Alice In Borderland Season 3 Novels & Stories

She not making any sense “ he can find out who hired him” “ oh aw, I’m sad I was quite enjoying that you know,” Selene says with actual sadness in her face, knocking him out I started dragging him behind me to the packhouse. When I finally saw the border I almost drop to the floor but I kept going until one of the guards saw me and I heard him yelled “ ALPHA !!”.

It wasn't Alice. It was Jessica Burns, Alice's best friend and the head of the local community union. She was the kind of woman who commanded every room she walked into, with a voice loud enough to shake the walls. She threw her bag onto the couch and immediately started drilling into me the second she stepped past the entryway. "Leon, are you looking into Alice?" "Me?" "You went to the apothecary? The clerk told Alice." I froze. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" She ripped her coat off and flung it over the armrest. "Do you have any clue how much Alice has done for you?"

“Get some rest. Both of you. I want riders heading east and south by first light, and I want that border village burning before Vale’s first regiment even finishes packing its supplies.” “You’re starting a fire to distract from a fire,” Alice said. “That’s all this is.” “I’m buying weeks I don’t currently have. Call it whatever helps you sleep tonight.” She didn’t answer that, just turned and walked out without asking to be dismissed, the door closing harder behind her than it needed to. Selena watched her go, something unreadable crossing her face before she smoothed it back into the careful mask she’d worn her whole life inside rooms like this one.

Alice jumped straight into Demarion’s arms as guards rushed toward us from the west border. Between them was a young woman struggling weakly in their grip. The second I saw her, something inside me twisted uneasily. Her skin looked deathly pale beneath the moonlight. Bright red lips trembled violently while tears streamed down flushed cheeks. Her striking turquoise eyes darted around in panic. “Alpha. Luna,” A warrior reported quickly while tightening his hold on her arm. “We found her wandering near the western forest border. When we questioned her, she tried forcing her way past us saying she had urgent matters she needed to discuss with you personally.”

The festival emptied out slow after that—the music thinning, the bonfire left to burn down on its own, people drifting home with the unease of having watched something they weren't meant to. I sat on the low stone wall near the dying fire, blood drying at the corner of my mouth. Lucian's chair was still out from the children's table, the small one, and nobody had cleared it. Footsteps in the grass. I looked up. Alice. She crossed the grass toward me. Three years, and she'd never once closed a gap like this without something driving her across it—no wound to bind, no fever to break, nobody bleeding between us. Just her, deciding, and coming.

I ran until my lungs felt like they were filled with crushed glass. The border took longer than I expected, but when I finally saw the perimeter fence, I almost collapsed in relief. Freedom. It smelled like damp earth and pine needles, not like Lucen’s cologne. The border guards were distracted, laughing as they shared a cigarette near the gate. Careless. They didn't see the broken thing creeping toward the line. Noom stirred, her voice a jagged melody of fear and longing. ”Eli… this is wrong… he’s our Alpha…"

Security had made sure a camera would never find its way into my hands again. “I’m sorry,” I said politely. “I don’t do that anymore.” “That’s a shame,” Nadya said, crouching beside her daughter. “And this is our little girl — Alice. Mine and Stas’s.” “We already know each other,” Alice announced proudly. “She told me where the crab’s nose went.” I laughed softly at the women’s puzzled expressions. “Yes, that’s right. And Alina — congratulations. I’m sure you’ll be very happy.”

They stopped when they saw me kneeling next to Lucien's unconscious body. "What happened here?" Alpha Thorne commanded. "Lucien fell out of a tree," I lied easily. "Hit his head pretty hard." Elder Mora was looking around the clearing with sharp eyes. I could see her taking in the dead plants, the burned ground, the leftover smell of power in the air. "Where is she?" Elaria asked. "Who?" "Don't play dumb, Caelan. We know Aisla was here. I can smell her." My heart started beating faster. If they found her now, after what had just happened...

I walked toward her and gently covered her, careful not to wake her. For a moment, I just stood there, watching her, the curve of her shoulder under the blanket, the slow rise and fall of her chest. It was strange, how something so small could shake me so much. My phone rang, making me frown at the timing, Hunter. I stepped out into the hall to answer. “What is it?” There was a pause, then his voice, low, grim. “Alpha, you need to come to the border.” I tensed. “What happened?”

Lord Beaumont entered last, bowing deep before sitting beside Varynia’s empty chair that we had left open out of respect. The witches arrived cloaked in silver robes, their leader—an ancient woman named Elara with eyes like polished obsidian—stepping forward to examine the head and letter I had brought. “The border has been broken,” I stated flatly once everyone settled, my voice carrying cold authority across the room. “Captain Thorne’s head delivered as warning. Alastair reports a massacre at the eastern outpost. The barrier shattered by magic stronger than our wards.” Murmurs rose immediate among the elders.