All Chapters of Resisting The Savage Alpha Brothers : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KAIDAI stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits.Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.I endured. I could no longer run from my fate; every attempt at escape had only yielded more grievous consequences.I recognized the Phoenix the moment I saw her spirit. Though her physical form was obscured, the resonance of the flame that had incinerated the demon was unmistakable. She was the one who had fought the final battle. She should have been reborn, but it seemed the demon had managed to snare her cycle of reincarnation even as she claimed his life. Tears welled in my eyes as I gran

ASHERRunning away was a tantalizing idea, but it was not an option. By association, we had become accomplices; in the eyes of the world, we were as guilty as Malachi himself. We could not simply abandon him to resolve this catastrophe alone. Our connection ran too deep. Furthermore, had we absconded to another region, we likely would have brought the same disaster upon a new land that we had already unleashed upon Crystal Falls.Perhaps if there were a place devoid of life—a wasteland where we could lure the demons—we could battle them in isolation, ensuring no more innocents were slaughtered as a message to us.Following Malachi’s departure, I stepped outside in desperate need of fresh air. I felt suffocated within the house. The relentless stress, anxiety, and turmoil of the past months had taken a devastating toll on me physically, mentally, and emotionally.However, there was no solace to be found outdoors. My gaze met only the evidence of more death—the bitter fruit of Malachi’s

MALACHI I lay motionless on my knees, subdued by Massachusetts’ magic. I hadn’t managed a single strike before he conquered me. I blamed my weakening body; it had dulled my reflexes. Had I possessed my past vitality, I would have taken his head in one clean swipe. He wasn't the first sorcerer I had bested, but back then, I was incredibly fast—a sharp contrast to my current lethargic movements."You forget, Ragnar, that I am a potent wizard," he hissed. "Taking me down is no child’s play. How dare an ungrateful being like you confront me? I only provided the help you requested, and I warned you of the consequences, didn't I? Now that things have escalated beyond your control, you attempt to blame me. Idiot."I struggled against his magical binds, snarling as I glared at him. He had not only paralyzed my body but silenced my voice."I’ve actually turned over a new leaf," he continued with a wicked chuckle. "I try to be good to my clients, but I’m often unlucky enough to meet wretches l

ASHER"I'm aware," Vicky stated when I informed her of Malachi’s capture. "I anticipated something of this nature would occur from his involvement with that man.""Rescuing him is beyond the abilities of Caspian and me alone; that’s why I sought you, Vicky. We need your help. Please, do not say you cannot get involved. We aren't going against supernatural forces this time, but a mortal who is doing far too much."Vicky choked on a laugh. "Massachusetts is indeed doing too much, but only to those who seek him out. Malachi brought this circumstance upon himself.""We can't just leave him to ruin.""Correct," Vicky said, patting her thighs as she stood. "How is Kaida? Is she more lucid these days?""Yes. She’s been communicating more coherently.""Good. We will need her."I frowned. "Her voice?" I understood she was a Banshee, but without her sight, she stood at a greater risk of being targeted by a sorcerer like Massachusetts.Vicky gave a knowing smile. "I shall discuss that with her w

KAIDA Panic surged through me, memories of Noah and the crushing weight of past trauma rushing to the surface. My neck stiffened under Massachusetts’ iron grip, his dark magic pulsing through my veins. A stinging ache lanced through my skull. I tried to scream, but my voice had been stolen; the sorcerer had silenced me completely.Desperate for purchase, I gripped his wrist, my eyes widening and lips parting in silent agony. I clawed at his fingers, pleading for a release that did not come. His grip only tightened, his mouth moving in a rapid, blurred incantation that drained my remaining strength. I could feel his claws digging into my scalp. My head felt as though it were swelling from the inside, a pressure cooker at risk of exploding. Blood trickled from my hairline, my ears, and my nose—a visceral toll of his mental assault.As consciousness began to slip away, I reached out to the divine. Goddess! We had a bargain! I promised to die in the most gruesome manner known to man—he