All Chapters of Elixir: Fated To The Three Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elixir’s Point Of View The moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, a silent spectator to my misery. Its silvery light streamed through the cracks in my attic window, illuminating the meager space I called a room. The scent of damp wood and dust filled the air, clinging to my skin as I sat on the creaking mattress. My body ached from the day’s work, scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and preparing meals for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I was exhausted, but not just physically. My soul felt tired, like an overworked thread fraying at the edges.Ever since my father’s death, my life had become a cruel caricature of the promises he made me believe in. “Elixir, my love,” he used to say, “you’re destined for greatness. You’re special.” Those words were now a distant memory, buried under the weight of his widow’s cruelty.*Flashback begins*His breathing was labored, every exhale sounding like it would be his last. I sat by his bedside, clutching his frail hand in mine. My stepm

Lucian’s POVThe soft crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the room, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging in my head. I paced back and forth, each step a futile attempt to shake off the tension coiling tighter in my chest."What the hell were we thinking?" I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. My boots scuffed against the wooden floor as I turned sharply, my eyes darting to the unconscious girl lying on the bed.Soren sat beside her, his chin resting on his hand, studying her face like she was some rare artifact. Meanwhile, Ewen leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression as unreadable as ever. The man could remain calm in the middle of a damn hurricane, and it drove me crazy."Lucian," Ewen said, his voice steady and deliberate, "if you don’t stop pacing, I swear to the gods, I’ll tie you to that chair."I glared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. "How the hell are you so calm right now? We don’t even know if she’s the

Elixir’s POVThe full moon loomed high above, its silver glow casting long shadows across the room where I sat, hands clenched tightly in my lap. My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of my decision sank in. I had agreed to something that seemed impossible just days ago: to become their queen.The door creaked open, and Lucian stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. Behind him, Soren and Ewen followed, their faces a mix of curiosity and calm calculation. Despite their different demeanors, there was an unspoken intensity in the room that made it hard to breathe.“You’re sure about this?” Lucian asked, his voice low and firm. He crossed his arms, his dark eyes fixed on mine.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m sure.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt, but my resolve remained firm. “If this is what it takes to bring peace and… to belong, then yes.”Soren stepped forward, his expression softer. “You’re braver than you think, Elixir. But this isn

Elixir POVThe silence that followed the rogue's death was unnerving. The room, still reeling from the chaos, seemed to hold its breath. The only sound was the faint rustling of the shattered curtains as the wind crept in through the broken window.Lucian stood frozen, his dark eyes fixed on me as if he were searching for answers that even I didn't have. Soren's hand rested lightly on my shoulder, but his usual calming presence felt charged like he was barely containing a storm within himself. Ewen, ever stoic, crouched near the rogue's lifeless body, his fingers brushing against the singed edges of its fur."What just happened, Elixir?" Lucian's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a sharpness that cut through the tension.I shook my head, my hands trembling at my sides. "I don't know," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to… I didn't know I could do that.""You've never shown any signs of magic before," Ewen said, his tone low and measured. He straightened,

Elixir's POVThe moon hung heavy and low in the sky as I stumbled back into the manor, the eerie silence wrapping around me like a second skin. Every shadow in the hallway felt alive, each creak of the wooden floor beneath my feet echoed like a gunshot. My heart raced as the weight of everything Lucian had said lingered in my chest. Who was trying to kill me? The question gnawed at the edges of my mind, demanding answers I didn’t have. I’d only just begun to understand the prophecy, my role, and the bond I now shared with Lucian, Soren, and Ewen. But this? This was something else entirely. The faint glow of candlelight spilled from the open door of the sitting room. My breath hitched when I heard voices—low, urgent, and filled with tension. I pressed my back to the wall, inching closer to the doorway to listen. “She’s not ready for this,” Soren’s voice was firm, yet there was a rare note of worry laced in his words. “We should have waited. The bond isn’t strong enough to prote