All Chapters of The Prophecy: Amarah's Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Three Weeks Later…Amarah walked behing Conrad quietly as he escorted her back to The Night Howlers Pack on Tuesday afternoon. She watched him walk ahead of her, his head turning from time to time for any encounter that they might run into. This was the day that Gabriel and Alpha Jack had told them. The day where Conrad will be heading back to war and exact his revenge slowly and silently at The Rebel Rogues.She had watched him carefully transformed and changed into somewhat a different man and wold over the course of their stay at The Moonstone Howlers pack. The talk she had with him had somehow ease a heavy burden off of his shoulders and she was silently thankful that she managed to get through to him. Even Magnus became tamed around her when Conrad had shown her and introduced to her his beloved wolf, Magnus.For the next few remaining weeks of their stay at the pack, when her uncle finally accepted the fact that Conrad is a Sigma like him, he took him under his wing and trained

Amarah watched as Clayton walked towards his room, his shoulders slightly slumped when they finally arrived back home in the late evening after spending time in his parents’ house. She spent most of her time, talking with his father, convincing him to let Conrad be the wolf that he is meant to be.However, during that time she had noticed that Clayton became quiet and had somehow withdrawn himself from the conversation. She silently knew his reasons and she told herself that she will talk to him when they will be alone.She followed him towards the room and saw him sitting on the floor and looked to be holding a photo frame in his hands and looking down at the picture intently. He seemed to be oblivious of her presence inside the room.“Even at this time, you’re still ahead of me, aren’t you, Con?” He muttered.Amarah finally decided to sit beside him on the floor and placed a hand on his arm. She smiled at him when he turned to look down at her. Taking the frame from his hands, she l

Amarah looked up when she heard a long howl in the air late in the afternoon. She placed her feet back on the ground and took a step, stopping when she heard another howl. She’s currently lounging down at her favorite spot under Clayton’s house, contemplating on the upcoming events.She stood still as she listened to the howling sound and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. Picking up her feet, she run up the steps hurriedly and proceeded towards the direction of the sound she heard.Finally stopping and catching her breath when she arrived in the open grounds, her eyes widened, and her mouth gape opened at the sight she is seeing in front of her eyes.Filling the grounds with pack members, Clayton stood in the center flanked by Liam, Bradley, and Jacob behind him. He hadn’t noticed her because he is looking intently towards the direction that all those present were doing as well.Amarah noticed that all of the pack members are clamoring to take a good look of the pack that just arri

Amarah slightly opened her eyes when she felt Clayton moved beside her on the bed. She looked at her bedside table and saw the clock read four in the morning. Turning towards his direction, she saw him putting on his clothes and reaching for his armor.She immediately sat up, reaching for her robe. Clayton must have seen the look on her face because he dropped his armor back on the floor.“Go back to sleep, love,” Clayton insisted gently as he walked to her side and sat on the bed. He reached out and tucked some hair behind her ears. “Get some rest. Gabriel linked that he sighted the rogues on the move. It’ll be several more days, probably two for them to reach us here.”“Where are you going?” She asked, gripping his wrist.“We need to prepare,” he answered softly. “Now, don’t forget what I told you alright? Just go on with your day as if it’s normal. But when I will send out my alarm howl, head to the medical center. I’m sure you don’t want to stay here while there’s a battle going o

Amarah worked tirelessly as she moved on to another warrior, who has his hand with a cloth over his left side of his body. The warrior looks young, and Amarah held herself from breaking down in front of him. She could feel her bearings dropping but she still continued, ignoring the pain and tiredness that her body is telling her.It has been more than an hour since the first batch of warriors arrived at the center and Amarah had treated more than half of them, not taking a break. Her heart with the Ice Amethyst is burning slightly on her skin, signifying the extent that she has been working.“Let me take a look at it,” she said, gesturing calmly to his wound. She pried his hand gently from his body and carefully removed the blood-soaked cloth, immediately disposing it and reaching for a saline solution. “I need to clean that up.”“Don’t look at it, Luna,” the young warrior begged. “You already look distress.”Amarah looked at him surprisingly and shook her head. She took a deep breath