All Chapters of Resisting The Savage Alpha Brothers : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MALACHI I ventured off on my own, choosing not to inform my brothers of my whereabouts. I drove through town at breakneck speed, disregarding traffic rules. Crystal Falls was slowly recovering from the tragic incident that had plagued it months ago. Although the town appeared to be getting back on its feet, the impact of the kidnapper still resonated deeply. Many had fallen this year, and the female population had been significantly decimated.Life moved forward, however. I drove out of Crystal Falls, accelerating toward my intended destination. I wouldn’t describe myself as a devoted worshipper of the Light; I was no fanatic, but circumstances had compelled me to seek help elsewhere.After a journey of three and a half hours, I arrived at Massachusetts's residence. He was not an acquaintance, but I had heard of his prowess in passing. While I had no inclination toward dark magic, I was willing to explore any means necessary to achieve my desires.By the time I stepped out of my car,

MALACHI My eyes snapped open to a spectral panorama, a tide of the undead ebbing from the living world to the next. I clutched the amulet Massachusetts had entrusted to me, a tangible link to my purpose. I had known the precise moment Kaida’s spirit departed her earthly vessel; Massachusetts had conveyed this grim knowledge as he performed the ritual upon my own form. This rite, a conduit to the underworld, was designed to locate my mate and retrieve her. I would not surrender her to the Moon Goddess's capricious decree. I would wage a fierce battle against her despotic dominion over our lives. The notion of her as our mother, our celestial protector, was a cruel deception. If we were to consider her a maternal figure, it was clear she saw us not as her progeny, but as mere instruments for her amusement—puppets whose strings she manipulated at will, a performer rather than the guardian she was meant to be.My time in this spectral realm was finite, a crucial constraint in my sea

ASHERKaida's reticence endured, a pervasive shroud that refused to lift. She picked at her food, her gaze drifting past our pups as they were introduced to her. Over a week had passed since her resurrection, yet a somber pall still clung to her, unbroken. Her smile, once radiant, remained elusive, and despite our efforts to lift her spirits, she remained listless and apathetic.We scrutinized her behavior, noting the frequency of her trances and the recurrence of night terrors that left her trembling. Malachi's watchful presence hovered around her, a stark contrast to his initial aloofness. His attention, though subtle, raised suspicions.Our initial elation at Kaida's return had been short-lived, tempered by the realization that she was merely existing, not living. It was a cruel mockery, a parody of the vibrant, fierce woman she once was. I felt wretched admitting it, but I wondered if she would have been better off remaining dead. At least then, we could have mourned her properl

ASHERIt began with a whistle. It was a distinct, eerie sound that seemed to recede into the distance as time passed, accompanied by the dry, rhythmic clinking of bones.Kaida’s terror intensified with every note. She huddled into herself, whispering a frantic mantra: "They’re here. They’re here." None of us had slept in days; her fear was a physical weight in the room, suffocating and relentless."I’m scared," she sobbed, her body wracked with tremors and delirium. "They will punish me." Malachi was always the first to reach her side. Although the rest of us had lost our connection to Kaida following her abduction and subsequent death, Malachi had managed to restore his through a soul bond. This link ran deeper than even the fated mate connection.Perhaps if we had possessed the foresight to forge a soul bond as he had, we might have eased her agony while she endured that prolonged, agonizing labor—battling the Goddess’s very will to bring our pups into the world. Yet, the cost was

MALACHI By nightfall, we were prepared to strike.Caspian, Asher, and I had fortified ourselves with the necessary supplies, our resolve hardened to drive El Silbón back to the abyss from which he came. We had spent the daylight hours meticulously studying his weaknesses, ready to turn his own tragic history against him.The fissure in the barrier between the realms of the living and the dead remained a jagged wound in reality. Other entities were undoubtedly eyeing the breach, but we had to settle our problems one by one. Our immediate goal was to banish the Whistler and then secure a mage powerful enough to seal the crack. We had already dispatched men to scout for such a practitioner, as Elara remained resolute in her silence, refusing to intervene after I had defied her prophetic warnings.To ensure the safety of our own, we stationed a heavy guard around the estate to protect Kaida, the pups, and the nannies. With our home secured, we raced into the lightless depths of the fores