All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The moonlight passing through the conference hall's glass splintered into bits of silver, tracing the marble floor like the fragments of something from the heavens. No one said anything. The final reverberation of Allistair's voice appeared to float in the air, old and weighty, like the echo of creation itself. Elder Olgana's breathing quivered. The light of her eyes faded, and they looked pale, as if she had seen too much of the Divine's truth. Lucifer stared back at her silently. The power emanating from him was restrained, polished, but beneath the control, all the Alphas in the room could feel it: the stillness before the shattering of worlds. "Allistair," Elder Khaillia hesitated at last, her voice filled with curiosity but uncertain, "How… how did you understand what she said? The words you spoke none of us could even make sense of them." Allistair's gaze rose from the moonstone table to hers. His voice remained firm, though a flash of confusion flickered in his eyes. "

Then rose Alpha Ivy Louise Parker, of Red Moon Pack, known for her mastery of toxins and her body’s resistance to any poison. Her voice was smooth, steady. “I received corpses, rogues slain at my borders. Their veins were filled with something thick, black, and glowing faintly red. I tested it. It is poison, but not of this world. My immunity failed to resist it.” A chill swept across the hall. Even Lucifer’s gaze sharpened. She added coldly, “Whatever this substance is, it’s feeding off life itself.” Alpha Trevor Cross Wallace, of the Blood Crusade Pack, stepped forward next. His pack, home to both vampires and werewolf-vampire hybrid. Was feared and respected alike. He bowed slightly toward Lucifer, his crimson eyes glinting. “The corruption reached us, too. My hybrids sensed it before I did, a taste of blood in the air that was not ours. When we investigated, we found rogues who had regained their clarity, yet refused salvation. They spoke a name.” His gaze flicked toward L

A chill ran down Raine's spine but he remained calm and composed while Alexander furrowed his brows not liking how his friend questioned him. "The fuck are you talking about?" Alexander asked his voice a higher pitch than usual. "You know what I mean Alex. Don't dare try to dodge it." Lucifer spoke with authority in his voice. "Whatever do you mean by that Your Majesty?" Raine interjected. His voice sounding hostile and wary at the same time. "Let's get to the point. I saw how you reacted severely when your son spoke the language of the divine and the angels. Why? Do you know something about my mate that even he doesn't know?" Lucifer confronted them that made Alexander's anger flare but before he could punch the king Raine stopped him. "Don't. Mio. Don't let your anger cloud your judgement again and just go on punching others." Raine sighed then let his mate sat back on the chair again. "Allistair his actually not our biological son. Our real son is dead. He and Allex are

The room grew quiet after Raine recounted the past of the Rosewood Pack. The past of Allistair too that they buried. Each sentence he'd spoken resonated. The tale of blood and moon. Of brutality and redemption and of death and life. Lucifer after hearing the tale was shocked speechless of what he had learned. Maybe he's closer to the truth of why Allistair seems tied to him since ancient times because their bond is ancient and just seemed to strengthened. He also needs to ask about why his mate reacted strongly to the first time he called him Amor Meus. For a moment, the silence stretched. He didn't speak. Then, in hushed tones, he whispered, "Fuck. He is not your son? How come the moon goddess gave her son? How did your child died? How is their no reason of his death? Did you not investigate?" He added more as he questioned both of them. Alexander suddenly irritated at the questioning answered him. His brows furrowing. "What's with your tone Samael. That nigh twhen All

The night air was cold and still when Allistair appeared at his secret garden. Light flickered out, leaving behind only the faint shimmer of moonlight dancing over petals and dew. The world around him was silent. Even untouched, sacred, his secret place where no one dared to enter but only him and now his mate. But he used his magic to seal the entrance that not even his mate could find it again or enter for now. He’d built it with his own hands years ago, a refuge carved from loneliness. Roses that glowed faintly under the moon grew wild along the stone paths, and the faint hum of magic shimmered through every leaf. Here, the world didn’t demand answers. But tonight, it felt like it demanded him. Allistair sank to his knees near the old white oak at the center, his breath ragged. The moonlight wrapped him in its cold embrace, but it didn’t soothe him. It only made the tears on his face fell more as he sobbed. It glimmered like glass. “Not their son… not their blood…” he w