint, her hair half loose and her eyes wide with unadulterated panic.My chest tightened instantly, a knot of pure dread forming, before she even reached me.“What happened? Tell me,” I demanded, grasping her shoulders.“It’s Kahlan,” she said, grabbing my arm and nearly dragging me to move. “Something’s profoundly wrong with her. She’s not responding.”My heart dropped to my stomach in a single, agonizing thump.“What do you mean wrong?” I demanded, already moving forward. “Where is she right now?”“She’s been staying in her room” Freya said quickly, spitting out the words as we started moving. “For three days straight. She barely spoke, she's barely eaten or slept. I stupidly thought she just needed time alone given her condition.”“And what happened then?” I pressed, matching her urgent pace.“This

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

One Hundred and Sixteen

Kahlan's PovI woke up already tired.It wasn't the kind of weariness that came from a simple lack of sleep or a long day of exertion, but the kind that lived deep in my bones—heavy, stagnant, and unmoving. My eyes opened slowly, blinking against a light that felt far too harsh, and for a long moment, I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me looked unfamiliar; it was too white, too clean, and lacked the comforting shadows of my own room.Suddenly, fire flashed behind my eyes.I sucked in a sharp, jagged breath, my fingers curling into the sheets until my knuckles turned white. “Kahlan?”Freya’s voice cut through the mental fog like a blade. I blinked and focused, forcing myself to truly look until her face came into view. She was sitting beside the bed, her eyes rimmed with dark, weary shadows and her shoulders held with a brittle tension. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, her usual composure fraying at the edges.On the other side of the room, Soren stood near the

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

One Hundred and Seventeen

Kahlan's POV Soren said it for the millionth time.“You’ll hurt yourself.”I ignored him.The dummy in front of me was already leaning crooked, its head barely attached, straw spilling out where my fists had split the stitching. My knuckles burned. My chest burned worse. I drove my elbow into its torso again anyway.“Well pardon me for being frustrated,” I shot back, not even looking at him. “Its not like Freya said someone is trying to get into my head.”I twisted, kicked the dummy square in the ribs, and felt something tear.“Even if no one will say it out loud,” I continued, breath sharp, “magic like that can only be done by two people. Ava. And the council witch.”Soren didn’t interrupt. That only fueled me.“Sasha’s mother,” I added. “Who works for the man who wants me dead...AkA Ramsey "The frustration boiled over. I planted my foot and kicked hard.The dummy’s head snapped clean off and rolled across the floor.Silence followed.I straightened slowly and wiped sweat off my bro

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

One hundred and Egittenn

KahlanThe room went quiet the moment Ava closed the door. It wasn't the kind of silence that precedes a storm, but something far more unsettling. It wasn't tense, and it wasn't dramatic. It was just… wrong.Easton leaned against the heavy oak table, his arms folded tight across his chest. He watched Ava with that sharp, calculating look he used when he was pretending not to care—the one where his eyes narrowed just enough to hide the flicker of genuine fear behind them.Ava, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease. Too at ease. She stood with her weight centered, her expression a mask of practiced serenity, like she had already lived through this conversation a dozen times and knew exactly how it would end.“You said it was urgent,” Easton said, his voice grating like gravel against the silence. “So talk.”Ava smiled faintly, a ghost of a gesture that didn't reach her eyes. “We’re running out of time.”My spine stiffened. I stayed near the wall, my shoulders pressed against the

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

One Hundred and Nineteen

Kahlan's POV The air in the sparring room was thick with the metallic tang of exertion and magic, a heavy, suffocating weight that settled in the back of my throat. Sweat already clung to my skin in a slick, salty layer, though we’d only just started the first circuit. I gripped my staff tighter, the wood grain biting into my calloused palms, forcing myself to stand taller despite the bruises blooming across my ribs—deep, mottled purples and sickly greens from yesterday’s session that throbbed with every breath. Easton stood at the far end, arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes sharp and unyielding as flint. Next to him, Professor Carl leaned slightly forward, her weight shifted onto the balls of her feet; her lips curved in a faint, predatory smirk that suggested she was already mentally dissecting my failures and planning my demise. “Three rounds,” Easton began, his voice slicing through the thick tension like a cold steel blade. “Today, your sparing partners are thr

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

One Hundred and Twenty

Kahlan I sank heavily onto the bench, my legs trembling with a rhythmic, uncontrollable shudder under me. Sweat dripped down my temples, stinging my eyes with salt, and my lungs screamed for air as if they’d been filled with liquid fire that scorched every inhalation. My muscles were screaming, a chorus of agony that throbbed in time with my pulse, and my ribs protested every shallow movement with a sharp, stabbing friction. Yet, I forced myself to breathe deeply, fighting the instinct to gasp, desperately trying to shake off the suffocating grey haze of pure physical exhaustion. Freya appeared beside me almost silently, a ghost in the periphery, holding a small food bowl. The faint, earthy aroma of something warm and salty—bone broth, perhaps—hit my senses, and I turned my head sluggishly, the movement feeling like I was pulling my neck through thick molasses. “Here, you need it more" she said, passing the bowl to me with a steady hand. Her eyes were curious and unsettl

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

One Hundred and Twenty one

Kahlan's POV I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, my chest burning with a sharp, searing heat, while my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.My thoughts were a chaotic mess of primal fear and desperate urgency, but through the noise, all I could focus on was the image of him in my mind.I had to see him with my own eyes, to touch him and prove my world hadn't ended yet.I had to make sure he was truly okay, that he hadn't been broken or taken while I wasn't looking.There was a little thought at the back of my head which was telling me that I might have been overreacting but I didn't want to dwell on it.When I finally reached the edge of the training clearing, I froze, my boots skidding slightly on the damp grass.My eyes landed on him immediately, his silhouette framed against the gray sky as he was caught in the middle of a brutal, high-speed sparring match with Dylan.The way he moved—every step controlled, every strike precise, yet vibrating with a lethal ener

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

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