All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S DESTINY (THE PROPHECY): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"Zander," Hazel barely whispered as she felt his left arm tighten around her waist. He had his eyes closed, grinding his teeth while he folded his right palm into a fist. She saw flashes of his parents' deaths, but she couldn't detect any guilt from him. Something wasn't right.She felt his confusion, but he didn't respond. He had a weary look on his face."Alpha, they're closing in," Declan recited. He pressed his back up against James' who still had an unconscious Julia in his arms. Isis was busy chanting and humming in the centre while Dimitri and Carson guarded her sides."Hurry up, old crone," Dimitri ordered as the apparitions drew closer. "Shut up and let her do her thing," Carson growled. "Just make sure they don't touch her."Isis' body began to convulse. The spirits drew closer. It was taking all their might to stay afloat, huddled in one spot. "It's not working," Isis finally let out."Then try again," Carson told her. "As I said, little boy, my spell is not working.

CARSON'S POV"What in the Halloween Town is going on here?" I questioned as I beamed confused."It stinks like Satan's ass in here!" Jinx protested."I know buddy," I told him as I absorb the surrounding. Undead creatures of all shapes and sizes moved around leisurely as they conducted their day-to-day business like they were ordinary living citizens. "This is fucking weird," I complained as I spat to my left, scrunching up my nose at the rancid odour the atmosphere was producing. "For fuck's sake!" Alpha's growl interrupted me. I hastily glanced to my left. I saw Dimitri handing him a silk handkerchief. Zander grabbed it and cleaned my saliva from his face. He beamed at me with an exhausted expression in his eyes. I wondered if he was just simply done with my fuckery. "Apologise you, idiot! Jinx warned. I flashed Alpha my boyish grin. "Sorry Alpha. I didn't see you there." Alpha exhaled and relaxed his shoulders, then he looked some more at the surrounding. "That was close,"

FREDERICK'S POV"Steele, wake up!" I bellowed in my wolf's ear as I got swept off into his wild dream. I rubbed his forehead as he lay on his side. His body convulsed vehemently as he whimpered in agony. It wasn't physical pain that was clawing at him, it was emotional pain. I felt it too. "Shh, it's okay buddy -," I cooed. I used my fingers and combed through his sliver fur, hoping that my touch was enough to soothe him. Soon I sensed his body relaxing and then his breathing followed. "That's it, buddy, wake up. It's just a bad dream."His body jerked awake at my words. His head tilted forward to meet my gaze. A great mountain of sadness stared back at me through his glossy dark pupils. He snarled, as his snout crinkled while he flashed me his sharp, deadly canines. "But it is not just a dream, Freddy - she's dead, our mate is dead!"His words rang through my ears, causing pain to radiate through my soul.My soul ached as if I were swimming in an ocean of skin-melting lava. My che

"Everybody, just stay calm. Let's see what it's up to," Dimitri added. So I stood firm and let it make its move.With a little more effort, it got closer and closer and closer..."Maybe we should run!""Maddox, I didn't take you for a pussy.""Grrrr-hello.""It speaks," Carson was fascinated. I paused and watched as it stopped in front of us. It was rocking side to side, grinning while she examined me. "Hi," I said cautiously. "Don't worry, werewolf meat isn't appealing to me at all," she laughed. "You talk, but you're a zombie," I was obviously surprised. Our pack had never come across zombies before. Most of them believed that they were a myth, but Zander's dad, the late Alpha Zachery still made sure the members were taught how to defend themselves against the creatures, in case they were real. "Yes, I only go full-on Zombie when I haven't eaten in a long while," she explained. "I'm Misty by the way," she stretched her hand for me to shake. "Don't do it, Declan," Maddox warned

ZANDER'S POV We were as quiet as we could be as we followed ghost Carson up the stairs. No one dared make a sound. Even our breathing was kept under control and could barely be heard as we made our way to the second floor. We swerved and swivelled along winded passageways and twisted staircases that seemed to be never-ending. Where is he leading us? I asked myself. The ghost stopped ahead, so we did the same. We waited, and then my ears picked up on scratching sounds coming from one of the many rooms lining the massive corridor we were now in. Carson pointed. “The child's in the room at the far end. Now listen, she is going to ask one of the men a question. I don't know what the question will be, but the answer should be yes." The scratching noises intensified as we travelled down the hallway. Old torches lit the way as we quietly trekked one foot at a time. The scraping noises got louder and more pronounced. “What is that sound?” Isis asked. “Just be quiet, we don't want to