All Chapters of Alpha's Last Chance: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

In the sterile, dimly lit room in the Citadel’s infirmary, it felt heavier with each passing minute. The scent of antiseptic was sharp in the air, but it did nothing to mask the oppressive silence that filled the space. Alpha Zane stood beside the bed where his wife, Eleanor, lay unconscious, her fragile form surrounded by the flickering light of the candle nearby. The normally fierce and proud woman, whose presence could command a room, now looked utterly vulnerable. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and the haunting remnants of the entity’s possession clung to her like a dark shadow.Alpha Zane had not left her side since she had returned to the manor. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept. His hands were gripped tightly on the edge of the bed, his knuckles white. His mind replayed every moment of their fractured relationship—every harsh word, every hurtful action—and now, the consequences of his decisions seemed to echo in his chest like a crushing weight."I should've never rejecte

In the heart of Pennsylvania, the Headmaster’s hidden mansion loomed in the dark, an imposing silhouette against the blackened sky. His grand estate with gleaming windows and a well-manicured lawn, appeared to be a friendly structure in the middle of the dark forest where it lies. Little did mundane humans know the castle-like establishment hides gruesome truths.Unknown to outsiders, it is a hushed and eerie compound, secluded from the rest of the world. Hidden behind high stone walls and thick trees, it was a place that seemed untouched by time—its grim secrets buried deep within.Inside, the mansion had been transformed into a sterile, clinical environment. The luxurious halls that once held grand gatherings and aristocratic charm now echoed with the cries of the innocent infants, babies torn from their mothers in the dead of night, delivered to this cold, clinical fortress.The unsuspecting parents drown in sorrow thinking that their babies died due to complications—A much better

The heavy rain outside beat against the windows of the study, its rhythmic pounding creating an atmosphere of confinement, as though the storm mirrored the turmoil within Alpha Qillalon. The dark wood panel in his room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced on the walls, reflecting the unspoken weight of his worry.“Why haven’t they answered our calls?” He asks himself as he paces back and forth in his room.He tried to reach his father and Vesper to no avail. The same goes for Velmont and Gertrude. They even try to call Tony, Vesper’s blood donor, but he, too, is not answering—a thing that the detectives find alarming, as Tony always has his phone in his hands.It had been more than 48 hours since the incident and none of them heard anything from Vesper, Tony, and his father. Gertrude advises him to sleep it out, but he can’t. The sight of Vesper’s head blown in half, barely hanging on her neck, was not a sight he had ever dreamed of seeing. He wanted to leave and find them, bu

In Citadel Manor’s Omegas Chambers…In the dead of night.The night air was cold and heavy and it matched the silence of the Omegas gathered around the fireplace. The grief in their hearts weighed them down.Everyone has a telltale sign of sadness in them. One has her hand clasping her chest. The other clenched the hem of her dress. The other can't help but blame the person that did it. "I knew it. I saw it in my eyes... That... That woman won't stop at anything till she takes Alpha Qillalon back," Emily yelled internally. The burning firewood twinkled faintly, their light reflecting off their grieving faces. At the center of the gathering stood a wooden table, holding a framed photo of Vesper from her application as an Omega to Citadel, frozen in time. Her faint smile, pallid face, and neutral expression in her eyes were forever lost in her untimely death. Around her picture, unlit candles were arranged in a delicate circle.Each person held a candle close, their hands trembling with

As the night progresses, Quillion, with the help of Gertrude Fallis, undergoes a hibernation spell to conserve his strength while waiting for Vesper’s toxin to subside.“He’ll wake up on his own, once his body can heal himself,” Gertrude explains while lighting an incense to speed up Quillion’s journey to dreamland. Alpha Qillalon stared intensely at the witch. His face was unreadable, “He… My father… told me about the Blood Oath…” He paused and let his words sink in. Gertrude's movements were put to a halt. The coldness in the Alpha's tone didn’t go unnoticed. She narrowed her gaze but stayed silent.“... Is there a way to break it…” He added that he would rather take rejection and the possibility of death than a forced bond with his fated mate.Gertrude frowned and moved away from the Alpha. She fixed her gaze on the heavy rain now–no more than a sprinkle. She wished something could be done.She sighs deeply. “I’m afraid there’s no way to do that.” He grunted. The urge to look for