All Chapters of The Unwanted Sister's Alpha King : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Olivia's POV The weight of the past few days pressed heavily on my shoulders as I made my way through the opulent hallways of the Moonstone Hotel. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow on the polished marble floors, but their beauty did little to soothe my frayed nerves. Every step felt like it reverberated with the secret I held. I had killed Alpha Derek, and Cassandra, now imprisoned, could expose me to the elders at any moment. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached Alexander's suite, my pulse quickening with every step. I knew what I had to do; I had to tell him my fears. Before Cassandra could speak, we needed to go to the elders ourselves. I knocked softly but with urgency, my mind racing. The door creaked open, revealing Alexander's tall, imposing figure. His intense green eyes softened as he saw me. "Olivia," he greeted, his voice a soothing balm to my fraught nerves. "What's wrong?" I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. "Alexander, I need to talk to y

Olivia's POVOne day before the full moon ceremony. The warmth of the bed and the rhythmic rise and fall of Alexander’s chest beneath my ear brought me a comfort I hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. The world might be spinning with threats and turmoil, but wrapped in his arms. I felt cocooned from it all. Every muscle in my body, so used to tension, found peace in his arms. For once, the insistent hum of worry that usually plagued my thoughts was silenced. As I drifted into sleep, a familiar scene unfolded before me. Two white wolves glistened against the backdrop of silver moonlight, their fur almost ethereal. They circled around me, their eyes holding a wisdom I yearned to understand. This dream was no stranger to me, but tonight, there was a palpable urgency to it. The wolves' eyes met mine, and suddenly, I felt as though I was standing on the cusp of understanding something huge. Their gaze pierced through the veil of sleep, bringing with it a rush of emotions—fear,

Alexanders povStanding outside the door to the elder’s office, I hesitated. The weight of my confession loomed over me like a storm cloud ready to break. I took a deep breath and adjusted my glove, making sure the mark on my hand was hidden. The last thing I needed was for the elders to see it and complicate matters even further. I knocked a hollow sound echoing in the quiet hallway. My mind was a tangled mess. I knew that I couldn’t tell them the complete truth; I had to protect Olivia and Lidia at all costs, even if that meant putting myself in the firing line. “Enter,” a gravelly voice commanded from within. I pushed the door open and made my way inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old books and candles. The elders sat around a long, ornate table, their expressions varying from curious to indifferent. Victor's threat echoed in my mind. “What is it, Alexander? I hope this interruption is important,” Elder Greyson, the head elder, remarked, not lookin

Olivias povLater that night, I slid into bed next to Alexander, the warmth of his body immediately soothing my lingering anxieties. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the night outside and Alexander's rhythmic breathing. His presence was a grounding force, anchoring me against the storm of emotions and fears brewing within me. Slowly, I closed my eyes, seeking refuge in the comfort his proximity provided. As sleep finally began to claim me, the dream returned with startling clarity. I found myself standing in a dense, shadowed forest, the scent of pine and earth enveloping me. The sky above was painted in the pale hues of twilight, casting an otherworldly glow on the surroundings. Then they appeared—two white wolves, their fur shimmering under the ethereal light. Their eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, met mine, and a familiar sense of urgency surged through me. "Please," I called out, my voice echoing into the forest. "I need answers. What do you want from me?" The wolve

Olivia’s POV The moonlight surrounded me, its ethereal glow bathing every inch of my skin in a luminous embrace. Every muscle in my body felt alive, buzzing with an energy I'd never known. As if in sync, the mark on Alexander's hand flared, scorching with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Yet, the brilliance around me far surpassed the glow of his mark. Panic gripped me as every eye in the clearing turned to stare. My heart raced, echoing in my ears. I took a hesitant step away from the moonlight, feeling an overwhelming urge to escape its relentless pull. "This is a mistake," I murmured, my voice trembling. But as I tried to step out of the light, it seemed to cling to me, pulling me back with an invisible force. My feet left the ground. I wasn't standing anymore—I was hovering, the moonlight holding me aloft. Power surged through me, making me feel invincible and yet utterly out of control. My hair cascaded down my back, growing longer and shimmering like spun sil