All Chapters of The Alpha's Chosen : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CALEB Felix’s mom’s ghost showed herself to Zara. There’s a small kid dancing around the lounge, and he’s an Omega.And now our Alphas have brought in another pack’s Alpha and a half-warlock Omega to help protect the two Omegas we already have.There’s normal crazy. Then there’s this.I keep running through it in my head like it might start making sense if I go over it enough times.It doesn’t.“I can’t believe I’m not with them,” I say to Lorenzo. I don’t bother saying it to Holly. She won’t understand it the same way.“We go where we’re needed,” he tells me. His voice is steady, like this is simple to him. “It isn’t always where we want to be. It’s where our Alphas need us.”Right. Yeah.That’s how it works. Betas and Omegas follow the Alpha’s orders.I’ve always known that. Everyone does.But knowing it and feeling it aren’t the same thing.I think this is the first time I really feel what that means.I’m standing here in Blackwood Manor, doing nothing. Just waiting. Waiting for

DAMIAN Five minutes left before I can challenge the Alpha. I lift Zara’s hand and press a kiss to it before letting go.We step out of the car together. The doors shut at the same time. We walk up the steps toward the front door of the large, ugly house this Alpha calls home.He’s inside. Felix is inside too.Zara and Naomi stay a step behind me. They let me lead.I knock hard. My fist hits the wood again and again. The sound echoes through the door.I hear his footsteps. I catch the faint scent of his wolf. Then I hear a key turning.He pauses before opening the door.I have to fight the urge to grab him and tear him apart.“You’re early,” Marcus says, a slow smirk on his face. “I could call the Conclave of Mystics. Tell them you didn’t follow their stupid rules.”“I’m here to talk,” I say, my voice tight. “If you take that as a challenge, that’s your problem.”He lets out a short laugh. “Here to talk. That’s funny.”I glance at Zara. She shakes her head slightly. She’s counting. Wa

ZARA The pen shoots forward, fast and sharp, and Damian runs after it without stopping. He doesn’t even hesitate. One second he’s beside me, the next he’s gone, chasing it out of the room like nothing else matters.I rush out from behind the desk, trying to keep up, my focus still on the pen and on him. My foot catches on something before I even realize it.I hit the floor hard, face first, right in front of the fire.Pain explodes through me. It’s sudden and bright, knocking the breath out of my lungs. My vision blurs for a second, and I just stay there, stunned.I press my hand to my nose. Blood. It’s already running, warm and thick, slipping over my fingers.It hurts like hell when I touch it.I grit my teeth and partially shift, letting the change move through me just enough to fix the damage. The bones settle. The skin pulls back together. The pain eases slowly, fading into a dull ache that lingers behind.I wipe the blood on the hem of my shirt, smearing it without thinking,

ZARA Marcus comes at me fast, shifting into his wolf form mid-lunge, claws aimed straight for my chest. There’s no warning, no pause. Just speed and intent. I step back on instinct and throw a knockout spell at him. Magic isn’t exactly allowed right now, but he already broke the rules first. I’m not holding back when he clearly won’t.The smell hits me next. Sharp. Bitter.Wolfsbane.It’s on his claws.My chest tightens, and my thoughts jump straight to Damian. He still hasn’t come back. I haven’t seen him, haven’t felt him close. Marcus said he was dead.I don’t believe him. I can’t. But the doubt still slips in, quiet and dangerous.The spell hits. Marcus drops for a second, his body slamming into the ground, but only for a second. He pushes back up almost instantly, like it barely touched him. His body shifts again, stretching, growing larger this time, muscles thickening under fur.Of course. That’s his trick. He changes forms to get the upper hand. He doesn’t stay still lo

DAMIAN It’s hard to explain how good it feels to step back into Blackwood Manor after thinking I was dead. The feeling sits strange in my chest. Maybe I’m still in shock. Maybe it’s because, for a moment, I really thought I’d spend whatever comes after life stuck with an angry ex I never wanted to see again.Thank Sol that didn’t happen.No… not Sol. Zara.My mate saved us. She ended it tonight. She destroyed the one who was hunting us, and she brought us back from the edge. She looks worn out now. There’s blood on her skin and soaked into her clothes, not hers, but it still clings to her. Even so, there’s a quiet happiness in her eyes.Because we got Felix back.Her mate. Our Omega.I smile at her without thinking. She looks at me and smiles back, soft and real.We did what we came to do. We brought him home. Back where he belongs.She killed the Alpha who almost ended me. She pulled me back when I was slipping away.I got lucky. There’s no other way to say it. For a fated mate, I