บททั้งหมดของ When a Womanizer Alpha Mated to a Playgirl Beta: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Lara couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that clung to her, long after she had woken from the nightmare. It wasn't the first time she'd experienced such vivid, haunting dreams. Last time, it had been their son, Ethan, who had appeared in her dream with eyes devoid of warmth, a mere shadow of the boy she loved. He had turned on her in that dream, his innocent face twisted with a malevolent rage as he tried to kill her. The sheer terror of it had left her rattled for days, the image of her own child attacking her burned into her memory. And now, this dream with Cyrus—so disturbingly real, so clear that it was as if she could feel the chill in the air, hear his voice echoing in her ears.Her gaze drifted to Magnus, who had finally fallen asleep beside her. His face, usually so strong and commanding, looked almost peaceful in slumber. Yet, even in his rest, she could see the lines of worry etched into his brow, the exhaustion weighing heavily on him. He was carrying so much—trying to be

Equipped with all the necessary weapons, Magnus, Lara, and Alex set off towards the forest under the cover of darkness. Each carried a variety of blades, crossbows, and silver-tipped arrows, knowing they might face creatures lurking in the shadows—beasts and entities that regular weapons couldn't harm. They also brought along vials of wolfsbane and a few precious potions gifted by the pack's healer, meant to strengthen their senses and protect them from dark magic.Magnus led the way, very alert as they moved quietly through the villa's grounds. The paths were tricky, with lots of bushes and tall trees that made it like a maze. The moonlight barely reached the ground, making spooky shadows that danced with the branches. Every little sound made them nervous, but they kept going, trusting their own instincts to guide them the way.Lara stayed close behind Magnus, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. She could feel the weight of each weapon against her body, the coolness of t

In the impenetrable darkness of her lair, Thana observed the battle unfolding through the eyes of her minions. Magnus, Lara, and Alex moved with lethal precision, their weapons gleaming with a deadly energy that cleaved through the monstrous creatures she had summoned. The creatures, twisted abominations of shadow and flesh, were meant to be her unstoppable force. She had expected the trio to falter, to be overwhelmed by the sheer number and ferocity of her minions.But she was wrong.Magnus fought with a fury that matched the stormy skies, his sword igniting with a silvery flame that incinerated any creature it touched. Lara moved with the grace of a shadow, her strikes precise and deadly, each swing of her blade leaving trails of dark smoke as the monsters disintegrated into ashes. Alex, a whirlwind of power, his fists and feet breaking bones and snapping necks, moved like a force of nature, untamed and relentless.Thana's eyes blazed with anger as one by one, her monstrous creation

Lara, who had just regained consciousness, blinked groggily as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. The air was thick with dampness, and a faint echo reverberated in the distance. She squinted, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space around her. Shadows danced along stone walls, and she could hear the distant drip of water, giving the place a cold, eerie feel. Her breath quickened as the reality of her situation sank in.She was lying on a cold, flat surface—rough and unforgiving like stone. Panic surged within her chest as she shifted her gaze down to her body. Heavy, metallic chains wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles, pinning her down. The shackles were too tight, biting into her skin with every movement."Magnus! Alex!" she called out in desperation, her voice trembling as it echoed through the seemingly empty room. She tried to move, to sit up, but her muscles refused to obey. Her arms and legs felt as though they were weighed down by the chains, making even th

Magnus lay on the infirmary bed, his body healing from the physical wounds he had endured, but his heart remained in turmoil. Despite the steady return of his physical strength, his mind was clouded with fear. guilt, and desperation. Not only did he think about Alex's unstable state, but he was also preoccupied with visions of Lara, his soulmate and wife, and the agony she could be going through at Thana's hands. Every moment he spent in recovery felt like an eternity, and the helplessness gnawed at him. He clenched his fists, his breathing ragged as the tears spilled silently down his face."Moon Goddess, please help me," he whispered, his voice trembling as his heart shattered with the thought of losing her. "I can't lose Lara. I love her so much." The words were raw, vulnerable, a prayer to the heavens, though he feared even the gods might not be able to save her from Thana’s dark clutches.His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more agonizing than the last. What was La