All Chapters of My Heat and the Three Alphas: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Niall AlcottDUNGEONS were ultimately known to be cold but this one was freezing. Exhaling prompted cold breeze blowing out of my nostrils, and we had been there for hours.I wrapped my arms around myself as I sat on the mattress that had taken up the coldness as well. I covered myself with a brown sheet that reeked of vomit, stained with blood. My hands wrapped around my kneecap and as I brought them up to my chest and kept my head atop my arms, staring into the wall."Say a word, Niall." Xander stated from his side of the cell.A wall separated us. My cell next to his."What do you want?" I said in a raspy tone.I could imagine him shrugging as he muttered. "I don't know what you want me to say. I couldn't have appeared pleading.""You could have been considerate of the fact that we did break a lot of rules, especially now.""The ultimatum would be that I fight in their arena.""What?""Yea," he affirmed. "One time, Cyrus got into trouble with Seneca's father. Seneca was a pup aroun

Xander CaldwellJUST as I was about to leap into the air, the smell of wolfsbane clustered around me. There were pipes that poked through holes in the metal boards, releasing a large amount of it.Jumping into the air, it weakened my wolf. My claws were inches away from grabbing the metal net. The plan was to tear through it, murder the man in cold blood and get Niall out of here. War, be damned. He started what he couldn't finish.But I lost focus. My head slammed against the boards and I rolled back to the sand. I coughed as the wolfsbane reduced but the pipes didn't stop pumping a small quantity into the field. Enough to keep the air clear but still keep me weak.My wolf was now weaker and each breath felt exhausting, my nostrils inflamed from the irritation."Open the gates! The fight begins now!" King Seneca growled, a guttural sound unleashing from his throat.Metals rattled as the cage creaked open. Chains dragged on the f

Niall AlcottAWAY from my mind, the arena blurred. The entirety of it, including the people, the hollows. Everything but Xander.I ran towards him, removing the pile of Hollows on top of him. Anticipation lunged at me before I even saw him, my whispers filled with prayers.Don't be bitten…Please…The moment I caught a glimpse of Xander, my strength heightened and I slid in, placing myself on top of him.Xander caught my presence before the darkness shunned out the light as the Hollows piled over us again. Their grotesque snarling, an irritable sound that wouldn't stop, the wetness of their touch smearing my skin."What are you doing?" He asked with the genuineness of a man who still wished to protect me but had come to accept his failure at it. "Niall!""I need to protect—" I cried as I felt a bite. "...protect you…"Another bite on my legs. Soon, the pain blurred my vision. I felt it from my back, the

Niall Alcott THEY knocked. "Enter." I gave the directive.Inside the bedroom, Cyrus landed on the bed, his large frame sinking into it. A mischievous smile danced on his face before he snatched one of the biscuits."You thief.""You're the one to enjoy." He said and I chuckled.I didn't even realise when my hand went into his hair, raking through it. He snuggled closer, taking another honey biscuit.Xander stood in the shadows, his hands rooted in his pockets while Lucious settled in front of the balcony doors. Through the transparency, he looked at the moon. His shadow stretching like the spike of the devil in the middle of the nightmarishly dream. I shifted to the other side, my hands wrapped around my chest as I brought my knees slightly up."Does anyone want to speak or do we act like strangers?"Cyrus did the honours. "Well, I for one was scared when we couldn't contact you or Xander."

Niall AlcottTHE Free City of Dael had shown me a lot of discernment since my arrival, not like it was my will anyway, until now. I couldn't have appreciated being able to track my path seamlessly.Each block was titled with a numbering, making it easy to know where one was heading. The fountain proved helpful, but it was only the beginning of my journey.My footsteps triggered crunches against the gravels, the path stuffed with them. I was glad to have changed into better outdoor clothing, using the scarf around my neck as I stuffed my hands into it to keep them warm.I continued along the path, eyes scanning the next block for the next numbering. Apparently, the sculpture atop the fountain came from a particular organisation—or was it a company…whatever.I got a glimpse of their address from another engraving plastered onto the fountain. I wasn't sure yet but during my time in Moonblade, we had Hunters who lived in the territories come