All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Alexander found himself upon the edge of the Southern Gardens, where the grip of Casa Del Fierro eased and the earth could breathe by its own rhythm.This garden was not enclosed by walls or nursing Wards thick with command. This garden defied hierarchy and blood oath. The southern wing extended outward, terraced in patches of green and stone down to the broad waterfall that crashed into a pool below, the mist rising like a living entity. An ancient oak tree ruled the garden. Wide-trunked and twisted, its roots burst through the stone ground, unapologetic. Its branches were expansive, with leaves that seemed to confer ancient, long-forgotten knowledge, older even than the Casa itself.Alexander was standing with his hands behind his back. He stood there for a long time, listening to the waterfall, letting its constant roar wash away his thoughts. The scent of damp rock and verdant life filled the air, a sharp, earthy smell. In the distance, birds were startled into flight, their wings

Michael did not answer immediately. Instead, he folded his wings away in a deliberately slow motion, the feathers retracting not in subservience, but restraint. “You're right,” he answered finally. “I do know you.”His voice no longer carried accusation. The sharpness that had characterized the Archangel Michael of old testament and old fear was gone. This was Alpha Mikael Cassius, alpha of the Light Saint Pack.Lucifer gazed at him with intent interest. Alexander sensed it even before it was said. The garden was reacting to it, the mist clearing, the roots of the oak tree settling, the sound of the waterfall calming into a steadier hum. The conflict was over. What was left was much more perilous.Alignment.“You won't stop me?” Lucifer supremely confidently stated.Michael let out a disgruntled sigh. "No. I'm not."Alexander turned abruptly. “Wait. You're just letting him go there?”Michael looked at him, his face impassive. “To let implies that I have a position of power that I no

Lucifer landed on top of Allistair, their bodies glistening from the sheen of sweat and shaking from the remnants of the intensity of the passionate act. Allistair held Lucifer in a tight embrace, the two hearts beating as one. “Mine,” Lucifer whispered softly the low rumble of satisfaction. “You are mine, Allistair. Mine. Forever.” Allistair smiled, his fingers tracing languid patterns on Lucifer's back. "Yours," he agreed, his voice full of happy content. "Always yours." Yet their ardor was far from satiated. Lucifer slid off of Allistair, a lustful grin spreading across his face. "Ready for round two, baby?" he asked, even as he reached for Allistair's cock, which was pulsating with need. Allistair's eyes sparkled with desire. "Always at your service, Mi Alfa," he replied in a low, velvety purr. Lucifer stood up, dragging Allistair with him. “Well, then. Let's go to the bathroom,” he answered, the menace boiling through his words. “I want to fuck you against everything in

The resonance of the bell did not fade away quickly. It moved through heaven as sound had moved through water took time to travel. The meaning kept pace long after the speaking stopped. It was not an alarm or a summons. It was an acknowledgment. A message in.extension. Lucifer Morningstar was here. Angels stopped talking on the terrace, their words hanging in mid-air. Some of them looked up, but others did not, although they all, in their own way, felt the weight of the aftermath that trailed behind him like a shadow. This was not fear. Fear made noise. This was something much, much worse.Lucifer folded his wings as the sound finally faded, and his feathers lay still against his back as though he had come to a decision and would not be swayed. He took one long breath and stepped back from the platform. “I’ll walk,” he said. Michael tipped his head. He did not disagree. That in itself was more revealing than a thousand declarations. Gabriel just followed behind them. They

When Zadkiel stopped speaking, there was silence, but it was a different kind of silence. This one breathed. It expanded in the space between them, not consuming, not erasing but only waiting. The book stood its ground, unmoving, its presence no different from before against the weight now weighing upon the room. Lucifer did not take his eyes off it. Neither did Michael. It was Gabriel who moved first, yet even that was cautious, restrained, as if the floor itself might object. “You’re saying,” Gabriel began, then stopped. He exhaled and tried again. “You’re saying even he couldn’t—” “Yes.” Zadkiel inserted quietly. “I’m saying there is no record of anyone ever doing so after him. No success for we were the only ones who knew this book exist. Not even the Levites in the Levite Garden." Lucifer's eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in focus. "A closed system," he muttered. "Perfectly inert. Perfectly present." Michael folded his arms, the wings shifting subtly behind him.