All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The audio feed cuts out, leaving only a sharp hiss of static in the medical wing.Ryder does not hesitate. He looks at me, then at Damien."We abandon the estate," Ryder says. "If the Blood-Sun Alpha wants the heirs, he is going to throw his entire army at this location. We cannot defend the outer walls and protect the non-combatants at the same time."Damien nods, already reaching for his radio. "I will sound the evacuation alarm."I leave the medical wing and walk straight out to the main courtyard. The freezing drizzle has turned into heavy sleet. The estate is in absolute chaos. Guards shout orders, carrying crates of weapons and medical supplies from the armory. Families rush out of the lower levels, clutching whatever they can carry.I find Paige near the center fountain, struggling to organize a group of terrified elders. Silas stands beside her, arguing that the highborn council members should be loaded into the strongest armored transports first.I step between them. I do not

Ryder yells the order to abandon the transports. We cannot push the convoy through the choke point without driving straight into a massacre. We leave the heavy armored vehicles idling in the freezing mud, using their steel frames to block the narrow pass.The loyal guards form a defensive line behind the metal barricade. They lay down a relentless barrage of silver-plated gunfire to cover our retreat. The cracking sound of breaking magic fills the valley as the blue-ash wolves try to surge past the blockade.I guide the elders, the children, and the wounded toward the western edge of the basin. The rock face here is steep and jagged, leading up to a dark, massive fissure in the mountainside. The freezing sleet makes the stone dangerously slick. Pack members slip and stumble, cutting their hands on the sharp rocks, but pure adrenaline pushes them upward.I grab a young boy by his coat, pulling him over a high boulder. I hand him to his mother and point toward the fissure. We scramble i

The tremor shaking the mountain abruptly stops. Dust settles from the cavern ceiling, coating the huddled refugees in a fine layer of gray dirt.I exhale a sharp breath. Ryder succeeded. He destroyed the Blood Witch's ritual on the summit. The rock above us will not collapse.But the sanctuary entrance remains exposed to the valley below, and the silver barrier I placed across the opening will not hold forever. The blue-ash wolves will eventually break through. We cannot stay here."Keep moving," I tell Paige. "We need to get deeper into the mountain."Paige nods and begins directing the elders. I lead the survivors away from the entrance, moving further down the dark, descending passage. The silver runes carved into the rock guide us, pulsing steadily with the magic I pushed into them earlier. The refugees follow in tense silence.The tunnel slopes downward for twenty minutes, winding through the core of the mountain. I walk at the front of the line, keeping my pace slow enough for t

The valley falls silent. The silver shockwave fades into the freezing rain, leaving nothing but the sound of the howling wind. I push myself up from the mud. My right arm hangs uselessly at my side. The corrupted energy that paralyzed my muscles is gone, shattered along with the obsidian spear, but the wound in my shoulder bleeds heavily.I look across the basin. The Blood-Sun Alpha lies motionless against a cluster of jagged rocks. His chest does not rise. The surviving ash wolves have dissolved, their dark magic broken by Jaslyn’s blast. The few remaining mortal warriors of the enemy pack drop their weapons. They do not run. They drop to their knees in the freezing sleet, lowering their heads to the ice. They surrender to the power they just witnessed.I do not care about the prisoners. I look at the center of the valley.Jaslyn stands at the base of the fractured white monolith. She sways. The immense, multiplied magic she channeled leaves her body all at once, cutting off the silv

I stare up at the sky. The shadow blots out the storm clouds, towering over the jagged peaks of the Valley of the Ancients. It does not have a physical body, but the sheer volume of dark magic rolling off the apparition suffocates the freezing air.The First Alpha. The legend the elders taught us to revere is nothing but a twisted, corrupted spirit, and it is free.I look back at the medical transport. Jaslyn stands in the open rear doors, gripping the metal frame to keep herself upright. Her face is pale. The White Moon magic she channeled to break the monolith drained her reserves to a dangerous level. She cannot fight this. None of us can. You cannot shoot a spirit with silver bullets, and we have no magic left to counter it."Evan," I say.Evan is already moving toward me, his rifle lowered, his eyes fixed on the sky. "What is that?""The reason we are leaving," I tell him. "Right now. Get every transport running. We are abandoning the mountain.""Where do we go?" Evan asks, dragg