All Chapters of THE MAD ALPHA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

POV: LYRAI can't stop seeing them.I see them as they look each other, how Darius bows to her and I want to break something. I need to know. I need to know what's happening with them. How far they've… gone… reconciled.So, I fill up a basin with water and stare into it.The water is still at first. Just a dark mirror sitting on the table in my room. Curtains closed. Lights off. Only candles. I kneel in front of it and press my fingers into the edge and breathe slowly like I was taught.“Show me,” I whisper.The surface ripples.It clears and there he is.Darius.In bed.My chest tightens but I lean closer because maybe he is alone. Maybe she is not there. Maybe this is just a coincidence.But she is there.Elara is curled on her side, hair a mess across the pillow, one arm tucked under her cheek like she is a damn child. And Darius is behind her.Not at the edge.Not stiff.He is curved around her.His arm is around her waist. His hand is resting low on her stomach. His face is buri

POV: DARIUSShe pulls back, just enough to really look at me and I do the same. Goddess, she’s changed. The soft edges of the girl I used to know are gone, replaced by something sharper, honed by whatever hell she’s walked through while I wasn’t with her. Her auburn hair is a tangled mess over her shoulders, and her green eyes have this depth to them that actually hurts to look at; it’s all pain and that stubborn resilience of hers. She reaches out, her fingers brushing my chest, and I can feel the steady, stupid thumping of my heart right through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Darius," she whispers. Her voice is a wreck, half terrified, half desperate. "I’ve waited so long for this."I catch her hand and pull it to my mouth. I kiss her knuckles with a gentleness that feels weird, considering the werewolf strength I’m usually trying to hold back. "I banished you. I forgot you. How do you even look at me without wanting to kill me?" My voice cracks. I can’t help it. The weight of all t

POV: ArinI wake up choking on a scream that doesn’t even make it out.It’s stuck somewhere in my chest, like my body forgot how to let it escape.I sit up so fast I almost fall off the bed. My hand burns. Not like when you touch something hot for a second. Worse. Like something is still pressing into it. Like it’s been branded and the fire never stopped.I should be used to it by now.I am not.I grab it with my other hand and curl forward.“Mom,” I whisper, but my voice shakes and sounds smaller than I want it to.The room is dark except for the streetlight outside my window. It makes weird shadows on the wall. For a second I think it’s just my eyes playing tricks on me.Then I see it.My palm is glowing.Not bright. Not like a flashlight. Just this soft silver light leaking through my fingers.“Okay,” I whisper at it. “Whwt is it now?”It pulses.Slow.Like a heartbeat.But not mine.I swallow and press my hand flat against the mattress, like I can smother it. Like if I push hard e

POV: Darius I feel it before I even open his door. It’s faint, but it’s there, like a thin wire pulling at my chest from down the hallway. I stop outside Arin’s room and press my palm flat against the wood. My heartbeat is steady, but something under it isn’t. It’s like a second rhythm, softer, uneven. “Why do I feel you like this?” I murmur under my breath. I push the door open slowly. His room is dim, curtains half closed, early light slipping through in thin lines across the floor. He’s in bed, on his side, blanket twisted around his legs like he’s been fighting in his sleep. His hand is outside the blanket. And it’s glowing. Not bright. But steady. Silver light under his skin, pulsing. My chest tightens so hard I have to grab the doorframe. “Elara,” I call quietly, but my voice already sounds wrong. She appears behind me almost instantly. “What is it?” I step aside so she can see. Her breath catches. Arin shifts and makes a soft sound in his sleep, like he’s argu

POV: KaelHis eyes are wrong.That is the first thing I see when Darius closes the door behind him and says, “Check me again.”He tries to sound calm, but his voice is tight, and I can hear the growl buried under it. The office lights are low, the blinds half shut, and the moon leaks through the cracks like it wants to watch too. I stand in front of him, and I do not answer right away. I just look.“You think I enjoy this?” he snaps when I stay quiet. “Every time I blink I feel it. So just do it, Kael.”“I am going to,” I say, and my hands are already warm, already humming. “Stop moving.”He lets out a breath, rough, impatient, and he shrugs off his jacket. His shoulders are tense, muscles tight like wires pulled too far. I step closer and place my palm over his chest, right where the bond once burned clean and bright, right where I once felt nothing but strength and now feel rot.He flinches.“Hold still,” I murmur.“Do not tell me to hold still in my own damn house.”“Then stop shak