All Chapters of Alpha Erik: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 22 - Pity Balthazar POV The ancient magic of the Dragon kingdom hummed against my own. Our magic was similar in some aspects. Considering that an actual deity made time to visit this realm from time to time only strengthened its power. But even still, my magic was older than even Ryuu's. But she was not one to consider with light thoughts. She was as beautiful as she was cunning and spiteful. I rightfully earned her hatred, but she rightfully earned my wrath. So when my suspicions led me here, I also knew that she was most likely the one who was also tainted by truths and reasoning for her own gain. I looked over Caspian. Not much had changed since I last visited. The only thing different was the number of people who now busied the streets. No one paid any attention to me as I began walking. Looking at each building I passed. I knew I would feel her presence through the bond once she had arrived. At least I should be, depending on who she was travelling with, it had been al

Chapter 24 - Untold Truths After we all settled on what had happened in the study, Garren decided we needed to head somewhere less conspicuous. We also knew it was to prevent Balthazar from having any more time figuring out his way through the castle grounds. After he glamoured himself again, we headed out towards the warrior building. Jumping right into asking Balthazar how much he knew and what our best strategy should be.  Even though the debriefing room was large, it felt tiny with the constant glares and snide comments everyone seemed to make towards my mate. More than a few occasions were when I had to step outside to get some air because of how uncomfortable I was becoming. I slowly walked back to the room when I heard shouting. I quickened my pace, rushing into the room to make sure another brawl wasn't about to break out. “Well, I don’t like it. Wh

Chapter 26 - Hurt I ran through the thick of the forest—the taunting of the night creatures gaining on me. My foot snagged a root throwing me into the ground. My face smacking off the dark earth, my nose crunching under pressure. I didn't have time to stop the bleeding or fix the break. I only had time to get up and continue running. I could hear the howls and snarls growing closer with each passing second. “Immeldaa.” The voice taunted as it hunted me. I was the prey, and it was the predator, a role I was never meant to play. The voice was a haunting echo mixed between demonic and a phantom whisper.  I scrambled to get back on my feet. My knees threatening to collapse beneath me. I could feel my face already bruising, breathing becoming harder as my nasal passages swelled shut. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to break through my rib cage. Sweat

Chapter 28 - Infection The familiar sparks were what continued to bring me back to consciousness as we raced through the fields. I could hear the shouts of everyone around me but was too out of it to understand anything they were saying. The constant sound of a beating heart was the only thing that really confirmed I was still here. I began to have lucid dreams, my body overheating as it fought whatever infection was trying to take hold. I felt my body shiver as blackness pulled me under once again. “Imelda.” A voice whispered.  “Just a little longer.” I groaned, my voice not sounding the same as it usually did. The voice who called for me becoming clearer as they laughed.  “My sweet girl. If you sleep too long, you will miss the falling stars. You don’t want to miss the

Chapter 30 - A Promise  Two weeks have passed since we were attacked. Two weeks had passed since we thought we lost Balthazar. It had been two long weeks since I experienced the most breathtaking kiss of my life and walked away. I have had many dreams of it since then. They would start differently but always end the same. Me turning my back on him, too afraid to see his face. When we returned, everyone was angry with him, but he was back to his usual self—laughing at the hatred and making his opinions on this travel known. The only difference now was how distant he was with me, how he would avert his gaze from me. Make sure to never speak to me directly.  I thought I wouldn’t care, but I was so wrong. I could ignore how he made me feel, forget how good his skin felt on mine, but I couldn’t. It haunted my