All Chapters of Alpha Rex.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

(Isabella’s POV) Nobody spoke. Not because they didn’t have anything to say. Because nobody knew where to begin. The storm raged outside, lightning flashing through the tall windows, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat. “You are what’s left of her soul.” The words echoed endlessly inside my head. I should have felt shocked. Maybe I was. Maybe I was too overwhelmed to recognize it. Because after everything that had happened, after the visions and the voices and the impossible truths, one thought kept pushing through all the others. If I was what’s left of her soul… then who was I? I looked down at my hands. They looked the same. Nothing had changed. I was still standing in the same council hall. Still breathing. Still me. Wasn’t I? A warm hand slid into mine. Rex. I hadn’t even realized I’d started shaking. His fingers tightened around mine. Not enough to hurt. Enough to steady me. When I looked up, his eyes were already on me. Not studying me

(Isabella’s POV) The golden light exploded upward through the fortress like a spear, tearing through stone and wood as if they were paper. Wind rushed into the council hall through the shattered windows, carrying rain and the smell of wet earth. Everyone stumbled back except Elara. She stood frozen. Staring directly into the light. “No,” she whispered. The word was almost lost beneath the roar. Rex immediately pulled me behind him as chunks of stone fell from the ceiling. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady while the floor continued trembling beneath us. For a moment, nobody could see what was inside the column. Only light. Blinding, endless light. Then a shape appeared. And the room went silent. A staircase. Made entirely of gold. It rose slowly from the depths of the mountain, each step materializing from the light itself. Ancient symbols glowed across its surface. Symbols I somehow recognized. Not because I’d seen them before. Because part of me remem

(Isabella’s POV) Nobody spoke after Elara’s warning. The council hall felt frozen in time. Outside, thunder rolled across the mountains. Rain battered the shattered windows. The golden staircase continued descending into the depths beneath Blackthorn, glowing brighter with every passing second. And all eyes were on me. I hated it. Not because I wasn’t used to attention. Because I was tired. Tired of being the answer to questions nobody understood. Tired of being the center of prophecies, visions, ancient wars, and secrets older than kingdoms. Most of all, I was tired of everyone looking at me like I wasn’t entirely a person anymore. Like I was becoming something else. Something dangerous. Something unknown. The only person who wasn’t looking at me that way was Rex. His attention wasn’t on the staircase. Or the eye. Or the mountain. It was on me. Just me. The realization grounded me more than I wanted to admit. Elara wiped at her tears. “You don’t understand.” “No

(Isabella’s POV)The sound echoed through the mountain.Three slow knocks.Not random.Not the shifting of stone.Not the groan of ancient magic.A knock.Like someone standing behind a door.Waiting to be let in.Every hair on my body stood on end.The council hall remained frozen.Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Then it came again.Knock.The mountain trembled.Dust drifted from the ceiling.Somewhere in the fortress, wolves began howling.The sound carried through the corridors like a warning.Or a prayer.I wasn’t sure which.“What is that?” Ash asked quietly.Nobody answered.For once, even Lucien seemed unwilling to speak.The silence stretched.Then the ancient voice beneath us responded.“It has found the door.”My stomach dropped.That wasn’t an answer.Not really.It only created more questions.Rex stepped closer to me.Close enough that our shoulders touched.His presence steadied me.A familiar anchor in a situation that felt increasingly unreal.“What found the door?” he

(Isabella’s POV)The bells continued ringing as we followed the Builder through the city. People poured from homes, shops, gardens, and towers, all moving toward the massive silver structure at the heart of the city. Excitement buzzed through the air. People were smiling. Laughing. Talking over one another.Nobody looked afraid.Nobody looked like they were walking toward disaster.That was the cruel thing about disasters.Most people never recognized them until afterward.The Builder moved quickly through the crowd. Every now and then someone waved at her.She waved back.A little girl ran up and hugged her leg.The Builder laughed and lifted her into her arms before setting her down again.An elderly man stopped to greet her.She knew his name.A group of young apprentices bowed respectfully as she passed.She greeted every single one of them.The sight made my chest ache.Because legends never talked about things like this.Stories talked about heroes.Not people.Not moments.Not