All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

But Lucifer was not done. He wanted to leave no doubt in Allistair’s mind. He wanted to claim every inch of him, to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Allistair was his and his alone. He lifted Allistair effortlessly and carried him to the ancient, ornate table in the center of the room. He bent Allistair over the table, his hands gripping his hips tightly. Allistair’s breath hitched as he felt Lucifer’s hard length pressing against his entrance once more. Lucifer’s hips thrust forward, filling Allistair in one swift, powerful movement. Allistair cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Lucifer’s size. The table creaked and groaned beneath them, a symphony of their primal dance. “You like that, don’t you?” Lucifer growled, his voice a low, primal sound. “You like it when I fuck you like this.” Allistair’s head fell back, his eyes rolling as waves of pleasure washed over him. “Yes, Father,” he moaned. “I love it when you fuck me like this.” Lucifer’s grip tightened, his c

Allistair lay beneath Lucifer, his body still trembling from the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and the raw, untamed energy of their combined power. Lucifer's eyes, now a swirling vortex of crimson and black, bored into Allistair with an intensity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Look at you," Lucifer whispered, his voice like a sinful caress. "So beautifully broken. So perfectly claimed. You're mine, aren't you? Every inch of you, every thought, every breath." Allistair could only nod, his voice stolen by the intensity of his emotions. His body was sore, but it was a sweet ache, a throbbing that begged for more. He felt Lucifer's fingers trace the line of his jaw-the touch gentle, yet possessive, so very at odds with the brutal claiming he had just endured. "You're so fucking tight," Lucifer growled, he entered him again as his hips begins to move in a slow, deliberate grind that had Allistair moaning. "So fucking pe

What Zadkiel expected to see was anger, confusion, shock. What he had hoped to see was recognition and longing. Instead, what he saw caused the archangel's blood to run cold. Terror. Pure, instinctive, bone-deep terror followed by hate. Envy scrambled backward so fast he almost fell off the bed, pulling the child with him. His breathing came in sharp, strangled bursts. His fingers shaking violently, he covered the boy with his own body. “N-No—” Envy choked out, voice cracking. “S-Stay away—don’t touch him!” Zadkiel froze. “Envy—” “NO!” The scream of Envy cut through the room, like shattering glass. His aura spiked. Envy’s envy wasn’t passive; it was a choking, suffocating force of emotional overload and it lashed out like green fire. Zadkiel let it through and he let it hit him. For he know he deserved worse. Envy's breathing turned erratic. It was too fast, too shallow, his body curling forward as he wheezed and trembled and clutched the child even tighter, as if someone

Zadkiel closed his eyes, his fists shaking. "She used me," he whispered. "All of me." The memory shifted again. Jophiel being manipulated, Wrath being trapped, the seals on Levite Garden weakening under Luna’s tampering. Envy, cornered and isolated and tormented with illusions designed to make him mistrust everyone, save for the one person Luna wished to have him bound to. Zadkiel. But here the image split in two, into two versions of Zadkiel. One cold, unfeeling, faithful to Luna. One desperate, bleeding, fighting shadows in a dark, empty chamber. The Sins gasped. Even Lucifer froze. “The one you saw kissing Luna,” Elion said softly, “the one who betrayed Heaven, who imprisoned Wrath, who deceived you all, that Zadkiel was not real.” A ripple of confusion washed through the room. “He was a clone,” Elion continued. “Created by me an attempt to intervene without causing chaos to the balance. I use it as a last resort. I used half of Zadkiel's power of Judgement to cr

All froze as Lucifer's heart sank. The weight of Zadkiel's words hung heavy in the air, a grim foreboding that seemed to seep into the very bones of those present. The room, once filled with the hum of whispered plans and the rustle of shifting shadows, now held only the echo of Zadkiel's revelation. “The moment Na’ara split,” Zadkiel whispered, his voice barely audible yet carrying the weight of ancient secrets, “into Lilith and Luna… Luna inherited the ambition. The hunger. The desire to rule Heaven and Hell.” He looked at Lucifer with hollow eyes, the depths of his gaze reflecting a pain that transcended time. “She wanted not just your throne but the whole universe and the Divine realm itself where she can rule the Levites and oppress the humanity she always hated and make the perfect supernatural realm also at the cost of killing her own son and also her other self Lilith." Lucifer's aura flared, a violent storm of emotions that threatened to consume the room. The air crackled w