All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Soren's POV.The moment she faltered, the air seemed to vanish from the room. One second she was speaking, her voice a fragile thread of shaky but coherent thought, and the next, that connection snapped. Her breath caught mid-sentence—a sharp, uneven hitch that signaled the end of her strength—and before I could really catch up to what was wrong, her knees simply buckled.I lunged forward, my movements fueled by a raw instinct that bypassed thought entirely. Her weight was strange when I caught her, a heavy, dead-weight pressure that felt wrong against my skin, far heavier than her slight frame should have been. She didn’t just fall; she crumpled to the floor like she was made of glass shattering in slow motion. I caught her just in time, my arms locking around her with a desperate, crushing force. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of dread, but I held her close, my mind racing to make sense of the void where her presence had been only seconds before.“Kahlan?”

Kahlan's POV I stared at him while he hovered far too close to my throat, his fingers ghosting over my skin with a clinical detachment, like he was inspecting which fruit was the best in a market stalls.“You’re insane,” I said flatly, my voice barely a rasp against the quiet of the room. “Has anyone ever told you that? Or do they all just nod and hope you don't snap?”Ramsey didn’t even look offended; if anything, he looked preoccupied. He tilted my chin slightly, his thumb pressing just below my jawline as his eyes remained focused on the angry red marks on my neck.“I’m checking,” he said, his tone infuriatingly level. “I was hoping I didn’t strangle you too hard. It’s a delicate balance, restraint and necessity.”I snorted, the sound sharp and ugly. “Reassuring. I’ll be sure to put that on your testimonial.”If my hands and legs weren’t bound tight—the price I paid for my first very enthusiastic, very bloody attempt at stabbing him—I would have shoved a knife straight into his ne

Soren's POV.I didn’t even knock.I didn’t pause.I didn’t think about what I might see—or who I might have to fight.All I knew was her name, her scent, and how far I was willing to go to make them pay.“Their entire coven stays in one of the dorms… I set off the fire alarm and moved them here,” Freya said, voice steady as if we weren’t walking into hell itself.She didn’t flinch.Of course she wouldn’t.“And why can’t we just have Nyx burn down the building?” she added, tossing a glance over her shoulder.I didn’t answer immediately.I let my eyes scan the room, watching the way the shadows danced against the peeling wallpaper and the terrified huddle of women who thought they were untouchable.Windows cracked from the alarm’s chaos, witches frozen in confusion, their fingers twitching as they tried to find the thread of a spell that was already failing them.I let my lips curl faintly, savoring the way the air turned cold at my presence.“Now where’s the fear in that?” I said, rele

KahlanIt took a minute for my vision to clear. Everything felt distant, muffled, like I was underwater. My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut by a exhaustion I couldn’t quite name.“Mom—stop. She’s awake. They let her go.”The voice reached me first, but it didn’t fully register. It sounded like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. My head throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache, and the world tilted precariously when I tried to focus on the flickering shadows above me.“Kay,” someone said, their voice cracking with an urgency that pulled me further toward the surface. “It’s me. Are you alright?”Hands touched my shoulders, firm but trembling, trying to help me sit up.“I’m supposed to be asking you that question,” I murmured hoarsely, my throat feeling like it had been scraped with glass. I blinked, forcing my eyes to stay open. “You look awful.”Freya froze for a second, a flicker of her usual spirit returning before she laughed weakly. Her face was deathly pale, the skin pulled

SorenI couldn’t let go of her.Not when I practically pulled her out of the war room, not in the hallway, not even when the heavy door to my bedroom finally clicked shut behind us.The moment the lock engaged, the noise of the world outside fell away, and it was just us—finally, fucking finally.Kahlan stood in the middle of the room, moonlight spilling through the tall windows and painting silver across her skin like a celestial blessing.She looked small in my space, fragile in a way that made my chest ache with a sudden, sharp protective instinct, but her eyes were steady on mine.She was waiting for me to speak, to explode, or to demand answers about Ramsey and the dangerous deal she’d made in the dark.I could see the questions in her gaze, the worry that I was going to lose my mind over what she’d told the others downstairs.But I didn’t care about any of that right now.Eight hours.She’d been gone eight hours, and the absence had shredded me, leaving my nerves raw and my mind