All Chapters of Deadly Alpha Battle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The clearing erupted into chaos. The chanting of the witches morphed into shrill, discordant cries as their ritual was interrupted. Jessica and Marcus fought furiously at my side, their movements fluid yet urgent, while the air thickened with the energy of the unfinished spell.“Focus on the altar!” I shouted over the noise. The words barely left my lips before a searing bolt of magic crackled past me. The witches weren’t retreating—they were doubling down, protecting the dark shard like it was their lifeline.One witch lunged toward me, her nails curving unnaturally into claws. I dodged her swipe, using the momentum to drive my dagger into her side. She shrieked, collapsing into a heap, but there wasn’t time to catch my breath. “Marcus!” Jessica’s warning came just in time. I turned to see a witch towering behind Marcus, a sinister sphere of energy forming in her hands. Without hesitation, I hurled one of my daggers, the blade spinning through the air before sinking into her throat

For weeks, Elara had been uncharacteristically silent. No attacks, no cryptic threats—just silence. But silence from her wasn’t peace. It was preparation, and we all knew it. I stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as the warriors sparred in the late afternoon light. Their movements were sharp, their focus unyielding. They trained like their lives depended on it—because they did. “Lola!” Jessica’s voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to see her jogging toward me, her usual playful grin absent. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Mike needs you in the war room,” she said, her tone serious. I nodded, my pulse steady as I followed her inside. The war room was buzzing with activity. Maps and reports covered the large table, and the senior warriors surrounded Mike as he issued orders. His commanding presence filled the room, but when his eyes met mine, they softened briefly before hardening again. “Lola,” he said, motioning for me to join him. “We’ve received intellige

Elara was gone—or so it seemed—but the shadow of her actions lingered like a storm cloud over Tamsin. The packhouse was bustling with activity as repairs were made to the damaged walls and warriors patched their wounds. It should have been a time for celebration, but unease simmered beneath the surface. As I walked through the courtyard, my gaze drifted to the young trainees sparring under Marcus’s watchful eye. Their movements were sharp, but their exhaustion was evident. Everyone felt the weight of what had happened. “Lola!” Jessica called out, jogging to catch up with me. Her usual playful demeanor was tempered by the somber mood. “Jessica,” I said, offering her a small smile. “How’s your arm?” “Better,” she said, flexing it slightly. “The healer said it’ll be fully functional in a day or two.” She paused, her expression turning serious. “But that’s not why I came to find you.” “What is it?” “It’s Zara,” Jessica said, lowering her voice. “She’s been acting... strange. I

The packhouse stood silent, a sense of unease creeping through its halls. The echo of our footsteps on the wood floor seemed louder than it should be, the air thick with tension. We had returned from the eastern border, but our minds were still on the mission. The rune we had discovered, the rogue attack—it was all a warning that we couldn’t afford to ignore.As the warriors prepared for another night’s rest, I found myself back in the war room with Mike, Marcus, Jessica, and Zara. The map sprawled out in front of us, a web of paths, borders, and unexplained marks.“We’ve neutralized the rune,” I said, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. “But something doesn’t feel right. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not over.”Mike nodded, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the map. “We’re not dealing with something ordinary here. Elara’s magic is still out there, scattered, but it’s building up again. It’s as if it’s waiting.”“Waiting for what?” Jessica’s voice cut through t

No one smiled. No one spoke without purpose. Everyone was preparing for the battle they knew was coming. I stood in the council room, staring at the map spread across the table. Red pins marked where we had defeated Tom’s forces before—three times. Each time, we thought we had stopped him, but he always came back stronger. Jessica walked in, carrying two mugs of tea. She set one down in front of me. “You’ve been staring at that map for hours. You need a break.” I shook my head. “We need a plan, not a break. Tom’s not just coming this time. He’s coming to win.” Jessica sat down across from me, blowing on her tea. “We’ve beaten him before. We can do it again.” “Have we really beaten him?” I asked, meeting her eyes. “The first time, we destroyed his advance group, but he regrouped. The second time, we ambushed his camp, but he escaped. And the third time—” “We pushed him back at the eastern border,” Jessica interrupted. “We won.” “Did we?” I pressed. “Or did he let us think