Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 95

: Fix Her

Althea caught her breath, unable to argue. All she could manage was a faint, “I… I couldn’t just stay hidden. People needed help.”

Before Gavriel could answer, a surge of white-blue light rippled across the square.

Uriel had arrived. He strode forward, his cloak whipping around him, a staff glowing in his hand. With one look at the chaos around them, he raised it high, his voice carrying power.

“By the binding laws of the ancients, I command this darkness to scatter!”

A wave of cleansing light burst outward, striking the cursed. Some screeched and fell, writhing as the corruption burned away. But not all of them yielded—the darkness was too deep, too thick. The spell faltered.

Uriel’s jaw clenched. “No… it won’t hold!” He dropped to one knee, sweat running down his brow. His body trembled under the strain.

Althea turned to him, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

“I need more energy,” Uriel gritted out, his voice tight. “If I force it now, I’ll burn out before the spell is complete. And then the darkness will spread again!”

Althea glanced at the streets, at the glowing domes barely holding survivors safe, at Gavriel standing firm with his blade dripping red. Her heart clenched. She couldn’t let it all collapse.

Her mother’s words echoed in her mind—about sharing, about balance, about the elements lending their strength not just to one, but to many.

Without hesitation, Althea stepped forward and placed both hands on Uriel’s arm.

“Take it from me,” she whispered.

Uriel’s head snapped up, his eyes widening as her energy surged into him—wild, unstoppable, drawn from wind, earth, and flame.

“This…” his voice faltered, disbelieving, almost afraid.

“There’s no time to hesitate! If you do, everyone in this town will die!” Althea’s voice broke into a near-scream, her ears filled with the cries of the wounded, the wails of children.

“You reckless fool,” he scolded, his brows drawn tight, voice low and rough.

Althea’s lips curled faintly, the ghost of a smile. A weak hum slipped from her throat. “I feel… so tired.”

Her lashes fluttered, the world blurring around her, and before Gavriel could say another word, her eyes closed. Darkness claimed her.

Gavriel growled, his voice carrying authority that silenced everyone around. Without hesitation, he scooped Althea’s limp body into his arms. His eyes burned with an intensity that dared anyone to block his path.

“Clean up this mess!” he barked at his men as he strode through the chaos. “Make sure all survivors are evacuated to safe ground—no one leaves unless they’re cleared by the mages!”