All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A rift of light opened, and Zadkiel’s shattered form was pulled through it, vanishing into nothing. Lucifer hovered there for a moment, his wings still burning, his gaze following the fading glow. He could’ve pursued. He didn’t. Allistair floated beside him, exhaustion in his rainbow eyes. “You let him go.” Lucifer exhaled smoke, eyes narrowing. “No. I let him run.” Below, the Sins gathered around the Tree of Life, its roots pulsing faintly once more, as if drawing breath. Fierro and Marion stood guard beside Alpha Saillus, their bodies battered but unbroken. The wraiths had vanished, the fog dispersing into glittering motes. Alexander and Raine with Shyren and the other warriors and Damian with Blaine also join in. All clearly exhausted but relieved. Greed looked up, resting a hand on Lust’s shoulder. “Well… that was fun.” Lust chuckled softly, brushing blood from his lover’s jaw. “You and I have very different definitions of fun, darling.” Sloth stretched, yawning, his

Neither of us knew who we truly were, not demons, not sins, just two persons, broken and drawn together by something ancient and inevitable. One night, after a heated argument that left us both breathless and flushed, Celeste pulled me into a secluded alley behind the lounge. The dim light cast shadows on her face, highlighting her fierce gaze. "Fuck, Lucien, you drive me crazy," she growled, her voice low and husky. Before I could respond, she pushed me against the wall, her lips crashing into mine. I moaned into her mouth, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. She broke the kiss, her breath ragged. "Get in the car," she commanded, nodding towards a sleek black vehicle parked nearby. I complied, my heart pounding with anticipation. Inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Celeste started the engine, but instead of driving, she turned to me, her eyes blazing with desire. "Strip," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. I quickly obeyed,

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. His wings enveloped us once more, a gentle embrace that spoke of the love and protection he would always offer me. “Forever,” he whispered, his lips pressing soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. “You are my forever.” My response was a contented sigh, a sound of pure bliss and utter satisfaction. “And you are mine,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed as sleep claimed me, safe in the knowledge that I was loved, cherished, and forever protected by the man who held me in his arms. Back in the present, Lust finished his story, a smug smile on his face. "And that, my friends, is how we fell in love. In the most unexpected and passionate way possible." The room was silent for a moment, the weight of their shared history hanging in the air. Then, Lucifer spoke, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection. "Well, it seems you two have quite the story. And here I thought I was the one

The sky above Heaven bled pale light, not the golden radiance it once held, but a waning glow that trembled like a dying star. The great marble halls that once sang with harmony now echoed with whispers of fear. Where divine choirs used to rise, now chains clinked, and the scent of burning grace hung heavy in the air. At the heart of this fractured realm sat Luna, the Moon Goddess, her silver hair cascading like a river of frost, eyes gleaming with cold light. Her throne a monument of moonstone and shadow, veins of silver light running through its surface like frozen lightning. Where the Creator’s seat had once burned with the golden warmth of creation, Luna’s gleamed with pale perfection, beautiful, yet utterly cold, its radiance hollow of life. Upon the dais beside her throne rested the Book of Life, its cover still shimmering with divine gold, as if the Creator’s final breath clung stubbornly to its pages. The sigils on its spine pulsed faintly, resisting Luna’s touch, whisperin

When Luna’s decree faded into silence, the Seraphim remained still, six pillars of light bound by one shadowed will. The echo of her command “Wrath’s heart still burns for you............. Remember the Consequences.” lingered in the chamber like a curse. Jophiel bowed deeply, the gold of his wings reflecting the pale lunar glow. But when he turned to leave, his steps were too measured, too quiet. The sound of an angel breaking inside and refusing to show it. As the great doors of moonstone closed behind him, the other Seraphim stirred. Sariel exhaled softly, a sound like cracking glass. “So it’s true then. Luna intends to use him as bait.” His tone was cold, analytical but beneath it, the faintest flicker of unease. Remiel, who had been silent through most of the judgment, finally spoke, voice like calm thunder. “If the Moon bends love into a weapon, what hope does Heaven have left?” Haniel’s gaze lowered, her wings folding in tightly. “Jophiel’s heart was never for