All Chapters of I Refused my Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damon stared at Karl.For several seconds, he couldn’t speak. The chamber around them trembled as ancient magic poured through the cracks in the floor, but he barely noticed.“Say that again,” he whispered.Karl struggled to sit upright. Sweat covered his forehead, and his hands shook as he fought to keep Malachar from reclaiming control.“You were born carrying Malachar’s original heart.”Damon stepped away.“No. Our mother told me I was born weak. She said my powers were unstable, that I had to be hidden until I learned to control them.”“She lied,” Karl replied.Damon’s face hardened. “Everyone lies. Everyone has an explanation for why my life was stolen from me. I’m tired of hearing them.”He turned toward Aveline.“Tell me the truth.”The First Alpha Queen looked at him with tears in her eyes.“Damon, you were born minutes after Karl. When the healers examined you, they discovered a second heartbeat inside your chest. It wasn’t yours.”Damon instinctively pressed a hand against h

“KARL!”Lyra’s scream tore through the chamber.Karl lay on the stone floor, one hand pressed against the wound in his side. Blood spread across his clothes, and the silver light in his eyes flickered like a dying flame.Damon stood above him, trembling.“No,” Damon whispered. “I didn’t mean to do that.”But when he looked up, Malachar’s crimson eyes stared back at Lyra.“Your brother is already lost,” the ancient king said through Damon’s mouth. “You have seconds to decide. Save your precious Alpha, or save the world from me.”Lyra dropped beside Karl.“Look at me,” she pleaded.Karl’s breathing was shallow. He struggled to lift his hand and touched her cheek.“Don’t let him use you,” he whispered.“I won’t lose you.”“You cannot save everyone, Lyra.”She pressed her forehead against his.“Then I’ll find another way.”Behind them, the doors to the forgotten throne room opened fully. A storm of black mist poured through the entrance, carrying the sound of thousands of voices crying ou

“Wake up, my queen. You were never born to rule the Moon Kingdom.”The voice echoed inside Lyra’s mind.She clutched her chest as the black symbol beneath her skin began to spread. Thin, dark lines crawled toward her shoulders, twisting into the shape of a crown.Karl caught her before she fell.“Lyra! Look at me!”She tried to answer, but the chamber dissolved around her.Suddenly, she stood in a vast hall beneath a blood-red moon. Thousands of wolves knelt before a throne made of silver bones. At the centre of the hall stood a woman wearing a crown of black diamonds.The woman turned.She had Lyra’s face.But her eyes were completely black.“Welcome home,” the woman said.Lyra backed away. “Who are you?”The woman smiled.“I am the queen you were supposed to become.”“I am Lyra.”“You are a name they gave you to hide what you truly are.”The throne behind the woman began to tremble. Chains rose from the floor, wrapping around its legs.The woman extended her hand.“Your sisters were

The mysterious man stood before the shattered throne, his silver crown glinting beneath the pale moonlight.The entire chamber had fallen silent.Even Malachar, the ancient king who had once commanded armies across the united kingdoms, looked unsettled.The man’s clothes were black, torn at the edges as though he had crawled through centuries of darkness. Silver markings covered his hands and climbed his neck, disappearing beneath his collar. His eyes were the color of a moonless sky.But it was his smile that frightened Lyra most.It was not the smile of a stranger.It was the smile of someone who believed he had finally found something that had always belonged to him.“Who are you?” Karl demanded, stepping between him and Lyra despite the wound in his side.The stranger barely glanced at him.“Still standing in front of her, I see.” His gaze returned to Lyra. “You always did choose men who mistook suffering for devotion.”Karl’s jaw tightened. “Answer me.”The stranger laughed softl

“Bring me the Queen.”The words rolled through the chamber, shaking the ancient stones beneath their feet.Karl stood before the broken throne, his body motionless, his eyes swallowed by darkness. The silver markings on his skin had turned black, spreading from his chest toward his throat like cracks in a dying star.Lyra could barely breathe.The man she loved was standing before her, but something else was looking through his eyes.“Karl,” she whispered.His head tilted slightly.“Who is Karl?”The question struck her harder than any blade.She stepped forward despite Theron’s warning. “You are Karl Blackwood. Alpha of Blackwood. The stubborn, arrogant man who once believed he could decide my worth by rejecting me.”For one heartbeat, the darkness flickered.“You are the man who hurt me,” she continued, tears burning her eyes. “But you’re also the man who fought beside me, even when I had every reason to turn away. You are the man who learned that loving someone doesn’t mean owning