The Alphas Revenge: The Sin of Deceit

Chapter 68: Unstoppable

Rex

How could someone speak back to me with that much fire... and still look so completely broken?

"We’ll start immediately," Gessia said.

For a moment—just a moment—I hesitated.

The feeling slid through me unexpectedly, unwelcome. My gaze flickered to Raven, to the slight rise and fall of her chest, to the fragile way she held herself together as if she might fall apart at any second.

There was a child in her.

My child.

The thought came unbidden, settling heavily in my chest. I had never had one before. Never allowed myself to think about it. But now that it was there, it refused to leave.

Would it have been a boy?

Would he have carried my strength, my features?

Or a girl...

Would she have had Raven’s eyes? Her hair?

Something in the core of my being shifted—something dangerously close to doubt. My resolve trembled, threatening to crack under the weight of thoughts I had no business entertaining.

Then I looked at Gessia.

The determination on her face was unshaken, absolute. She wouldn’t stop. Not for me. Not for anyone.

And if I refused?

Thor or Axel would simply take my place.

Raven was mine to punish—but her sin had been against all three of us.

Slowly, I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as I forced the hesitation down. My hands curled into fists at my sides before I gave a single, sharp nod.

This had to be done.

I watched as Gessia forced the potion down Raven’s throat. I didn’t intervene. I didn’t move.

I stood there.

Still.

Cold.

Detached.

Or at least—that’s what I told myself.

But the moment Raven began to scream, something inside me flinched.

It wasn’t subtle.

Every sound she made struck something deep within me, like a lash across my own skin. Each cry, each broken gasp—it felt wrong. Like my body was reacting to something it shouldn’t.

I ignored it.

I had to.

"Kneel," Gessia instructed.

I didn’t move.

Who did she think she was to command me like that?

I was Alpha.

No one ordered me to kneel.

But even as the thought formed, I knew I was only delaying the inevitable. The longer I stood, the longer this would take. The longer the ritual dragged on.

The faster I complied, the faster it would end.

Without another word, I stepped forward and lowered myself into the circle.

And then—

I knelt.

Raven’s screams only worsened.

Against my better judgment, I lifted my gaze.

She was in agony.

Real agony.

Her body curled in on itself, her face twisted in pain, her hands gripping desperately at the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping her anchored.

Something in me snapped tight.

I drove my hands into the wooden floorboards beneath me, fingers digging in hard—hard enough that I felt the wood begin to splinter under the pressure.

It was the only thing stopping me from moving.

From standing.

From telling Gessia to stop.

But then she started begging.

"Please... please..."

Her voice broke, raw and desperate, and that was when something inside me truly began to unravel.

She begged for relief.

For the pain to stop.

And I—

I knew.

I knew what she could be.

The goddess had already whispered it into my soul.

A mate.

Not just any mate—a goddess-given one.

The pull I felt toward her, the way it burned and drew me in like a flame—it wasn’t random. It wasn’t weakness.

It was choice.

Mine.

The goddess would never force it.

That decision rested entirely with me.

"Please... please, Gessia!"

Her cries grew louder, more frantic.

But Gessia didn’t stop.

Her chanting only intensified, rising above Raven’s voice as though she were trying to drown her out completely.

I stayed where I was.

Frozen in place—not by force, but by will.

If I moved... what then?

What if I disrupted the ritual?

What if the child was lost?

The ritual was real. I had seen proof of it. The Alpha of the Moonburn Pack and his men had used something like this—something powerful enough to turn ordinary guards into warriors nearly as strong as Alphas.

If they came for us...

We wouldn’t stand a chance without that kind of strength.

So what was I supposed to do? freewebnovel.cσ๓

Risk the safety of my entire pack...

For one woman’s pain?

Even if that woman—

No.

I shut the thought down immediately.

Now was not the time for weakness.

I needed to think clearly.

To think like an Alpha.

Like a leader.

Like someone responsible for more than just himself.

"Murderer..."

The word echoed in my mind, over and over again.

Her fault.

My mother was dead because of her.

The people I grew up with—gone.

Because of her.

She had caused it.

She was responsible.

Her screams filled the room, rising and falling in waves of agony.

But what about the ones she had taken from me?

How had they felt?

At least she was alive.

At least she still had a future.

I pressed my fingers deeper into the wood until they broke through the surface, splinters biting into my skin.

I didn’t care.

Then—

Something changed.

At first, it was subtle.

Barely noticeable.

But as Gessia’s chanting grew louder, more intense, I began to see it.

Small green sparks.

They flickered into existence around me, faint and scattered at first—but they didn’t fade.

They grew.

More and more of them filled the air, glowing softly as they drifted closer. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Toward me.

I stilled, watching as one brushed against my skin—

And sank in.

Through my chest.

Through my arms.

Through every part of me it touched.

My breath caught.

It wasn’t just light.

It was power.

I could feel it.

It seeped into my muscles, my bones—every fiber of my being—settling deep within me.

Strength.

Real, undeniable strength.

My body responded instantly. My senses sharpened. My limbs felt lighter, stronger.

Faster.

Better.

And beneath it all...

There was something else.

Pleasure.

Subtle at first—but growing.

A slow, creeping sensation that spread alongside the power, making my entire body hum with something dangerously close to satisfaction.

Gessia’s chanting filled the room.

Raven’s cries were still there too—faint, distant—but they no longer held my full attention.

Not when this—

This felt like everything.

I focused inward, on the sensation building inside me, on the way my strength continued to rise.

If this was what one ritual could do...

Then what would happen after more?

Three more?

Five?

I could already see it.

I could already feel it.

I would surpass them.

Thor.

Axel.

All of them.

"Is this why Alpha Valon had so many women...?" I muttered under my breath, realization settling in.

Why they kidnapped humans.

Why they kept doing it.

This power—

It was addictive.

My body craved it.

My mind clung to it.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

My fingers flexed against the broken wood beneath me as I imagined it—power stacking upon power, strength growing beyond anything anyone could challenge.

I wanted to shift.

To throw my head back and howl it into the sky.

But I held myself still.

Eyes slowly closing as I let the feeling consume me.

Raven’s screams faded further into the background.

Irrelevant.

Distant.

Unimportant.

"More..." I murmured, my voice low, almost reverent.

"More... more..."

The word became a rhythm, a need, a demand echoing in my mind.

"I need more."

My lips curled slightly as the power surged again, stronger this time, flooding through my veins like fire.

I could see it now.

Feel it.

The future.

A world where no one could stand against me.

Where no Alpha, no enemy, no force could rival what I would become.

I would be unstoppable.