All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Wrath nearly groaned at the sound of it. Love....Of all things. No wonder the world shook between them. Jophiel swallowed before he asked, “And yours?” Wrath then took a step closer, heat rolling off him like a storm as he spoke. “Wrath.” Jophiel felt the name hit him like a brand. He whispered, “You, you, shouldn’t be here.” Wrath leaned in, far too close. His breath brushing the angel’s cheek. “Then why can’t you look away from me?” Jophiel’s wings twitched. His jaw clenched. His breath trembled. "Don't. Stay away from me, Sin of Wrath." Wrath smiled, slow and devastating. Light shuddered. Flames rose higher. The world trembled with their proximity. Two forces never meant to touch, never meant to see each other, drawn together like gravity itself was bending. Jophiel finally stepped back, just one foot, voice low. “Leave this realm.” “Make me,” Wrath whispered. Golden light surged around Jophiel, a blazing aura that pushed back the encroaching darkness. The air cr

BACK TO THE PRESENT: Jophiel cried as he remembered the time when Luna didn't seize heaven and Wrath was not yet imprisoned. As he cried harder, he felt the bed of white roses dipped and a warm embrace surrounded him and the all to familiar voice spoke near his ear. "My angel stop crying. I'm free now, even though not without a price but I'm here. And I'll follow you anywhere." Jophiel's eye widen in shock and he faced his lover. Wrath. Looking at him he cried harder because seeing his face, he remembered the moment the memory of Wrath’s suffering hit him, Jophiel broke. His wings trembled, shoulders shaking as he finally let himself cry in the arms of his beloved. Tears fell, one turning silver before vanishing. He buried his face in Wrath's chest. “Wrath…” The word escaped him, raw, helpless. “My angel… no more please, stop crying. I can't take you like this. It's painful too." Wrath spoke in anguish as a tear fell from his fiery eyes while he cupped Jophiel’s cheek

Caius jolted forward with a sudden intake of breath, as if breaking the surface of deep water. But the moment he sat up, something warm and trembling collided into him. Tyrel. His mate was clinging to him, arms tight around his torso, face buried against his chest, shoulders shaking. Soft, broken sobs escaped him, each one punching straight into Caius's soul bond. “Ty…” Caius whispered, his voice strained. “Darling, what’s wrong—?” The room answered before Tyrel could. “You've been unconscious for five days, idiot.” Greed's voice came from the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, but his eyes red with worry. Sloth sat slumped in his chair, half-asleep and yet alert. "Whoa! You actually forgot that when one of us triggers that link, the person who received the contact will be like a dead person for five days." Caius blinked, dazed. "Oh… sorry I forgot?" Tyrel's grip tightened as if he feared Caius would vanish. Tyrel sniffed, his head rising as he glared through tear

Allistair took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the weight of the task ahead settle across his shoulders like a living thing. “Caius, Lust, Greed, Sloth. Surround us,” he said, his voice low but firm. The four Sins moved instinctively, forming a circle around him and Lucifer, their bodies poised to shield, steady, and anchor the magic about to be unleashed and to link their bond with each other. Lucifer's hands pressed onto Allistair's back, grounding him, anchoring him, and channeling the energy of the Void into his mate. The subtle pulse of the Void intertwined with raw Chaos inside Allistair, forming a fragile, potent synergy. Every fiber of his being hummed in response as he prepared to bend to the ritual that was to activate the Moon-Chaos sigil circle. Allistair knelt onto the cold stone floor, pressing both palms onto the ground as his voice began to rise in a low, rhythmic chant. The words were ancient, holding a weight far beyond simple magic: the resonance of power itsel

Inside Lucifer and Allistair's secret garden: The air shattered like glass when Lucifer appeared. He carried Allistair in his arms as though the world itself might try to steal him away again. The garden stretched around them in haunting beauty. An endless twilight where stars glowed beneath the soil and roses bled light instead of dew. The air shimmered with faint whispers of souls bound in bloom; every petal was a fragment of his gift to Allistair, a garden grown from devotion and void. Lucifer knelt in the center, summoning the Sanguine Pool, a shallow basin that pulsed with both Chaos and Void, a pool of crimson blood. Twin energies swirling together in forbidden harmony. Its crimson surface shimmered like molten glass, the air humming with power strong enough to unmake lesser beings. He lowered Allistair gently into the pool. The moment his body touched the surface, the blood rippled outward, glowing faintly violet where Void met Chaos. “Allistair…” Lucifer’s voice tre