All Chapters of Torn Between Her Alphas: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

AMELIA Lucius struggled to start telling me the story of his sigil, but I waited patiently. I wanted to know why it came and went, and why it appeared now. He drew a deep breath and let it go slowly. “A few months after you died, I had constantly dreamed of you dying. It was a nightmare for weeks. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to sleep, and it drove me crazy. One of the elders told me about a Shaman. I tracked him for a week and found him in Asia, in Mongolia. He was retired, peacefully living in the forest, but the people there accused him of practicing witchcraft. I saved him before they could shoot him with arrows.” “Oh, Goddess. That was awful.” “Yeah. Then I told him the story and my dreams. He healed me. I stayed there for a few days. Then he gave me this sigil. He only touched me, and the sigil on his arm moved to my neck. He said it would protect me from harm and evil spirits, and also warn me for the incoming threats. I didn’t trust it at first, then it sometimes felt l

RYDEN Once he released me, I marched toward Amelia. With my heart felt like crushing in my chest, I stared at this person who had Amelia’s face, wearing the same clothes. “Who’s this?” “Meet, Arakiel, but I doubt if he’s Arakiel,” Lucius told me, holding his sigil. The Arakiel had my Amelia’s face smirked. The evil smirked, making the hair at the back of my neck stand. “Aren’t you clever? How did you figure it out?” “Where’s Amelia, demon?” I asked her, and she just laughed at me. “You’re not Arakiel, are you?” Lucius asked. “You used your father’s name, who owned the wings at the tower?” He faced Lucius, leaning towards him, looking at him eye-to-eye. Her eyes were dark as an abyss. “You know for a fact that this is not Arakiel or his son anymore. I’ve been trying to kill you all these years, and you managed to escape and stay alive. I’m impressed Alexander, or do you prefer me to call you Lucius.” “Where’s my mate?” I summoned the fire, forming a fireball in my palm. She on

AMELIA Victor scoffed but it came out like a pig snort. “I would have tried it weeks ago if I knew how.” “Where are we anyway?” “Call it hell because this is hell to me. It’s his lair anyway.” Or another dimension. “I know you can help me, Victor. I need you to think. Maybe you know an incantation or something.” “These people worked at the council and the Enochian. They knew many things, and they tried everything. Do you think we would last a day here if we knew how to escape? We’re gonna die here, Amelia. I hope you’ve said goodbye to the people you loved.” “No!” I stood up, towering over him. “I don’t believe that! I will find a way. And you won’t die here either. This is all your fault. You and Alec fell under his spell, you pathetic lapdog. I will take you with me and you will pay for what you’ve done!” “Do you think I haven’t been paying for everything I did? Keeping me in the cell at the council was way way better than down here no food and smell like a rotten corpse.” “

AMELIA Oh, Goddess. My heart broke to see Margaret lying on the ground with a hole in her chest, and as I looked at everyone they were exhausted and beaten up. I didn’t know how were they still standing despite their bruises, cuts, and wounds, and the devastating tragedy surrounding them, and the ground looked like it had been wiped out by a hurricane. I was glad I wasn’t too late. As Victor helped the people out of the demon’s lair, I distracted him, now wearing my father’s face. “You chose the wrong face, asshole. You targeted the wrong people to mess up. You’re maybe stronger, but I will take you down with me and send you to hell.” “Do you really think you can defeat me? Look at them.” He gestured at everyone. “Many of them are dead. They’ve tried, and they failed. I suggest to bow down to me.” “Well, they’re not me. And no one is bowing down to you because the last thing we want is to be ruled by someone who is Lucifer’s puppet. You live in hell and this earth is close to h

AMELIA“No. Tell me how did you know about this prophecy bullshit.”“Believe in yourself and who you are. You can defeat him. This meant to happen, Amelia.”I rolled my eyes. More cryptic than a cryptocurrency code. Great. “I wasn’t bowing for him,” I said quietly and connected to Ryden’s link. “Shift back and grabbed the sword. Fight with me.” “Okay, ladybug. Together.” He instantly came through the link. I heard Samarah’s chant and said, “This sword will be as powerful as you.” “Thank you, Samarah. I was wrong about you,” Ryden said to her. “And thank you for joining this fight.”“There’s no place I’d rather be,” she said. Zarah and Samarah began chanting, facing the demon. “You said he’s slower now, Alexander Lucius. Then I’ll take it to my advantage.” I stole a glance at him. His furious gaze pinned on the demon. His nose flared. The knuckles of his fists were white. But he believed in me, and that was what mattered. “I’m ready,” Ryden said. I drew a deep breath and lifte