All Chapters of I Refused my Alpha : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Karl stepped away from the grandmother.“No.”The word came out quietly, but everyone heard it.The grandmother struggled to stand.“Karl, please—”“Don’t.” His golden mark burned beneath his skin. “You’re telling me there’s another soul inside me?”“Not another soul,” she whispered. “A possibility. A life that was supposed to be born but was stolen before it could begin.”Damon moved closer to his brother.“Is that why our bloodline was created?”The grandmother nodded.“Your ancestor was given a portion of my son’s essence. It passed through generations, hidden beneath the guardian blood. When the First Hunger eventually returned, he intended to awaken that essence and use Karl’s body as a doorway.”Karl clenched his fists.“So my entire existence was part of another plan?”“No,” Lyra interrupted.She moved toward him despite the pain in her back.“Your life is yours. Whatever was hidden inside you doesn’t erase the person you’ve become.”Karl looked at her.“I know. But how much of

The first cradle collapsed around them.Silver pillars shattered. The floor split into enormous cracks, and darkness poured through the openings like a rising ocean.“EVERYONE, MOVE!” Karl shouted.He pulled Damon to his feet while Lyra rushed toward Eron.The little boy was on his knees, the black arrow still buried in his chest.“Eron!”Lyra reached for him, but a violent pulse threw her backward.Karl caught her.“Don’t touch the arrow!”The First Hunger stood above the broken throne, his countless eyes glowing.“I warned you. The first heir was never meant to survive.”The grandmother crawled toward Eron.“Please, my child. Hold on.”Eron looked at her.“Mother…”She took his hand.“I’m here.”“I remember the garden now.”The grandmother pressed his hand against her cheek.“Then remember that I loved you.”Eron smiled weakly.“I know.”His gaze moved toward Lyra.“You must protect the first possibility. He will use her to open the door.”Lyra frowned.“What door?”But Eron’s body

Two identical men stood at opposite ends of the chamber.One wore exhaustion and regret in his eyes.The other wore a smile that made Lyra’s skin crawl.The false First Father tilted his head.“Don’t look so surprised. You have seen copies of him before.”The real First Father stepped forward.“You are not me.”“Of course not. I am what you refused to become.”The shadow raised its hand. A black crown appeared above its head, formed from twisted silver branches.“I am the part of you that never questioned the need for control.”Eshara’s expression hardened.“You’re the First Hunger wearing his face.”The false Father smiled.“I’m much more than that now.”Eron moved between them.“You escaped because he weakened my prison.”The false Father looked at him.“And you helped me escape when you allowed yourself to be remembered.”Eron’s hands curled into fists.“I will imprison you again.”“You couldn’t keep me imprisoned the first time.”The shadow suddenly disappeared.A black blade mate

Lyra stared at the woman standing before the palace.Elyndra.The first possibility. The woman whose first breath had been preserved inside Lyra. The woman who had once surrendered her future so Lyra could have one of her own.But Elyndra was supposed to be in the first cradle.Lyra turned toward Asha.“Is that really her?”Asha shook her head.“Not exactly.”The crowned woman smiled.“Still asking questions, little possibility?”Lyra stepped forward.“I know Elyndra. She’s not you.”The woman’s smile disappeared.“Of course you know her. She gave you everything that should have been mine.”Asha tightened her grip on Lyra’s hand.“She’s the first queen’s memory. The version Father kept after the real Elyndra disappeared.”Lyra remembered the coffin, the silver threads and the woman who had willingly surrendered her place in existence.“You’re an echo.”The crowned woman laughed.“An echo with a throne, a kingdom and the power to rewrite every beginning.”She raised her hand.The silve

Every tree in the first garden bent toward Seraphiel.The silver rivers stopped flowing. The palace trembled, and the thousands of mirrors began reflecting a single image: the First Hunger.Lyra tightened her grip on Karl’s hand.“Seraphiel, fight him!”The woman struggled against the black chains.“I can’t! He’s inside the crown!”The First Hunger laughed through her.“She was always the easiest one to deceive. All I had to do was promise her the throne she believed her father had stolen.”The real First Father rose painfully from the floor.“Release my daughter!”The shadow turned Seraphiel’s head toward him.“Your daughter? You abandoned her long before I found her.”The First Father stopped.Seraphiel’s eyes flickered.“Father…”He stepped closer.“I am here.”“Don’t come near me!”Her scream sent a wave of black energy across the garden.Karl shielded Lyra while Auren spread his wings around the others.Eron stepped forward.“The crown is feeding on her memories.”The grandmother