All Chapters of The Alpha's Only Weakness: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LUCIEN’S P.O.V.The dungeon reeked of rotting bodies and feces as I entered from the shadows, the scent hitting me like a punch.Chains scraped faintly against stone as I moved through the corridor, shadows flowing ahead of me, searching high and low. The guards stationed outside the cells didn’t have time to cry out before their necks were snapped. They didn’t have time to set off any alarms, and I refused to leave witnesses if I could help it. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and violent, urging me forward. Elara’s scent clung to me, grounding me just enough to keep my control intact. If I lost myself here, I might never find my way back to her.And I needed to come back. I needed her.The corridor narrowed, torchlight flickering against damp walls the further I walked. My hand brushed the iron door at the end of the hall, and the darkness surged forward, snapping the hinges like bones before I reached it. Inside, the cell was dirty, cold, and small.In the corner, curl

ELARA’s P.O.V. The name felt strange on my tongue, and my knees threatened to buckle when our matching eyes met. She looked so frail and broken that it hurt to look at her, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. After all this time, she was finally here and free. “She needs a healer,” Lucien said to me softly, and tears filled my eyes as I nodded, still too stunned to move. Alive. After everything… she was alive. She had been in the dungeons for years, and after the King set his messenger here, I was convinced that she would have been dead or unreachable. But Lucien did it. He had saved her for me just like he had promised. I took a step closer, my eyes tracing the bruises on her arms, the hollowed cheeks, the way her fingers twitched weakly against Lucien’s chest as if she were trying to grab his shirt but couldn’t. “She’s been in the King’s dungeon,” he continued quietly, and I winced. I had angered the King’s counsel and probably the King himself after his messenger’s visit,

ELARA’S P.O.V.Sunlight warmed my face before I was fully awake, and I turned, pressing my face into Lucien’s chest to hide from it. For the first time in what felt like forever, my mind was quiet. After a few moments, I lifted my head slowly, studying the strong lines of his face while he slept. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his jaw relaxed instead of clenched with tension. The scruff on his jaw was slightly longer than he normally kept it, but I liked it.I had never seen him like this before. He looked peaceful.My heart softened.He had protected me, saved my sister, and last night…My cheeks began to warm as I thought back to last night. It had been sweet, loving, and all-consuming. It was different from the times before. I never would have imagined it could be like that. He kissed every inch of my body, moved slowly and deeply, and held me after. I had lain awake for a while after he fell asleep, trying to figure out if he had just been attempting to prove that h

ELARA’S P.O.V.My foot still burned where the pond had touched it, and I struggled to make each step look normal. I didn’t want Lucien asking what happened or worrying about me.Jax was still at my side, trying to look casual even though his jaw was tight and his eyes kept darting from the pack house to the forest behind us, as if he were calculating how fast he could run if Lucien decided to murder him.“Does she want to see me, too, or is it just him asking for me?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady. If Sarah had accepted this as her new pack, then she would have had to let Lucien speak to her, but it still hurt that she had accepted him to visit when she had turned me away earlier.Hera’s expression softened slightly, and I hated that I could see pity in her eyes. “I don’t know, but I assume she wants to see you. She’s your sister.”Jax made a quiet noise of relief. “Good. Great. Perfect. It will be a happy reunion this time. We can go, pretend this morning never happened, a

ELARA’S P.O.V."Is The Keeper the one in charge? What else do you know about him?" I asked, moving closer to her.“I don’t know who he is.” Sarah finally admitted. “But I heard them talk about him.”A heavy weight settled on my chest, knowing that there was another out there controlling everyone. It wasn’t just Death controlling or haunting Lucien. They were both under The Keeper's control, whoever that was. Lucien didn’t say another word. He was just staring at me, but I could see his mind reeling. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the news that another being or creature was involved in his curse. It was almost like he already knew that, and I didn't like the idea that he was still keeping secrets from me, even though I was doing the same.Instead of focusing on Sarah or what she said, though, Lucien was focused on me. I could feel his anger and devastation from learning that I had disobeyed his order and had gone to the pond.My lips parted, wanting to defend myself, but I had no