Fated To The Alpha Chapter 161 Novels & Stories

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

A sharp pain ripped through my chest. I shook my head, my vision blurring. “M-My Alpha,” I whispered, the title slipping out instinctively. “Please… I didn’t choose this. I—” “You should have stayed hidden,” he cut in. Each word was a blade. He stepped forward then—not toward me, but toward the altar. Power rolled off him in crushing waves as he raised his voice for all to hear. “I, Alpha Kael Nightfang,” he declared, “reject you, Lunaria Vale, as my mate and Luna.”

Inside lay a narrow roll of parchment tied with faded blue cloth. I untied it and spread it flat. The ink was old, the lines clean. “When the daughter returns to her fated Alpha, the blessing comes with a storm.” My eyes ran to the next lines. “If the trial is not met and the bond not steadied, doom falls on the Alpha’s house. One will break, one will bleed, and the packs will tear.” My hands shook. “If the calamity is not averted, one of the pair must die, and the packs will fall into chaos.”

“It was too late the night he painted my village red.” “Please stop this,” the woman begged, voice breaking. “We can still fix this.” “There's nothing left to fix.” The Alpha said, “What is wrong with you ?! You killed Doctor Charles—the only man who took you in after your family died! You tried to send Emilia to that witch like a lamb to slaughter! Now Damien—what next? Who else do you have to murder before you’re satisfied?” The Alpha moved so fast the air screamed. Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the woman’s throat. She slammed her back against the wall hard enough to crack the wall..

He would lay waste to our tents, burn down the buildings, draw swords at lives, and exert himself as the new king. When his eyes fell on me, Fate once again procured, only it wasn’t in my favor this time around. I’ve been doomed, I’ve been fated to the night Alpha. And this is my story.

“Now I know you are trolling one crazy bitch, aren't you? Isn't that what you're trying to prove to me? I won't allow you. I won't allow you. Why? You could have done anything. You could have done any other thing. But attacking the Senior Alpha? That is wrong. That was not part of anything. No matter how much hatred you have for me, you don't kill the Alpha.” I said, quenching the last part of my sentence into my mind. “Killing the Alpha is my job. He's my fucking father.” I looked at her as she seemed a little bit shocked. “I never planned on killing the Alpha. Whatever is happening has nothing to do with me. The only thing I am doing is watching you from the side. For us to get so tired of

My thoughts spiraled, memories flashing in my mind—Mira’s haunting dream of betrayal, Lyria’s growing sensitivity to magic, the strange sabotage… it all fit, like jagged pieces of a puzzle snapping into place. “This… this is too much,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. “And the traitor…? Is he one of my own?” The seer tilted her head, her voice soft but sharp. “A snake often hides in the grass, Alpha. Be wary of those closest to you.” I clenched my fists, anger boiling beneath my skin. “There must be something I can do. Some way to protect my pup.” I stared at the Seer for a long moment, my heart still knotted with unease.

I apologized to her, my eyes finding hers. She smirked. “Get over it? It’s easy for you to say.” “I had no idea Vanessa would be there that day, and I even went against my father many times because of you. I am sorry, Freya.” I explained to her, and for the first time that day, she raised her eyes to look at me. Freya’s POV: Did he just say he went against the Alpha because of me? I stared into his eyes. Something inside of me clicked that he was saying the truth. It was as if I could see through his mind and know whether he was saying the truth or not.

“I want her taken. Quietly. No blood spilled in the packlands. No witnesses.” The tall one tilted his head. “Taken where?” I smiled. “Far.” Silence stretched. The fire cracked. One of them shifted, uneasy. “Kidnapping an Alpha’s mate is a death sentence.” “She is not their mate,” I snapped, the edge slipping into my voice before I could stop it. I inhaled, steadying myself. “Not truly. The bond is flawed. Twisted. I intend to correct it.” “And after she’s taken?” the woman asked. “What then?”

He had seen flashes of his past—a childhood in a pack long forgotten, whispers of prophecy surrounding a boy born under a rare lunar eclipse. "You were always meant for more," his wolf rumbled within him. "Not a rogue. Not an outcast. A king." Kian exhaled slowly, determination settling in his chest. He would not cower before fate—nor would he abandon Aria. Together, they would confront whatever trials lay ahead. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and the door creaked open to reveal two guards. "The alpha summons you," one grunted. "Your fate will be decided today."