All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Allistair woke up to the soft rustle of movements beside him. His lashes fluttered open, revealing the familiar figure of his mate sitting gracefully on the chair next to the bed. Lucifer’s forest green eyes gazed at him tenderly, filled with warmth that could melt and burn him at the same time.“Good morning, Amor Meus,” Lucifer greeted him softly, his voice rich with devotion. “Here’s your breakfast.” He leaned forward and pressed a reverent kiss on Allistair’s forehead.Allistair smiled at him tenderly, still drowsy but deeply touched. He sat up, accepting the tray of food his mate offered. “Thank you Mi Alfa.” He murmured, his voice gentle. Then his smile turned playful as he picked up a small bite. “Here, let’s share. Open your mouth.”Lucifer’s lips curved into a smirk, but he obeyed, opening his mouth to take the food from Allistair’s hand. Their eyes met, and the air between them glowed with quiet intimacy.“By the way, Mi Alfa,” Allistair began after a moment, “is my family

Lucifer gave a curt nod, and the group advanced. Each step deeper into the forest made the world grow eerily silent. No rustling leaves, no chirping birds, not even the hum of insects. The stillness was wrong.The moment they breached the circle of ancient trees, the stench hit them full force. It was foul, metallic, and heavy, like blood left too long under the sun. The ground was blackened, the soil slick with something dark that pulsed faintly under the moonlight.And in the center of it all lay a sight they did not expect.A clearing.Burnt sigils etched into the earth, glowing faintly red as if still feeding on some dark energy. In the middle stood what looked like a body, no, several fused together flesh of both human and wolves-werewolves.“What the fuck is this?”, “The fuck!” Both Damian and Rowan cussed respectively as they saw the horried scene before them.Lucifer’s eyes flashed a shade of black, his aura surging violently. “This…” he breathed, his voice a dangerous whisper

Cassius’s breathing steadied as the divine glow faded from Raine’s hands. As he sat on the chair he recounted the events that had happened to him. And what was the emergency that he tended to all about.“My pack has been experiencing the same kind of corruption since a year ago.” He spoke. But Lucifer was not happy, all of them are. Since they didn’t receive a report of something like this happening at Nightshade pack.“What? How come I don’t know of this situation? How the hell was it concealed? I’m your king for fucks sake. Why would you conceal this from me, from the council?” Lucifer bombarded him with questions his voice echoing against the room in fury.“With all due respect your highness, at that time, we only thought it was a normal phenomenon since you know how we, the Nightshade pack thrives in darkness. As it is our main source of power.” The beta of the nightshade pack Lewellyn Nevar, a charming yet muscular brunette woman, who just arrived since he was aiding the injure

Within, the reek assailed them initially, rot, decay, and something else, something nearly living. The warrior fastened to the stone bench had skin so white it almost shimmered. His body is filled with runes and needle stitch. His upper body that of a wolf but oddly shaped, his lower half that of a human. Strings of black corruption writhed from his chest to his eyes, flickering dimly like veins infused with dark fire.Raine breathed gently, covering his lips. "Moon save him…"Alexander moved forward, bending low as he studied the tainted marks. "These designs, they're not born." His tone was deep, analytical now rather than angry. "They're carved. Forced.""Like a curse," Mikael said."No," Raine whispered, his silver eyes narrowing. "Not a curse… a binding."Mikael shifted to face him. "Tell me."Raine's eyes closed for a moment, feeling more deeply. His voice was just slightly shaken as he spoke. "This energy was once pure, a darkness from the moon goddess itself. But something alie

Lilione's growl resonated in his thoughts, deep and on guard. "Back off! That creature doesn't belong here!" As he felt the power of the void that the moon goddess told them in the werewolf realm when he was still not assigned to the host. The one they need to avoid to. Especially those who are direct descendants of the moon, the Rosewood family. But Allistair was frozen. His heart pounded, his body shaking with a feeling he could not identify. The figure moved closer, black mist tendrils reaching out for him like grasping fingers. "Who are you?" he struggled to say, his voice cracking. The figure cocked its head, voice silky and eerily soft. "You know me. It touched him. The mist caressed his cheek, cold as winter, gentle as the caress of a lover. The touch seared through him like ice. Memories flashed: gilts of wings, of flame, of a cry calling a name he did not recall ever having. Allistair gasped, stepping back. "No! Keep away!" The fog simply compressed its hold, winding ar