Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Plump Mistake: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

MAYA'S POVThe world lost its weight‑anchor.The stone slabs beneath my bare feet ceased to press firmly upward; an invisible, brutal suction pulled air toward the stratosphere, tearing away broken battlements, my guard’s golden standards, and crusted snow clinging to the eaves. Rocks floated in a grotesque, gravity‑free dance before being shot toward the abyss of the eye devouring the celestial vault.I pressed my thighs tight against the basalt parapet, driving my nails into living rock to keep from lifting into the void.With my left arm, I held Valen pressed to the sanctuary of my chest. The scarlet silk cloth wrapping him strained like a ship’s sail battered by a cosmic hurricane, yet the newborn’s tiny body radiated miraculous density: the Trinity of Blood on his sternum burned with such internal gravity that his small limbs remained still, protected within a cocoon of volcanic heat and sea breeze that repelled the suffocation of open space.At my sides, the one‑year‑old twins c

MAYA'S POVThe burn at the base of my neck was no mere physical heat.It was an obscene invasion—cold as a silver needle plunged into freezing muck—twisting exactly where Lawrence’s bite had sealed itself into my flesh. A cloying, sickly sweet stench, like rotting musk from withered flowers slathered in leviathan fat, flooded the imperial chamber through the bond. It did not enter through the nose; it seeped straight into my mind, projecting parasitic images: skinless hands grazing my hips, mercury‑cold fingers tracing the curve of my post‑partum belly, viscous whispers insisting that a male born of mud could never sate a phoenix’s fire.Beside me, the air froze until it creaked.Lawrence did not let out a howl. My mate’s response was a silence absolute—dense, lethal, a mountain range moments from collapsing onto a sleeping valley. His eyes of living obsidian and terrestrial gold locked onto the oak door with murderous fixity. Veins along his temples bulged like thick black cords, whi

MAYA'S POVThe courtyard floor did not split like ordinary rock; it dissolved into a thick sludge of cold mercury that began swallowing the slabs carved by our ancestors.Eight pulses of antimatter struck the citadel’s foundations at once. The air turned claustrophobic, heavy violet, and the horizon beyond—the pine forests, the frozen peaks, the Northern valleys—vanished behind an opaque dome of liquid metal sealing the entire fortress inside a bubble severed from the earthly plane.We were floating in a dimensional limbo."To the sanctuary doors!" Lawrence roared beside me.No trace of humanity remained in his voice; it was the volcanic thunder of the Free Alpha, a vibration that shook the newly forged basalt joints of his frame. In one swift, protective motion, his left arm circled my waist, lifting me above the quicksilver mire while his right hand gripped the great sword, now sheathed in the black lava seeping from his claws.We landed on the imperial wing’s threshold just as the

MAYA'S POVThe wind of the Void did not whistle like mountain air; it hissed like a million silver vipers brushing against frozen silk.The vertical fall tore the breath from my lungs the moment we crossed the shaft’s throat. Around me, the fortress’s living rock walls dissolved in a heartbeat, replaced by an infinite tunnel of liquid mercury spinning counterclockwise—casting distorted fragments of dead memories and shadows of sunken empires into the void.Ten yards below, the scarlet bundle fell like an ember cast into a marine chasm."Valen!" I screamed, throat raw, feeling my heart hammer against my ribs as if it would burst.I unfurled my phoenix wings in a violent snap. Solar fire blazed from my shoulder blades in a golden surge that burned away the quicksilver fog in my wake—yet this limbo’s gravity answered no earthly aerodynamics: it was an antimatter pit forged to swallow light and return inert ash. My wings beat against a viscosity thick as molten lead, slowing my descent ra

MAYA'S POVThat abomination’s howl did not merely strike the ear—it tore at the very fiber of the lycanthrope soul.The colossal mass of the false Primal Wolf, rearing on fifteen‑meter legs of living quicksilver, dominated the entire chasm of the limbo. Each breath from its toothless maw blew gales of silver frost that rimed our basalt slab, eating the rock away into brittle shards that drifted into nothingness. Its antlers of intertwined astral bone drank the scant light of the Void, twisting it into inverted gravity that pulled my body toward its open jaws.Beside me, Lawrence stood rooted like an ancestral crag.The Free Alpha did not yield an inch. The jet‑black fur along his spine bristled as a mountain range rising against the sky; his living‑obsidian claws sank deep into the stone floor, and from the cracks in his skin surged a tide of dark magma that melted the enemy’s frost before it could touch the hem of my gown."That carrion thing is no god," Lawrence said, his voice like