Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 646: Panic Attack

Two pairs of eyes pinned Violet on the spot, and her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"Violet..." her mother pressed, "Don’t you want to be my heir?"

Violet tried to speak, but her voice failed her. The words tangled in her throat and refused to cout. A bead of

sweat rolled down her temple, her pulse hammering in her ears. Suddenly, her chair felt like a hot seat, the air

too thin to breathe.

"Violet?" Asher called her name, concerned. His brows furrowed, his hand twitching as though he wanted to

reach for her. He could sense something was wrong.

Violet Purple never believed in panic attacks. She had always been strong—panic, in her mind, was for the weak.

But in that moment, when she met Asher’s slitted gaze and her mother’s piercing amethyst eyes, both heavy

with expectation, and responsibility, a crushing wave of pressure settled on her chest.

Violet abruptly stood up, her chair scraping back loudly. The walls felt like they were closing in, and she stumbled

a few steps away, her breath hitching. She needed air—she needed to breathe. Something was choking her.

Asher was on his feet in an instant. "Violet?"

Queen Seraphira rose too, her voice tight. "Violet, are you alright?"

But Violet didn’t respond. Her eyes darted around wildly, and unfocused, panic clouding everything. The blood

roared in her ears, drowning out every voice as if she'd been dropped underwater. She clutched at her chest, but

her heart only beat faster.

"I think she’s having a panic attack!" Asher was alarmed.

Except it wasn’t just a panic attack.

Dark shadows began to coil around her, protectively like a dome. The air thickened, humming with unstable

magic. Veins darkened beneath her skin, pulsing with power that was too much for her fragile control. When

Violet staggered against a pillar for balance, it exploded into dust the moment her hand touched it.

Asher moved to run to her, but Queen Seraphira grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don’t!" she warned, her eyes wide. "She’s having a flux."

Asher’s voice was rough with panic and anger. "What the hell is a flux?!"

"Magical instability," Seraphira said quickly, her tone clipped but urgent. "The human realm holds limited energy,

but here, magic flows freely. Her body isn’t used to this abundance, and with her emotions feeding it, the

power’s building uncontrollably. She needs balance—a release—before it consumes her."

From the way Violet's magic surged higher, they both knew the effects would be destructive. To Asher, the scene

was almost like that day at the pine lodge when her powers cout for the first time. Only this time, it was

stronger.

Almost immediately, the doors flung open, and soldiers poured into the room.

Asher’s head snapped up, every muscle tensing. He didn't like this at all.

But the Queen was already in command. "Build a barrier around us!" she ordered.

All five soldiers responded at once. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Then they spread out in a perfect circle, their lips moving as they murmured in an unfamiliar tongue.

"What are you doing to her?" Asher demanded, stepping forward. He was ready to fight and rescue Violet if it

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Before he could take another step, Lila appeared and planted a hand firmly on his chest, forcing him to halt.

"You'll have to trust Queen Seraphira on this," she said urgently.

"Trust her?" Asher glared at her. "She’s the reason Violet's unstable in the first place!"

"Even so. Complaining and blaming her won't change anything!" Lila snapped back.

At that smoment, the doors burst open again.

Alaric, Griffin, and even Roman—still pale and weak—stormed in, drawn by the violent surge of emotion through

their bond. They froze at the sight: Violet surrounded by pulsing magic, Queen Seraphira standing before her,

and the soldiers doing sstrange chant.

What the hell was going on here?

Then, in a blinding shimmer, a transparent dsealed around the Queen and Violet, shutting everyone else

out,

Inside, the Queen turned to her daughter.

"Violet," Seraphira said calmly, "Breathe."

Violet shook her head, her voice hoarse. "I—can’t. It's choking me."

"Then all the more reason to breathe," the Queen said firmly, "You own this power, Violet. It does not own you.

Follow my lead."

Seraphira inhaled deeply, slowly, her chest rising and falling in rhythm.

Violet tried to follow, but every breath felt like dragging knives into her lungs. Still, she forced herself to release

one shaky inhale, then one trembling exhale.

"Good," Seraphira whispered. "Again."

Her voice was steady, guiding her like a lifeline in the dark.

Outside the barrier, the cardinal alphas waited with anticipation. If anything happened to their mate, they would

rent the Fae realm in two.

Back inside, the Queen continued her patient rhythm. "You have too much magic inside you, and it’s overflowing.

We'll purge the excess, and keep the rest you need."

Violet managed a weak whisper. "How?"

"Magic runs through every part of you," Seraphira explained. "In your blood, your bones, your breath. The same

way your body expels sweat through your pores, you can expel magic the sway. You must open yourself to

release it. Feel it leaving you."

Violet squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body shaking. She imagined the thick, heavy, suffocating, power inside

her.

"Let it go," the Queen urged. "One trickle at a time."

But Violet cried out instead when she felt a sharp pain cut through her. She had rushed the whole process.

"Follow me, Violet," Seraphira whispered again. "Slow. And steady."

Just like that, dark shadows poured from her skin like ink dissolving in water, replaced by a soft glow that

mirrored her mother’s.

The Queen's voice carried like a lullaby. "That's it. Keep going, daughter. Let it all go."

Violet did.

With every exhale, more power escaped her until her knees buckled and her breathing slowed, returning to a

normal pace.

When Violet finally opened her eyes, the shadows were gone. And she felt lighter. Lighter than she had ever felt

since her magic emerged.

"How?" Violet whispered, her voice barely audible.

Seraphira smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's damp forehead. "Every Fae learns to regulate

their magic from the moment they're born. I'm sorry, Violet, you were denied that."

The Queen's voice was full of guilt.

The soldiers took down the barrier, and they stepped out. And immediately, Asher and the others rushed

forward.

Violet tried to meet them halfway, but her legs wobbled.

"Whoa, whoa—easy."

Alaric reached her first, catching her just before she hit the ground. His arms were around her, his expression

tight with concern.

"She needs bed rest," Seraphira said firmly.

"lI don’t... " Violet began to protest weakly.

But Alaric wasn’t listening. With effortless strength, he adjusted her in his arms, holding her as if she weighed

nothing.

"We're leaving." Alaric left without the queen’s permission.

Roman and Griffin fell in beside him immediately, both their faces etched with worry.

Asher lingered for a second longer, his gaze locked on the Queen.

"This conversation isn’t over," he said, his voice low but firm.

Seraphira muttered after him. "I wouldn't expect it to be."

Only then did Asher turn away, following his mates out of the hall, his chest tight with so many emotions he kept

buckled inside.

Alaric carried Violet all the way to their room even as she protested.

"I'm fine," Violet mumbled stubbornly. "You don’t have to treatlike a patient."

"You heard what your mother said," Griffin replied from behind, "The queen insists on bed rest, and honestly, I'm

not in the mood to argue with royalty."

Alaric tucked the blanket around her shoulders while Griffin adjusted the pillows. Roman stood by the door, arms

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"Asher." Griffin's voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "Enough. She needs peace, not more chaos."

"We can’t stay here," Asher snapped, his voice rising. "It's not safe."

Alaric met his glare evenly. "And we can’t leave either. She needs training."

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After a long pause, Asher exhaled. "He's right. Sleep, Violet."

He leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face before turning toward the door. One by one, they

followed him out.

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