All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S HEIR : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The weight of the moment settled heavily on the group. They stood in the dim light of the evening, Elena lying unconscious at their feet. Her transformation from wielding the Heart’s power had taken a toll on her, leaving her body frail, her breath shallow. The war was over, yet they were left with the lingering question of what to do next, unsure whether to celebrate their victory or mourn the cost.Lucas knelt beside Elena, his hand gently brushing through her tangled hair. She looked so vulnerable now, so unlike the fierce warrior she had been when they first met. The Heart had taken so much from her, and despite everything they had fought for, the damage was far from undone.“She’ll be alright, right?” Marcus asked, standing a few feet away, his voice carrying the heavy burden of concern.Lucas met his gaze but didn’t answer right away. His chest tightened as he stared down at Elena’s pale face. He knew the Heart had been both a gift and a curse. It had given them the strength to

The chamber trembled beneath their feet. The walls, once solid and unyielding, cracked and shifted with an ominous groan. Dust fell from the ceiling in heavy clouds, and the air was thick with the scent of ancient stone, damp and burning. The Heart pulsed at the center of the room, its glow intensifying with every passing second."Move!" Lucas shouted, his voice sharp with urgency.The ground shook violently as if responding to the Heart's awakening. Elena stumbled, gripping Lucas's arm as she tried to keep her balance. Her pulse raced, the power of the Heart thrumming through her veins, a constant reminder of the dangerous force she had tried to control. But now, it was slipping further and further from her reach.Seraphina, always the steady one, dashed forward, her eyes scanning the room. "We can't stay here! We need to get out—now!"The group began to scramble, but the exits were blocked. The walls had closed off the way they came, and every new path seemed to be swallowed by crac

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering, ominous glow of the Heart at the center of the stone pedestal. The air was thick with tension, and the ground beneath them seemed to vibrate with the pulse of the ancient relic. Elena could feel its presence, tugging at her consciousness, beckoning her, like a voice whispering just beneath the surface of her thoughts.It was getting stronger. The Heart’s influence was undeniable, and the entity within it was awakening, stirring from its long slumber. Elena’s fingers trembled, reaching out toward the Heart, but she couldn’t bring herself to touch it. The whispers were getting louder, urging her to surrender, to give in to its power."Elena," Lucas's voice broke through the fog of her thoughts. His hand rested gently on her shoulder, his touch grounding her. "We can do this. We have to stop it."But the Heart pulsed again, its energy flaring, and Elena felt it inside her, pressing against her chest. The warmth it emitted was both comforting

The morning sun cast its golden rays over the land as the group gathered at the edge of the clearing, where they had spent the night. The air was thick with the scent of fresh grass and damp earth, a stark contrast to the bloodshed and destruction of the past days. They had come a long way, through battles, heartache, and loss. Yet, there was a sense of something new in the air—hope, however fragile.Lucas stood at the front of the group, his eyes scanning the horizon. He could still feel the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. The war was over, but the scars it had left on their world, and on them, would take much longer to heal. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to face—more challenges lurking just beyond their sight.Beside him, Elena stood quietly. Her presence was a comfort, but the shadows in her eyes betrayed the toll the past had taken on her. She had been the heart of their victory, but she was also the one most deeply affected by the events that ha

The moonlight barely pierced through the thick canopy of trees above, casting the group in shadow as they stepped cautiously into the ruins. The air was heavy with a strange tension, as if the very earth beneath their feet was holding its breath. The ancient stones around them, worn by time, stood like silent sentinels, guarding secrets long forgotten. Their mission had brought them here, to the heart of the ruins, but nothing had prepared them for what lay ahead.As they moved deeper into the broken structure, Elena felt her pulse quicken. The whispers of the past seemed to echo faintly through the halls, as if the ruins themselves were alive with memory. It was a place steeped in magic, and she could feel it—dark and ominous, twisting at the edges of her consciousness.Suddenly, there was a movement—a figure, barely visible in the shadows, watching them. Elena’s breath caught in her throat. The others froze, sensing the presence too. The figure stood perfectly still, cloaked in dark