Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound to the Alpha King: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The world held its breath.Selene could no longer hear the roar of the underground river.She could no longer hear the distant clash of steel from the palace above.She could only hear the slow, measured footsteps of the man emerging from the darkness.Each step echoed through the Moon Sanctuary like the toll of an ancient bell.Heavy.Deliberate.Unstoppable.The silver crystals embedded in the cavern walls dimmed as he approached, their soft glow swallowed by an unnatural darkness that seemed to cling to his body.It was as though even light feared him.Selene couldn't look away.The stranger who had called himself her brother walked into the silver glow, revealing a face that stole the breath from every soul in the chamber.He looked...Like her.Not exactly.His features were sharper, harder, sculpted by years of battle instead of compassion. Where Selene's silver eyes reflected uncertainty, his molten-gold eyes held only quiet fury.Yet the resemblance was undeniable.The same ch

The words hung in the sanctuary like a curse. "...Move away from my sister before I kill the last son of our mother." Silence. Not the peaceful kind. The suffocating silence that came before kingdoms fell. No one moved. Even the ancient silver flames lining the sanctuary walls seemed to shrink, their light flickering as though they too feared the Alpha standing beneath the shattered archway. Selene's heartbeat pounded painfully against her ribs. Her brother. The word still felt foreign. Impossible. She looked at him again, desperately searching for something familiar beyond the anger burning inside those molten-gold eyes. There was something. Not in his expression. Not in the sword he held. But in the way he stood. The slight tilt of his head. The unconscious habit of tightening his fingers whenever he was anxious. It was exactly what she did. The realization stole her breath. They truly were twins. Separated by fate. Raised by strangers. N

The sanctuary held its breath.The silver light surrounding the ancient altar no longer shimmered with quiet reverence. It darkened, spreading slowly across the marble floor like blood soaking into fresh snow.Every heartbeat echoed louder than the last.No one spoke.Even the wounded Guardians forgot their pain.Eldric stared at the altar as though it had become something he no longer recognized.His weathered face drained of color."No..."His whisper barely carried through the chamber."No... this cannot be happening."Kael reached him first."What is it?"Eldric's trembling eyes never left the altar."The sanctuary..."His voice cracked."It has rejected neutrality."A cold silence followed.No one understood.Before another question could be asked, five crimson flames burst from the altar.They floated silently through the sanctuary.One stopped before Kael.Another before Lyra.Another before Commander Rowan.Another before Selene's brother.The last hovered before a young Moon

Nobody spoke after Eldric whispered the name.> "Mordain..."> Even breathing felt dangerous. The darkness inside the Gallery of Crowns thickened, heavy and suffocating.Then, the world tilted.The broken fragments of the Blood Mirror stopped resting. Slowly, eerily, they lifted off the floor, drifting upward into the pitch black like sharp, crimson-lit leaves against an invisible current. Gravity no longer behaved normally.Selene watched the floating shards. They spun slowly in the dim light, reflecting disparate memories—none matching. One shard showed Kael as a boy, sitting alone in a sunlit courtyard. Another showed Selene’s mother cradling an infant under a blood-red moon. A third shard displayed someone bearing Kael’s exact face, standing in dark robes beside a towering, shadowed figure.Yet, as the shards drifted across the chamber, Selene noticed something subtle: none of them touched her. They veered sharply away from her skin, as if repelled by an invisible aura.For the f

> Some memories are prisons. Others are keys. The tragedy begins when you cannot tell which is which.The laughter did not disappear.It lingered inside the mountain long after the unseen child had fallen silent, bouncing through the Gallery of Crowns like the echo of something that had never truly left.No one spoke.No one dared.Then the mountain answered.A deep groan rolled beneath their feet.Dust drifted from the ceiling as cracks of pale silver spread across the ancient floor. One after another, the towering statues of the Founding Guardians shuddered. Stone scraped against stone with a sound so old it felt painful to hear.Their heads began to turn.Slowly.Deliberately.Not toward Kael.Not toward Selene.Not toward the broken White Throne.Every carved face stopped before a single man.Caelan.The chamber seemed to inhale.Even Rowan instinctively reached for his sword."Who are you?" someone whispered.Caelan offered no answer.Instead, his expression darkened—not with fea