บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S HEIR : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The village that had once been filled with the sounds of celebration after their victory over Victor’s forces now felt eerily quiet. The ground that had been scorched by battle was slowly beginning to heal, but something lingered in the air—a darkness that couldn't be shaken off. Even though the ruins were being rebuilt and the people were starting to live in peace again, it seemed like the shadow of war would never quite leave.Lucas stood on the outskirts of the village, his eyes scanning the horizon. The sun had just begun to set, casting an orange hue over the land. He had hoped that once the fight was over, they could finally find peace. But as the days passed, he had started to feel a creeping unease. The village was still recovering, but the past was catching up with them."I don’t like this," he muttered, clenching his fists. "It’s too quiet. Almost like something’s waiting."Seraphina, who had been working tirelessly to help rebuild the village, walked up beside him. "You’re

The chamber was silent now. The battle was over, but the consequences of the confrontation still hung in the air like a dark cloud. The group stood together, catching their breath, their bodies battered, but their spirits more exhausted from what they had just witnessed. The magical energy that had surged in the room still lingered, casting an eerie glow on their surroundings.Elena’s eyes were heavy with the weight of the fight. The magic that had coursed through her veins had left a mark, both physical and emotional. Her heart pounded as if still responding to the surge of power. She could feel the remnants of it inside her, lurking like a beast, waiting for its next chance to consume her.“We need to move,” Lucas said, his voice low, his eyes scanning the dark space around them. “Before any more of those—” He stopped himself, unwilling to say the words that loomed in the air: “Before more of those things come after us.”Diana was the first to move, stepping forward with a determina

The ruins stood in eerie silence, a broken landscape of fallen stones and scattered debris. Where once dark figures had prowled, now only the whispers of wind disturbed the air. It was over—or so the group thought. The battle against the shadowed figure had ended, but the aftermath left them uneasy.Elena sat on a fallen column, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the cracks along its surface. She had used the magic to defeat the enemy, but the lingering weight of that power made her uneasy. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw the dark figure, looming larger, his voice echoing in her mind. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.Lucas stood nearby, inspecting their surroundings with a practiced eye. His hands were stained with the remnants of the fight—torn clothing, bruises, and blood. Yet, despite the physical damage, there was something else that had settled over him. The battle had taken more than just their strength; it had taken a piece of their souls.

Elena sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, the weight of what had just happened pressing heavily on her chest. She could still feel the strange hum of energy in her veins, as if the artifact had fused with her very soul. It was a constant, pulsating reminder of the power she now wielded—or perhaps, the power that now wielded her.The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the wind outside the ruins. Elena’s fingers brushed over the smooth surface of the artifact, which had returned to its dormant state. Yet, she couldn’t shake the sensation that something was wrong. There was an unease that lingered in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that something far darker was awakening.Her mind flickered back to the visions that had come so suddenly, the fragmented images that danced in her head like fleeting shadows. She had seen them—glimpses of a future she didn’t understand, flashes of a creature far worse than Victor, darker and more twisted. It felt like a warning, but a warning from

The Temple of Shadows was silent now. The oppressive air that had hung heavy in the dark corners for centuries seemed to dissipate, replaced by a calm that Elena had never expected. She had stood in the heart of the temple, wielding the power of the artifact, and it had worked. The Dark One’s presence had been sealed, the threat eradicated. Or so they thought.Elena lowered her gaze to the artifact still resting in her hands, its glow now faint, as though exhausted from its task. The strain of the ritual had left her weak, her limbs sore. She felt as though she had lived a thousand lifetimes in the span of mere hours. Yet, there was something deeper, a sensation tugging at her, a quiet whisper of unease that refused to be silenced.“We did it,” Lucas said softly, his voice breaking the heavy silence as he stepped closer. His hands were bloodied from the battle, his face grim but relieved. “It’s over. The Dark One is sealed.”But Elena wasn’t so sure. She stared at the artifact again,