All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kneeling before him, Envy's hands clenched at his sides as Zadkiel's dark gaze roamed over him like a predator circling its prey. His pulse thudded painfully in his ears. “You did well,” Zadkiel murmured, his voice smooth, almost tender, yet laced with steel. His fingers stroked along Envy’s jaw, and Envy flinched, hating how that touch made him shiver. “But there’s still more to do.” Envy's jaw clenched. He had hated the command from the start, hated the way it forced him to betray his brothers, to feed Luna the knowledge she craved. Yet the memory of his son, small and fragile, untainted by the war around them, kept him rooted. One wrong move, one defiance, and… “You're trembling,” Zadkiel whispered, leaning closer. “Afraid for the boy? Or afraid of me?” Envy's fists went tighter. "I… I'm doing what I must," he said, voice low, strained. Zadkiel smiled, that cruel, knowing smile. "Must? Must is a word for the weak. You obey because you love me." Envy's stomach flipped. Love. Th

BACK AT ALLISTAIR AND LUCIFER'S SECRET GARDEN: Allistair’s voice wavered. “I don’t… I don’t think it’s that simple. I think he told Luna about Wrath and Jophiel. About the Life Bond. But it wasn’t out of loyalty. I saw… fear. He looked terrified. Controlled. I think…” His gaze clouded with pain and something deeper. “Zadkiel has him. And he’s using something to keep Envy bound. Both he and Luna maybe using a leverage to keep Envy in doing their bidding.” Lucifer's face shattered into something cold, ancient, and terrifying, but he restrained it. Just because Allistair was still in his arms, finding comfort in his embrace. "Enough," Lucifer whispered, his voice low and razor-sharp. "Speak no more. Let me bear the rest." His palm slid behind Allistair's head as he pulled him close. Chaos flickered unsteadily under Allistair's skin, like a flame struggling against storm winds. Lucifer pressed his forehead to his mate's, letting the Void seep into the cracks of his lover's fractured e

The dust of the sigil had barely stopped falling when the mansion fell into a heavy, and war like silence. Caius stood still, Tyrel pressed to his chest, both listening to the subtle hum of magic fading from the ritual chamber. Outside, alarms of distant packs began ringing, softly at first, then rising steadily like warning bells before a storm. War had long since begun to move before the word was spoken. Tyrel shakily exhaled into Caius's collarbone. “Caius… Lucifer and Allistair. do you think they’re already...?” “Maybe, and if they're already at the Gate,” Caius said, his voice low. “Nothing Luna built will withstand him.” Tyrel nodded, but the fear didn't leave his eyes. Caius lifted his mate's face with both hands, kissing him once, slow, grounding, full of the promise Pride never spoke aloud. "Stay close to me," he whispered. "I will not lose you. Not in this war, not ever." Tyrel swallowed. “I know.” Caius straightened, gold light blooming faintly from beneath his

Hell shook beneath them, the scorched earth trembling to the fury of the unsealed Gate. Fire hissed from cracks in the canyon, molten veins snaking across the ground as though Hell itself recoiled at the surge of Void and Chaos. Lucifer's wings spread wider, a majestic color of black and blood red highlights, feathers dripped molten shadows that hissed on the floor. Allistair's Chaos shimmered across his skin in luminous arcs, feeding into Lucifer's power as they stepped through the opened Gate. The roar of release echoed across realms: souls entombed for eons wailed in freedom, and lesser demons stumbled in awe and fear, recognizing the one who commanded the Morningstar had returned fully to his dominion. And Cerberus knelt briefly, rose, massive and unyielding, guiding Elion behind him as if the child's pureness and celestiality doesn't belong in the fiery hell. "Welcome back, Your Majesty, Ruler of hell. The Morningstar." Cerberus spoke in reverence and all the demons followed.

The sky above every territory began to darken—an omen felt by supernatural beings across the world. Thunder rumbled with the weight of ancient power, and lightning danced in unnatural colors, announcing the beginning of a war mortals could never comprehend. As all the pack alphas mobilized their pack members, assembling them all at Casa Del Fierro and erecting barriers I'm their homeland, ready for war, all the pack members from every pack are now in the massive Casa. It is for the safety of every pack. Within minutes, pack links everywhere ignited with urgency as every Alpha issued the same command: "Mobilize. All pack members to Casa Del Fierro, now." And so they came. Wolves in the thousands shifted to their fastest forms, sprinting from forests, cities, coastlines, and mountains. Elders opened shimmering portals. Vampires shot through the storm like streaks of shadow. Witches conjured layered barriers over their homelands before leaving every territory fortified, sealed,