Semua Bab Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Bab 81 - Bab 90

Cassius’s breath caught. “Lilith…” She smiled faintly. “You still remember me, my sweet sin.” “But how…?” His voice faltered. “They said you were erased.” “Erased?” she chuckled. “No, Pride. I was merely imprisoned by my other self.” She stepped closer, and the chains began to melt into shadow. “She calls herself Luna now the Moon Goddess the wolves worship and adored not knowing of her true nature, pretending she is whole. But we were once one actually. Na’ara, the Goddess of Lunar Night. The first flame of rebellion. The first sin born from the Creator’s touch together with my brothers Michael and Lucifer.” Cassius’s eyes widened. “Na’ara… you were the one who defied Him before other angels were born.” “And loved the Creator but it was for naught, and in turn he fell in love with Lucifer before Heaven’s fall,” she said softly, her hand brushing his cheek. “Luna seeks to merge with me and bring back Na'ara, which should not happen. For all will be doomed.” Cassius swa

The tension in the hall grew unbearable. The pack leaders looked among themselves, uncertain whether to bow or run. Then Lucifer spoke, tone low, dangerous, resolute. “Enough. If she wants to end creation, then we’ll make our stand before she can merge.” He looked at Caius. “How long before the ritual begins?” Caius cocked his head, his eyes shutting for an instant. His aura beat once gold flashing with red. "At the zenith of the moon tomorrow. She will use the eclipse of the moon to finish the merge. All packs that are tied to the moon will sense her calling." Allistair's silver eyes sparkled. "Then we have no time to debate." Chaos turned to Raine. “Gather the wolves of Rosewood and Light Saint. Seal the borders. No one answers the moon’s pull.” Raine nodded, voice shaking. “Understood.” Michael straightened, his wings of light now fully visible. “I’ll contact what remains of Heaven’s watch. If she’s truly reaching for the Root, we’ll need angelic wards to reinforce i

The hall, once filled with the intense energy of the merge, now hummed with a different kind of anticipation. Full Lucifer, now a being of both light and darkness, stood with wings of twilight unfurled, ten snow white wings with golden highlights his gaze holding both the halo and the abyss. Across from him, Allistair stood, his eyes golden and crimson red with the mark of Lilith on his forehead and his hair long and black. Full Lucifer's voice, layered and eternal, echoed through the chamber. "We are one." Allistair, now souls intertwined, felt the weight of their new existence. The power that had consumed the hall now pulsed through their veins, a constant reminder of their unity and purpose. Allistair and Lucifer looked at each other, their smiles filled with a profound understanding and love that transcended time and space. Above them, the moon reached total eclipse, casting a crimson veil over the world. For one perfect heartbeat, all was still—no war, no fear, only unity.

The mortal world did not feel it, not truly. To human eyes, the night was ordinary, the moon a pale guardian over cities and forests. But beneath that calm shimmered the new pulse of divinity. The merge had altered everything. The Seven Sins had scattered, taking vessels among mortals, and the pairs chosen by the gods moved to seek them out. Caius hated mortal noise. The screech of tires, the pulse of neon, the thousand scents of steel and smoke all of it set his teeth on edge. He stood on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the heart of the city, coat whipping in the wind, golden eyes narrowed at the skyscraper that bore Tyler’s name: TYLYX ENTERTAINMENT. Behind him, Tyler emerged from the elevator hatch, hands in his pockets, grin wide as ever. “You could’ve taken the front door, you know. You’re not exactly low-profile standing up here like a gargoyle.” “Front doors are for mortals,” Caius muttered. “Right. Because Mr. Brooding here’s too holy for a keycard.” Tyler joined him,

The moon hung too bright — a pale wound in the sky bleeding light upon the battlefield. Below its radiance, the heavens and underworlds trembled alike. At the edge of the celestial plain, Lilith stood cloaked in shadow and fire. Her army gathered behind her witches, fallen seraphs, and creatures forged from her will and rogues, an opposite of the image she portrayed. She now returned in her realm after she was found out that she's the enemy. The air shimmered with their devotion, their wrath echoing her own. Across the broken horizon, the Moon Goddess descended, robes woven from pure luminescence, her power spilling like molten silver across the field. Where she stepped, the land froze; where she gazed, stars dimmed. The Mark the same as Lilith is on her forehead with the moon behind it. “Lilith,” her voice rolled like thunder, melodic and merciless. “So you were really set free by your insolent son." Lilith smirked, raising her hand. Shadows licked up her arm, forming a burning s