Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Xavier And The Legend Of His Chosen Mate: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

ATHENA'S POVI don't how long I had been walking for, but these fuckers didn't give me a break. They didn't allow me to shift in my wolf neither did they themselves bothered to. I was fucking draimed because I kid not, we had been walking for hours. And realizing the fact that they had been injecting weird stuff into me, didn't help with my condition either way. I trudge through the dense forest, my body aching with every step, my wrists bound in cold chains that chafe against my skin. The chains around my ankles clink with each movement, weighing me down like anchors. There was no sign of Cyrus for now, but his men flank me, their presence ominous as they drag me forward with callous indifference.Two of them, burly and relentless, grip my arms with an iron grip, their fingers digging into my flesh, leaving bruises in their wake. I stumble over roots and fallen branches, the earth beneath me unforgiving and uneven. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my strength waning with every passi

ATHENA'S POV‘Psstt. Do you hear me?’ I heard Avory seep into my consciousness. ‘Ficking finally,’ I rolled my eyes at her, still trying to break through the ropes after I was left alone. ‘You can't blame me. The drugs kept me at bay. But they have started to wear off now that they aren't giving you more.’ ‘Ok, then use some of your energy and break us out of here.’ The silence of captivity enveloped me, broken only by the distant echoes of footsteps reverberating through the empty corridors. My heart quickened as the sound drew nearer, anticipation mingling with fear.Then, Scarlet emerged, her expression blank and unreadable. I held her gaze, searching for any flicker of humanity in those eyes, but found none. Before I could plead with her, reason with her, she silenced me with a single, disdainful glance."Scarlet, think about what you're doing. You don't—" My words faltered, swallowed by her interruption, by the weight of her disregard."Shut up, will you?" Her voice cut throu

AUTHOR'S POV“Put me the fuck down!” Athena yelled, punching at Cameron's back. Maggie had taken some cover which was good because Athena didn't want her getting involved in this. It was too dangerous. “As you wish Luna,” She heard the smirk in Cameron’s voice before he roughly threw her down on the ground, the action catching her off guard. “Ow!” she winced in pain. Before Athena had time to react, Cameron jumped on her, his punch ready to collide with her face and she reacted within seconds to block it. From the corner of her eye, she saw Oneka struggling to keep up with a beast when her eyes landed on Athena in disbelief. “Yes girl, witness for yourself so I don't have trouble explaining who your mate really is,” Athena whispered to herself before her eyes returned to Cameron.“You’re done today, Athena. I'll make sure you don't get out of here alive,” he hissed. “Agh!” Athena groaned, trying her best to hold his punch away from her face. But the pressure was insane and her grip

AUTHOR’S POVAs the dust settled and the echoes of Athena's radiant display faded into the ether, Cyrus rose from the ground, his form shrouded in a veil of malevolent fury. Dusting himself off with a disdainful flick of his hand, he surveyed the battlefield with a cold, calculating gaze. Anger churned within him at the sight of his decimated beast army, their once formidable ranks now reduced to a pitiful few, whimpering on the ground in the throes of death. The rest of them, already split into two.The remnants of Xavier's werewolf army, though shaken by the onslaught, stood resolute, their spirits undaunted by the chaos that surrounded them. With steely determination, they rallied to their leader's side, their resolve unbroken by the specter of defeat.Everyone was shaken by the recent events but none had the idea of what it was. Or how it happened. "Enough!" Cyrus's voice thundered across the battlefield, a declaration of defiance amidst the chaos of war. With a swift motion, he

Author's PovIn a dimly lit chamber illuminated by flickering candlelight, the witch stood over her cauldron, the air heavy with the scent of herbs and incense. The atmosphere was tense, fraught with the weight of impending fate. The witch's gnarled fingers danced with precision as she added ingredients to the bubbling liquid, her movements both fluid and deliberate.Glancing towards the couch where Athena lay, pallid and still, the witch's heart clenched with sympathy and regret. The last Arctic Wolf on earth lay motionless, her breath shallow and pulse weakening with each passing moment. The witch knew the gravity of the situation; if the potion failed, there would be no hope left to preserve this majestic creature, nor to propagate her species for generations to come.With a resolve born of desperation, the witch quickened her pace, the liquid in the cauldron simmering with an otherworldly intensity. Each ingredient added was a whispered plea to the forces of nature, a plea for Ath