Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Heaven: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 78

Skye's POVI woke up with the weight of his arm draped across my waist and his warmth wrapped around my back like a blanket. Damian's scent clung to the silk sheets and to my skin like moonlight—earthy and wild and so deeply comforting. My mate. The man who had once torn me apart was now the one who held me together.I closed my eyes for a moment, letting myself soak in this fleeting peace.We had spent the night tangled in each other, rediscovering the pieces we once lost, healing wounds that still ached in the dark. His whispers of love, his hands trailing over my body with reverence, the soft sighs we shared under the quiet sky—it was the kind of night that reminded me why I had fallen in love with him in the first place. And why, despite everything, I had chosen him again.But that morning, as the sunlight peeked through the tall windows of our chamber, spilling golden light onto the sheets, I jolted upright in bed.“I’m going to be late,” I muttered, eyes wide.Damian stirred beh

Skye's POVThe morning of my coronation dawned with a silence so heavy it almost pressed down on me. The sun rose like molten gold over Crescent Valley, casting its light across the palace spires, making them shimmer as though the heavens themselves blessed this day. Yet, despite the brilliance outside, my heart thudded wildly, my breath uneven.After my father passed away, everything in my life shifted. His absence was a wound that would never fully heal, an emptiness in my chest that no crown, no ceremony, no power could ever fill. But grief had not come alone—it carried with it the weight of duty, the chains of responsibility he left behind. As his only heir, I was next in line to ascend to the throne.The thought still felt surreal.Me—the girl everyone once called “omega.” The outcast no one wanted near. The one who had been mocked, shunned, pushed aside, told I would never matter.And yet, today, I was about to be crowned Lycan Queen.Even saying it in my head made me dizzy.Dam

Skye’s POV The castle never felt like mine in the beginning. When I first stepped into its vast halls—stone walls rising higher than the eye could see, chandeliers dripping with golden firelight, corridors stretching endlessly like rivers carved from marble—I felt small, almost like an intruder in a life that wasn’t meant for me. I was an orphan once, an omega shunned by the pack, called weak, fragile, unworthy of belonging. Yet here I stood now, Queen of the Lycans, wife to the King whose very name inspired awe and dread—Damian Velaris. But over time, the cold grandeur of the castle softened. The walls no longer loomed; they embraced. The echo of footsteps down the halls was no longer lonely—it was filled with laughter, with tiny feet scampering, with the music of a family built from love. Now, when I walked these polished floors, I didn’t feel small. I felt rooted, like the stones themselves recognized me. Every morning began the same way: sunlight spilling through the high-arc

The castle had always been filled with warmth and laughter, but this time it buzzed with an entirely new kind of energy. The twin daughters of King Damian and Queen Skye were about to enter the Royal Academy. It was the very place where the heirs of noble houses were trained in leadership, combat, history, and the fine arts of ruling.Luna and Sol were born only minutes apart, but their personalities could not have been more different. Sol, the eldest by a breath, was bold and spirited, the kind of girl who walked with her chin lifted and her eyes gleaming with confidence. She had inherited Damian’s sharp gaze and Skye’s stubbornness, a combination that made her naturally magnetic to anyone around her. Wherever Sol went, chatter followed.Luna, on the other hand, was her mirror in appearance yet opposite in spirit. She was quiet, reserved, and far more content to stay in the background. She often hid behind Sol’s shoulder in social gatherings, speaking only when spoken to. Her shyness