บททั้งหมดของ The Stolen Alpha : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Zephyr led Athena to a hidden corner of the clinic, filled with strange and exotic plants that seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy. "These are the rare ones," Zephyr explained, "plants with magical properties that can be used for protection, defense, and even offense."Athena's eyes widened as she explored the collection, fascinated by the possibilities. Zephyr began to teach her how to harness the power of these plants, showing her how to infuse potions with their magic and how to use them in combat.As they worked, Athena felt a new dimension opening up before her. She realized that her decision to leave the Warriors had been the right one, as she discovered a new passion for this subtle yet powerful form of magic."Zephyr, this is incredible," Athena said, her hands glowing with a soft, blue light as she worked with a particularly rare plant. "I had no idea magic could be used like this."Zephyr smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "There's so much more to learn, Athena. But

NB: Kindly note that this chapter comes before Rebel. This should be Chapter 59. Please accept my apology.Brody's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. His senses were heightened, and every sound, every smell, was amplified.He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the cold, damp floor. His wolf, once a silent companion, now spoke to him in a voice that echoed in his mind."Brody, we are changed," it growled. "The infection has taken hold. We are no longer fully human."Brody's mind recoiled in horror. "What have they done to us?" he whispered, his voice shaking."We are stronger, faster," his wolf replied. "But we are also bound to their will. We must find a way to resist."Brody's thoughts were a jumbled mix of fear, anger, and confusion. He could feel the infection coursing through his veins, a constant reminder of The O

Lucas hesitated, fearing she'd think him mad. "It claims to be from the Order. Says I'm one of them now."Athena's grip on his arm tightened. "We won't let that happen, Lucas. We'll fight it together."Lucas felt a surge of gratitude toward her. "I don't know what's happening to me, Athena. I feel like I'm losing myself."Athena's voice was firm. "You're not alone, Lucas. We'll get through this together. Zephyr will find a way to counteract the infection's effects."As Athena spoke, Lucas felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could resist the voice's pull and reclaim his true self.Zephyr's eyes narrowed as she listened to Lucas's account of the voice in his head. She nodded thoughtfully and began to rummage through her shelves, gathering various herbs and artifacts."I need to consult with the spirits," Zephyr said, her voice low and serious. "This infection is unlike anything I've seen before."Athena and Lucas watched as Zephyr entered a trance-like state, her eyes closed,

Athena stood tall, her sword at the ready. The infected Lucas charged towards her, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. She dodged his initial attack with ease, her movements fluid and graceful."Lucas, snap out of it!" she shouted, her voice piercing through the darkness. "Fight the infection, not me!"Lucas's response was a snarl, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Athena parried each blow with skill, her own sword flashing in the moonlight."You're stronger than this, Lucas," she said, her words laced with conviction. "Don't let the Order control you!"For a moment, Lucas's eyes flickered, a glimmer of recognition sparking within. But the infection quickly consumed him again, his face twisting into a snarl.Athena took advantage of the momentary lapse, striking back with a series of swift and precise blows. Lucas stumbled back, his movements faltering."Don't make me do this, Lucas," Athena pleaded, her voice heavy with emotion. "Remember who you

Back in Crescent Moon pack, it was a serene night and Rosalind was lying on the coach in their sitting room, after having a good time with Lucine, her mate. They had started planning for their mating ceremony, though in few years to come. She had shut her eyes for a quick nap before retiring to her room for the night. Her mother, Cathryn, sat on a nearby chair, reading a book.Rosalind's eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she felt an unusual energy coursing through her veins. She was lying in her bed, but her senses were heightened, and she could feel the moon's presence, calling to her. She let out a gasp and howled at the moon, in response to its call.Suddenly, her body began to shift, her limbs lengthening, and her senses growing sharper. She felt her teeth transforming into razor-sharp fangs, and her skin itched as fur sprouted from her pores. This was unlike her previous transformations, which she had gotten used to by then and could shift at will.Cathryn, who was watching from