Alle Kapitel von Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

For a breath, no one made a sound. Not the guards. Not the council. Not even the Sins. Khaillia trembled in the iron chair, chains rattling as her wide, broken eyes locked onto Kaelen like he was the end of all creation. Kaelen straightened under the weight of her stare while Gluttony’s arm curled instantly around Kaelen’s waist, possessive and protective in equal measure. His aura shifted. It was no longer teasing, no longer amused. Dangerous. Ready. Primordial. “Speak,” Lucifer commanded. Khaillia winced. Her cracked lips quivered, but no sound escaped her throat at first, only a strangled whimper. Tears streaked down her cheek. The confident former Luna, council and mother of an Alpha, ruler of a pack, looked like a creature cornered by a monster no one else could see. “It can't be you,” she whispered hoarsely. “You were never meant to awaken.” They all looked at each other. Wrath muttered, “Awaken? Lady, he was literally under a cloak five minutes ago—” "Silence,"

The word hung in the dead air, a blade slicing through every thought, every heartbeat, every fragile illusion of control. "Soon." The silver pulse of the Moon Sword faded; a silence fell, so complete, so heavy that it leaned against the chest like a gravestone. Its echo, though, remained, a hum older than memory, older than time, vibrating through the bones of the chamber. Every sigil etched into the stone walls flickered, pulsating in recognition, as if some invisible conductor had raised a baton and whispered to eternity itself. Kaelen's breath hitched as his fingers spasmed, curling against the cold floor as if they could claw reality itself. Then, the shift happened as his head snapped upward with a violence that startled even the ancient stones. But it wasn't Kaelen's face that stared back. His features remained, yes, but the eyes, oh, the eyes had changed. Moon silver but his pupils are red, almost the same as when Allistair fully transforms as chaos but his pupil's color is

Silence followed Lucifer’s decree. It was vast, total, suffocating silence. It pressed into the bones of every being in the chamber, swallowing even breath. Khaillia’s scream had not yet left her throat, suspended in the same invisible force that held her aloft. Her body trembled violently, eyes bulging with terror, hands clawing at nothing as if she could scrape her way out of fate itself. Lucifer did not bat an eyelid. He did not budge. He simply watched, all impassive, absolute, until the last echo of his words stopped reverberating through the Purgatory chamber’s stone ribs. Only then did the room begin to breathe again. Only then did fear return to the lungs of those who still lived. Michael, who had not spoken once, closed his eyes in brief sympathy but not for Khaillia, but for the son who would wake tomorrow without a mother in any meaningful sense. Lilith crossed her arms, face unreadable but tinged with a cruel satisfaction. Elder Luvre bowed his head, absorbing the fina

Michael and Lilith, standing at the very edge of the destruction as they were amused seeing their antics exchanged a look as though they were saying that, this is why we don't take days off. Their expressions were bored, unimpressed, as if they had merely stumbled upon lovers arguing in the market rather than witnessing Na'ara herself nearly break the realm in half. Allistair's laughter still echoed faintly, clinging to the air like static. Lucifer kept a possessive hand resting around Allistair's waist even as their kiss broke, his shadows loosening reluctantly, like they refused to stop touching Allistair even if their master allowed it. Kaelen stayed cradled on the ground, chest rising in small pained stutters, his skin pale save for the faint sickly gold light still pulsing at his throat. Gluttony hovered by him like a man on the edge of collapse, fingers twitching wanting to touch, yet terrified of harming him further. It was a long time before Lucifer finally tore his gaze awa

The words left Gluttony like a vow carved from his very soul. They didn't echo, for nothing echoed in the Silent Sanctum, but the weight of them pressed into the cold air, settling over Kaelen's trembling form like a second blanket. Kaelen's breathing rasped, uneven and shallow, but his fingers curled weakly against Gluttony's wrist as if answering that promise with everything his failing strength had left. Lucifer watched in silence, not indifferent nor unmoved but calculating. Behind him, the sealed orb of Na'ara's extracted essence floated black, pulsing, and writhing like a scream trapped inside. Its distorted heartbeat thudded against the Sanctum's walls, yet the runes swallowed the sound, muffling into nonexistence. “As long as Na’ara exists, the boy will never be at peace" Michael whispered behind him. “Then she will not last long,” Lucifer said matter-of-factly. Lilith snorted, folding her arms behind her head. “You say that like she's a mosquito you can slap. I know he