All Chapters of The Alpha's Only Weakness: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELARA’S P.O.V. “That sounds like giving up,” I muttered jokingly, and saw the corner of her mouth raise as I moved past her to grab a glass from the cupboard. Hera didn’t respond right away. When I glanced back at her, she was watching me with a knowing look that made me feel like she could see everything I was thinking and feeling. I thought back, trying to make sure I hadn’t touched her when I passed in case she was using a gift, but I couldn’t remember even grazing her. “It’s not giving up,” she said finally. “It’s choosing which battles to fight, so the rest of us won’t get killed.” I filled the glass with water and gulped half of it down, ignoring the way my stomach clenched in protest. Food sounded like a terrible idea. I already felt nauseous from the constant tug of the bond and the lingering scent of Lucien on my skin. Two days without eating might have been overkill. I should have just come down, eaten with the pack, and faced Abigail. “How long has he been fighting

ELARA’S P.O.V. A cold chill slid down my spine like the metal tip of a blade as the messenger lifted a hand dismissively, and the creature behind him lowered its head as if obeying a master. He controlled shadows…. He was a reaper. My lips parted in shock as terror consumed me. I had never crossed a real reaper until Lucien, and now I had met two. If they were real and there was a force of them, then I had to wonder what else was out there. My eyes shot back to Sarah, where she was still flickering faintly. Her skin still looked too pale, and her breathing looked rapid, but even she was glaring at me with a mixture of anger and pain. Glancing down at her arms, I noticed the dark bruising on her pale skin and raw flesh beneath the shackles around her wrists. She wasn’t just being held. She was being tortured. Again. “Sarah?” My voice cracked. “What are they doing to you?” Her mouth opened as her eyes narrowed, but the messenger answered instead. “That’s nothing you need to

LUCIEN’S P.O.V.Every hair on my arms stood on end as my wolf growled with anger. “Let me see you.” The voice said again, and my eyes narrowed as the shadows recoiled, pulled back from me. My anger rose as the shadows betrayed me, revealing my face to the man in the forest. That was three times in the past few days that they did not listen…that someone else commanded them. The black fog drew tight as it moved around me, crawling up my legs and back, clinging to my shoulders like they were trying to hide behind me.My wolf’s hackles lifted. “Show yourself.”Wind stirred the ash and smoke, blowing it between us as the smell of burning corpses grew thicker. None of them would work for what I needed anyway. Their souls were already gone. I needed to find the wolves still dying. A shape stepped out from the tree line, barely visible behind the smoke until the wind shifted again, clearing the space between us.At first, he looked like just another man, tall and lean, dressed in a dark,

ELARA’S P.O.V. I could feel Abigail’s daggers stabbing into the side of my head, but she also wasn’t being subtle about it from where she sat three seats down from the Luna’s chair… where I smugly sat. The angrier Abigail became, the more prideful I felt. It was a surprise to me that she didn’t demand to sit here after she had claimed it only a few nights before. Then again, I had to wonder if Lucien said something to her before he left. The thought should have made me feel secure in my position with the pack… with Lucien, but it didn’t. The weight of the ultimatum I had just been given was pressing down on my shoulders, threatening to crush me. I had to either sign my soul over to the King or risk losing my sister and mate. It felt like it should be an easy answer, but there wasn’t one I could give without talking to Lucien first. “The king sent for her,” A woman whispered as she leaned over to speak to her friend, but there was nothing private about their conversation i

ELARA’S P.O.V.The clearing seemed to brighten around it, somehow making the darkness of the shadow figure before me even more prominent and defined… as if he were real.The mist rising from the black pond thickened, swirling over the water like a storm building before it moved from the water, reaching for Lucien. My wolf pushed forward, hackles raised, ready to fight, but my body refused to listen. My feet were pinned, not by the earth, but by fear. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t even shift. The shadows were holding me prisoner, and I hated it. I searched inside me, reaching for my gift, needing to find the light I had used before, but as Lucien swayed forward, my panic clouded my control. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, and I knew whatever had happened to him, he didn’t have too much longer. “Leave him alone!” I growled at the shadow before me. I had shocked him once before with the kiss when he took Lucien’s form, but now he was just darkness, and he wouldn’