All Chapters of I don't want you Alpha! : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I turned away from the window and paced the room, my mind racing. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were going to kill each other, and for what? Pride? Control? Me?I took a deep breath, forcing myself to think clearly. I couldn’t just stand here and watch this happen. If they wouldn’t stop, then I’d have to make them stop.Without hesitation, I ran for the door. The guards stationed outside looked at me, but I didn’t give them time to react. I darted past them, my feet carrying me as fast as they could to the mansion grounds.The scene outside was worse than I imagined. Henry and Kael were locked in combat, their wolf forms bloodied and battered. Each strike, each growl, felt like a hammer to my chest. They didn’t even notice me as I approached, their focus entirely on each other.“Stop!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos.They ignored me, Kael lunging at Henry with a ferocity that sent them both crashing to the ground.“I said STOP!” I screamed again, louder th

Tesla pov I took a shaky step forward, my legs trembling as the weight of Marcus’s words pressed down on me. Every fiber of my being screamed at me not to do this, but the sight of Henry lying helpless beneath Marcus’s paw made the decision for me. “Stop,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed hard and tried again. “I’ll go with you. Just let him go.” Kael’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing with anger and desperation. “Tesla, no! You don’t have to do this.” Marcus tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a cold smile. “A wise decision.” “I said, let him go!” I shouted, forcing strength into my voice. “Now.” Marcus stared at me for a moment, then lifted his paw from Henry’s chest, the pressure easing but the threat still lingering in his gaze. Henry coughed weakly, his sides heaving as he tried to recover. Kael staggered to his feet, his body swaying as he fought to stay upright. “Tesla, this isn’t the answer. We can still fight.” “Fight?” I snapped, my v

“ You are destined to restore balance.” I stared at him, the words hanging in the air between us like a cold gust of wind. “Restore balance? What are you talking about?” My voice was louder now, frustration creeping in. “I’m just a—just a girl! I don’t know anything about any balance.” A heavy silence hung in the air, almost suffocating as the council stared at me, waiting. I barely heard their words over the frantic beating of my heart. The weight of the situation settled deeper with every passing second. My legs felt like lead as I stood there, waiting for them to explain what this all meant. "Restore balance," I repeated, my voice shaky, "What does that even mean?" The silver-eyed leader looked at me, his gaze unwavering. "You are destined to prevent a great catastrophe, Tesla. The child you carry has a purpose. It will either bring salvation or destruction. Only you can decide which path it takes." The words hit me like a physical blow. A child? I was carrying a child? How?

Henry POVI stood by the window, staring at the moon hanging low in the night sky. Its light seemed cold, distant—mocking. The memory of my defeat replayed in my mind, each moment sharper than the last. Marcus had beaten me, humiliated me in front of everyone. That was all anyone could talk about now—the Alpha who fell.I clenched my fists, the anger at myself burning hot. I’d failed as a leader. Failed as a protector. And with Serena carrying our child, that failure weighed heavier than ever. How could I keep them safe when I couldn’t even defend myself?Kael’s words echoed in my mind from our earlier conversation: “People change, Henry. You’re not the same man you were.” He was right, damn him. I wasn’t the man I used to be. The strength, the confidence—they were gone, replaced by doubt and weakness. But maybe... maybe I could change again.If I was going to reclaim what I’d lost, I needed to face Marcus. But not like last time, blindly charging in and hoping for the best. No, I nee

Tesla POVWe arrived at a place that didn’t look anything like I expected. It was an old building, the kind that had probably seen better days, maybe decades ago. The walls were cracked, the windows boarded up, and the air around it smelled damp, like it hadn’t been disturbed for a long time. There was no sign of life, nothing that gave me any reassurance about what we were doing here. I glanced around, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing against my chest.Marcus had stayed close, not speaking a word as we walked through the small group of people. His eyes were sharp, scanning the surroundings. I wanted to ask him a thousand questions, but the way he moved—so precise, so focused—told me he wasn’t in the mood to answer them. We were in this together, and yet, it felt like I was being pulled in one direction while he was being dragged somewhere else.As we stepped through the door, I was immediately hit by the darkness inside. It smelled musty, like old books and forgotten memori