All Chapters of Killed by Alpha Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Seraphine's POV] "Dorian Phoenix." Legend has it that every child born into the world will experience at least one significant event in their life. If they are an Omega, then that significant event is when they meet their Alpha. If they are an Alpha, then it's the moment they become an Alpha themselves. Or when they meet their fated mate and eventually fall in love. I often heard this story when my foster mother locked me in a dark, empty room. From that secluded space, I could only watch children my age playing happily outside while I remained imprisoned inside. In my jealousy of their happiness, I would often hear that tale, the one where every child would experience a moment of joy in their life. As a naive child, I wondered and hoped, could a cursed child like me also find happiness? What significant event awaited me? Would I marry the Alpha I loved, have many children, continue the Luna lineage on the brink of extinction? All night, I spent alone in that empty room, hoping fo

[Seraphine’s POV]My curiosity burned like a relentless flame amidst the chaos that surrounded us. I needed answers, not just for myself, but for the sake of understanding the intricate web of events that had brought us to this dire crossroads."Why, Dorian?" I demanded, my voice edged with urgency. "How come did you assume the form of Jesse Maximilian, and what drove you to ignite this war between two kingdoms?"Dorian met my gaze, and for a moment, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. It was as if he carried a heavy burden of secrets, and my questions had chipped away at the carefully constructed facade."I had my reasons," he replied cryptically, evading a direct response. "The world is not always as it seems, Seraphine. There are forces at play beyond our understanding."His enigmatic words only fueled my determination. I refused to accept vague explanations, not when so much was at stake."You owe me an explanation, Dorian," I pressed, my voice unwavering. "You've di

[Seraphine’s POV]Frustration ignited a spark within me, and I could no longer bear Dorian's relentless pressure. With an abrupt surge of determination, I launched a verbal assault on him, my voice laced with righteous anger."Dorian," I snapped, my patience worn thin, "your unyielding demands have pushed me to my limits. If you won't willingly unveil your motives, then I will unravel the truth myself."Dorian's demeanor remained steadfast, but a fleeting glimpse of regret flickered in his eyes, an acknowledgment of the battle raging within me.Just as our confrontation reached a crescendo, an unexpected disturbance erupted from the labyrinth nearby. The once-silent passages came alive with discordant sounds, growing louder and more chaotic by the second. It was as if the very maze that enveloped us had awakened, responding to the turmoil between its two unwilling guests.My gaze darted toward the source of the commotion, and my senses sharpened. "What's happening?" I demanded, my voi

[Seraphine’s POV]Frustration welled up within me as I tried to push Dorian for answers, but the walls of his secrecy remained impenetrable. My desire to expose his hidden agenda clashed with the realization that my visions of the future had inexplicably faltered, leaving me blind to what lay ahead."Dorian, you're hiding something," I accused, my voice trembling with both anger and helplessness. "You expect me to trust you, to follow you into this labyrinth of secrets, yet you won't even share the truth with me."Dorian's demeanor remained unyielding, his enigmatic facade unchanged. He seemed almost untouched by my growing agitation."Seraphine, there are things beyond your understanding," he replied cryptically, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Some truths are better left undiscovered."His words only fueled my determination to uncover the depths of his motives, but the eerie silence of the labyrinth offered no guidance. It was as if the

[Seraphine’s POV]In the throes of exhaustion and powerlessness, I knew that direct confrontation was no longer an option. Dorian had proven himself to be a formidable adversary, and my attempts to strike him down had faltered. It was time to resort to a different strategy, one that relied on the power of manipulation rather than force.With a deep breath, I gathered the last vestiges of my strength and focused on the core of my abilities—the manipulation of memories. It was a skill I had honed over the years, allowing me to delve into the recesses of one's mind and reshape their recollections.My eyes locked onto Dorian's, and I channeled my waning power into the intricate dance of manipulating his memories. I probed the recesses of his mind, searching for the threads of his resolve and intent.Dorian's expression shifted from smug confidence to momentary confusion as my influence began to take hold. Memories, once crystal clear, wavered like a mirage in the desert, their contours bl