บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

MarcusI stood in the shadows of the cave, the flickering light from the cauldron casting eerie shapes against the stone walls. Iris, the witch, stood at the center of the chamber, her dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and something that almost seemed like anticipation. The air in the cave was thick, heavy with the stench of herbs, blood, and magic. A chill ran down my spine, but I steeled myself, knowing this was the only path left for us. For me.Maxine, her expression taut with determination, stood beside me, her fingers flexing as though she could already feel the weight of the power that would soon be hers. Her mother’s death still hung over her like a storm cloud, and the thirst for vengeance burned hot in her veins. I knew that she would do anything to see Melanie brought down, even if it meant sacrificing the last shred of her humanity."Are you sure about this?" I asked Maxine quietly, my voice tinged with unease. I had never been one to make deals with witches, esp

MelanieThe chaos of the festival was a living, breathing nightmare. Everywhere I turned, there was violence, destruction, and the unmistakable smell of blood. The bright, shimmering lights that had once adorned the royal courtyard now flickered dimly, casting long, twisted shadows across the rubble and wreckage. The music, once vibrant and full of life, had long been drowned out by the sounds of war—the clash of steel, the guttural growls of warriors, and the screams of those who were caught in the crossfire.Oswald’s voice was a constant presence in my mind, urging me to act, to protect our people, to fight with everything I had. But as I stood at the heart of the carnage, I could feel something different stirring inside me. My magic, the power that had always been a whisper in the back of my mind, was no longer a mere suggestion. It was a storm, ready to break free.I didn’t have time to understand what was happening to me. The weight of my responsibility, the weight of the lives I

MarcusThe air in Iris’s lair was thick with the smell of incense, a pungent, sweet scent that lingered in my nose as we stood before the witch. It was the same scent that had haunted me from the moment I first met her, but now, the very essence of it made my skin crawl. The stone walls of her hideout, dimly lit by flickering candles, felt oppressive, closing in on me. The weight of the decision that lay ahead was too heavy to carry alone. I could feel the pressure building within me, a dangerous pressure, one that could explode at any moment.Maxine stood beside me, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable. She was as determined as I was—no, more than I was—to see this war through to the end. But I knew, deep down, that something had shifted within her. Something was different. Her thirst for power had only grown stronger since the ceremony that failed, and that hunger for more was pulling her closer to Iris’s web.Iris sat before us on a dark wooden chair, her pale

Unknown’s POVThe fire crackled in the hearth of the Bear King’s war room, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Viktor stood alone, his massive frame silhouetted against the flickering flames, the weight of the news he had just received pressing down on him like a crushing boulder. His hands were trembling, a rare occurrence for the Bear King, but it was impossible to stop. The betrayal of Quincy Otto had shattered something deep inside him—a trust that had been formed over years of manipulation, a promise of cooperation that had now turned into nothing but ashes.He had been played.Quincy Otto, the very councilman the wolves had placed their faith in, had been feeding information to the bears and rogues, undermining the Royal Crimson Pack from within. The truth about his involvement with the murder of the Bear King’s daughter—his own flesh and blood—struck like a bolt of lightning, too horrifying to believe at first. The betrayal had run so deep, so cleverly hidden, that it

Melanie Iris had been unusually quiet lately, her dark magic seeping through the air like a suffocating fog. Even in the cold stone halls of our hidden camp, her presence was palpable, a force that warped everything around her. She was more than a witch now—she was something else entirely, her power feeding off the chaos she had unleashed. And she wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.The rogues had been growing restless, sharpening their claws, their weapons, and their wits. They knew the wolves were preparing for a final stand, a battle that could either crush the Royal Crimson Pack or see the bears and rogues wiped from the map. The wolves were nothing without their queen, and Maxine was determined to break that, though the weight of her losses had started to take its toll on her. She had always been strong, but the death of her mother, her own transformation, and the turmoil within her heart made it harder to see clearly. And Marcus… once a trusted ally, now little more than a