All Chapters of FATED TO THE ALPHA I WAS BORN TO KILL: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Nyra's POVDraven's visit changed something, though not in the way I expected. I still woke gasping most nights, the mark flaring hot beneath my collarbone, but I stopped hiding it afterward. I told Kade everything now, every fragment, even the ones that scared me too much to fully understand.The visions changed too, sometime after that conversation. They stopped feeling like memory, or warning, or grief given shape. They started feeling like something happening right now, in real time, somewhere beyond these walls.The first one arrived three nights after Draven found me in that doorway. I saw a ridge I didn't recognize, snow heavy on bare trees, and a column of wolves moving in disciplined silence beneath a banner I'd never seen before, black fabric marked with a symbol that looked almost like a broken circle.I woke with the exact number of banners still burning behind my eyes. Six."That's oddly specific for a dream," Kade said, when I told him, though his voice carried none of h

Kade's POVI stopped trying to fix her that morning, and I didn't tell her I'd made that decision. I simply stopped asking what was wrong, stopped watching her the way you watch a wound for signs of infection, and instead sat down on the floor beside where she'd curled into the window seat, saying nothing at all.She glanced at me, wary, clearly expecting the careful, gentle interrogation that had become our routine these past weeks."I'm not here to ask you anything," I said. "I just wanted to sit with you."Something in her shoulders eased, fractionally, and we stayed like that for a long while, the afternoon light shifting slow across the floor, neither of us speaking until she finally broke the silence herself."Riven tried to cook again last week," she said, apropos of nothing. "While you were at the northern watch.""Gods help us all.""He set the pot on fire, Kade. An entire pot. I didn't even know that was possible with soup."I laughed, surprised by how easily it came, and sh

Kade's POVI understood, three days after the message written in blood, that she was hiding something new, something worse than the visions she'd already confessed to. I felt it in the careful way she avoided looking directly at her own hands, in the sleeve she now kept pulled down over her palm even in the warmth of our chamber.I didn't ask her about it.I'd spent weeks learning that pushing simply drove her further behind whatever walls she was building, and I understood, watching her carefully, that whatever this new fear was, she needed room to decide, on her own terms, when she was ready to hand it to me.So I gave her that room, and something, slowly, began to ease between us.We started functioning together again, not the fragile, tender reconnection of that one gentle night, but something steadier, more practical, the two of us moving through council sessions and training drills and the ordinary business of leading a stronghold under siege with a rhythm that felt, for the fir

Nyra's POVI met her at the edge of the Frostspine border, alone, exactly as her message had instructed, though every instinct I possessed screamed that meeting Vaela without Kade's knowledge was precisely the kind of choice that had already cost me so much this war.I went anyway.She waited beneath a dead tree, wrapped in a cloak too thin for the cold, and something in her posture, hunched, wary, exhausted in a way I recognized far too intimately, softened the anger I'd carried toward her for months."You came," she said."You said Mogra was alive.""She is." Vaela's voice carried none of its old sharpness, worn down into something flatter, more honest. "Held behind a magical seal I've seen but never touched. Vaerath keeps her there, has kept her there since shortly after your own death and return.""Why tell me this?""Because I know where the seal is," Vaela said. "And I know it can only be opened by blood tied to hers. Yours, specifically."I studied her carefully, searching her

Nyra's POVThe location Vaela described lay half a day's ride beyond the Frostspine border, a ruin so old that even the stones seemed to have forgotten what building they'd once belonged to, and I felt the wrongness of the place the moment I crossed its broken threshold, cold and ancient in a way that had nothing to do with the season.Vaela waited for me there, exactly as promised, her expression tight with a nervousness I hadn't seen from her before."This is it," she said. "The seal Vaerath's guards mentioned. I've never actually seen it opened, only heard them discuss where it was kept and why."I studied the ruin more carefully, searching for whatever mark or ward might indicate Mogra's presence, and found nothing except crumbling stone and a silence too complete to belong to any ordinary abandoned place."Where exactly," I asked."Below," Vaela said, gesturing toward a set of stairs descending into darkness I couldn't see the bottom of. "There's a chamber down there, sealed with