All Chapters of Deadly Alpha Battle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

The ruins stood before us, shrouded in an eerie stillness that sent a shiver down my spine. The air was thick, heavy with something unspoken, something ancient. I could see the faint glow of the markings carved into the stones—symbols that seemed to pulse with an energy that made my skin crawl. Mike stood beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the area with sharp focus. "It's different," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Zara crouched down, tracing a symbol with her fingers, her brows furrowed in concentration. "They've shifted," she said. "These weren’t like this before. It’s almost like... they're reacting to something." Dorian stood a few feet away, observing us with his usual detached expression. "The ruins are alive," he said calmly, as if stating a fact we should already know. "They respond to the balance between realms. And right now, that balance is crumbling." I swallowed hard, my gaze locked onto the strange patterns carved into the stone. "What

The night stretched long and heavy, every shadow outside the packhouse feeling thicker than before. Alaric’s presence lingered in my thoughts, a reminder that danger was closer than ever. I sat by the window, watching the trees sway in the faint breeze, the eerie stillness unsettling in a way that made my skin prickle. Mike stood by the door, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on the darkness outside. "He’s watching," he said quietly. "I can feel it." Zara, sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest, nodded. "He doesn’t seem like the type to walk away that easily." I exhaled slowly, pushing away the tension creeping up my spine. "We can’t let him control the narrative. We have to get ahead of him before he finds a way to use the ruins against us." Dorian, who had remained quiet most of the evening, finally spoke. "Alaric doesn’t just manipulate power. He manipulates people. He knows how to twist thoughts, how to sow doubt. If you let him get too close, he’ll turn

The packhouse was quiet, but it didn’t feel peaceful. The fight at the ruins was over, but the threat wasn’t gone. Alaric’s presence still hung over us like a dark cloud. No one said it out loud, but we all knew he was planning his next move. I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened.Mike’s door was slightly open, and warm light spilled into the hallway. I paused, wondering if I should leave him alone. Before I could decide, his voice called out. “Lola?” I pushed the door open. “Hey,” I said softly. “Couldn’t sleep.” Mike was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was messy, and his eyes looked tired. “Me neither,” he admitted. “Too much going on in my head.” I walked over and sat beside him. “Do you think Alaric will come back soon?” Mike’s jaw tightened. “He will,” he said firmly. “But so will we. We’ll be ready.” I nodded, though unease still lingered in my chest. “I just wish things could go back