All Chapters of My Heat and the Three Alphas: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Niall AlcottTHE clouds shadowed the moon tonight. The night was depressing in the face of the weather. It carried storm from afar, a deep rumbling emitting in the distance.I arrived in the chambers and plopped into the couch. A heavy sigh escaped me, my chest dropping.Wrapped in Lucious's hand was the base of a goblet. I didn't want to know what was in it. An empty blood bag sat next to a bottle of alcohol."You seemed to enjoy yourself tonight." He adored.I nodded. A smile, so wide, it creased the edges of my eyes."Ana has a man," I iterated in her tone, "and she's happy.""Do you want us to investigate him? Know if he's a spy?"I shot up from my seat. My eyes landed on Lucious. I did understand we were approaching war even though it didn't seem like it, however, this was Ana's relationship."Ana is my friend. You have to respect her.""We only respect you." Cyrus voiced. His gaze was fixed on that snake of his.To argue with the Caldwells was to have all the time in the world,

Niall AlcottIN all honesty, I didn't think I ever would advocate for the growth of this Kingdom. My first time here, I'd only thought of escaping.So much changes with time. That was no less true.Mr. Meany Face took me back home. The ride back was blissful and accomplishing. I hadn't felt more proud of myself than I had in that moment.My exhilaration went as far as pushing me out of the transit as soon as we arrived, a wide grin plastered upon my face as I made my way towards the Kings' chambers.I wanted to tell the Caldwells how the meeting went. Another surprising turn of who I had become.My stroll took me into the hallway of their wing then I stopped at the sight of a silhouette.My eyes squinted as I pulled myself back. The door, slightly opened, trailed the spike of a shadow. The lights in the room flickered, a candlelight I concluded it must be.This was the room where Rayne's picture was hung. Memories reeled me back to when Xander first spoke to me about her.I wondered i

Niall AlcottTHE Caldwells weren't on the bed when I woke up the next morning. According to Mr Meany Face, they were gathering the necessary forces to take to SilverFang pack in the Oryn Territories.I was surprised they took to their words and concocted a way to come up with saving the poor pack. As much as I still hated that three-eyed bitch's ass, I was sure she was livid when she got to know about this.My morning, on a personal level, started well. I didn't even know why but life had been peaceful so far and I loved that.I was currently leaning against the balcony rails as I watched from below as the armies readied themselves. The horses snorted, their hooves patching against the stones and the carriages being set for movement.The brothers weren't anywhere to be seen though. After a while, I grew bored and headed into the shower.I left the room afterwards in search of food to eat. Did I mention that Xander had been making my food recently? Especially since we had been making m

Niall AlcottA few minutes ago, I had finalised the contract. Outside, I inhaled the fresh air. It was still a wonder to me how Vael now felt like home. I missed the brothers. I wished they were here right now.Being alone with Cyrus felt incomplete. So many things about me had changed. I used to consider having just one mate, but here I was, addicted to the three of them. Obsessed and comfortable with the white noise of their Kingdom. A kingdom of which I might one day be Queen.Months ago, I hadn't imagined this was what growth felt like, or that I would come to love this life.Approaching footsteps scattered my spiralling thoughts.“Alaric,” I acknowledged as he stopped before me.“Niall. It's nice to see you here.”I gawked at his uniform. The students wore lavender, glowing in the radiance of the sunshine.“It suits you so much. Purple looks good on you.”“And it's been my favourite colour since I was a kid.” He chuckled. His smile lessened as he brushed a hand past his nose, shi

Niall AlcottTHE TWELFTH: THE TRANSITIONFrom a little boy with fragile hands whose back became a map of wounds and bruises, I became a monster at the peak of this madness.Madness, apparently, attracts and bonds with others who had tasted what it meant.This was Lucious.I will not say he saved me, because that word implies I was waiting to be saved, and I was not. I had stopped waiting for anything.Miracles be damned.I had waited for so long to die, so when it came, I accepted it. I lay on the battlefield, a fallen soldier, blinded by the dust, deafened by the noise.He stood in the flicker of the light and he did something quieter than saving. He looked at me like I was a person, and at that particular moment in my life, that was the most violent thing anyone had ever done to me.To make me feel like I existed.He offered me a choice. The first I had ever been given. I had tasted death like him but I could be remade into a new identity.I simply chose.THE THIRTEENTH: THE WALLTh