Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 123: Sending The Letters.

Rika stands in the center of the dimly lit room, five neatly folded letters in her hands.

The air around them hums with quiet energy, thick with the scent of burnt herbs and candle wax.

Her fingers tighten slightly on the papers, her expression unreadable as she turns to Max. "Should we send them now?"

Max stretches his arms, rolling his shoulders back as if shaking off tension. "Yeah. No point in waiting." His lips curve into a smirk. "Unless you’re having second thoughts."

Rika snorts, shaking her head. "Not a chance. We need to do this." She glances at Ace, Jun, and Elira, who are watching from the side. "You all should step back."

Jun raises a brow. "Why? I want to see."

Max grins. "Because magic like this can be unpredictable. And unless you want your hair standing on end for the next hour, I’d listen. But Jun you can stay."

"Ugh, Gosh, no one likes me in this place." Jun complains moving back with Elira.

He realises Ace still standing there, he goes dragging him a step back with him. "Fine, fine. Don’t burn down the place." Ace says, worry eating him up.

Not because he is worried they might burn the place down, but because he doesn’t know how this will come out.

Rika exhales slowly, then moves to the center of the room. She kneels, placing the letters in a circle around her before extending her hands.

Max follows suit, positioning himself opposite her. Their fingers hover above the letters, and as they begin to chant, the air crackles with static.

Thin tendrils of purple and silver energy swirl between them, curling through the air like living mist. The letters tremble, lifting slightly from the ground as the magic takes hold.

Max flicks his fingers, and symbols appear in the air, glowing faintly before sinking into the parchment. "Sealed. No one but the intended recipients will be able to open them now."

Rika nods, her gaze sharp as she begins tracing intricate patterns into the air. The symbols glow brighter, pulsing in sync with the energy swirling around them. The letters hover higher, aligning themselves in a perfect circle above their heads.

Max tilts his head. "Time for serious business."

With a final murmur, Rika snaps her fingers.

The energy around them pulses, and in an instant, the letters vanish, gone in a burst of shimmering dust that scatters through the air before fading completely.

Silence follows, the room still heavy with lingering magic.

For a while, no one speaks, waiting , waiting for a while. Then, the first sign comes.

A deep, resonating chime fills the space, low and steady, like the sound of a distant bell. Rika and Max exchange a glance before looking down at their hands, where small, glowing symbols begin to form on their palms.

One symbol flashes a bright blue, confirmation that the first letter has arrived safely.

A moment later, another golden glow appears, followed by a faint green and a pulsing silver.

Four successful deliveries.

But then...

A sharp, cracking sound echoes through the room.

Rika grimaces as she looks down at her hand. A fifth symbol had appeared for barely a second before it violently fizzled out, the energy rejecting it entirely. The rejection is so strong that she actually feels a slight sting.

Max clicks his tongue. "One of them destroyed it."

Jun whistles low. "Damn. They didn’t even hesitate."

Ace watches Rika shake off the pain, her face unreadable as she flexes her fingers. "Does that mean they won’t talk to us?"

Rika exhales, then shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe not. The others still have their letters."

Max wipes his palm against his clothe, as if physically shaking off the rejected magic. "And if they respond, we’ll know immediately."

Jun tilts his head. "How?"

Rika looks at him. "Because we left a little trick in the letters."

Ace raises a brow. "A trick?"

Max’s grin turns wicked. "Oh, just a tiny one. If they choose to respond, all they have to do is press their palm against the paper, and their message will come straight back to us through the same magic link."

Jun hums. "So if they want to talk, we’ll know."

Rika nods. "Exactly."

Ace exhales slowly, his gaze flickering toward the air where the letters had disappeared. "Now we wait."

The room falls into a still silence, but the tension lingers. They’ve made their move.

Now, it’s up to the recipients to decide what happens next.

The night passes in uneasy silence.

Even though Rika and Max sent the letters through magic, no response comes.

Every now and then, Max checks his palm, where the enchanted symbols are supposed to glow if the letters are acknowledged

, but they remain cold, untouched.

Rika does the same, her brows knitting together as her fingers trace the markings, but nothing happens.

No flicker of power. No sign that the messages were even received.

The air feels thick with expectation, but as the hours stretch on and nothing changes, a different kind of tension settles in, the kind that comes with uncertainty.

Did the letters reach their intended recipients?

Were they ignored?

Or worse... did the witches on the other end see them as an insult?

No one voices these concerns, but they linger, unspoken, as the night turns into morning.

But as the night stretches on with no response, the unease in the room thickens.

Ace, Jun, and Elira sit nearby, all of them sharing the same unspoken thought, What if the letters never reach them?

Eventually, Rika sighs. "Alright... let’s consider the possibility that no responses will come."

A heavy silence follows.

Elira is the first to speak. "Then we assume the worst."

"Guys, don’t always assume the worst," Jun mutters, but the tension in his voice betrays his own concern.

"I prefer to be prepared," Elira replies calmly. "If they don’t answer, we have to assume they either won’t answer... or can’t answer."

Max leans forward. "If it’s the first, then they’re ignoring us. If it’s the second..." He trails off, his fingers curling slightly.

"Then something is wrong," Ace finishes for him.

Rika rubs her temples. "So what do we do? If we hear nothing by morning, do we send another round? Or try to contact them some other way?"

"That depends," Max says. "Are we trying to be polite? Or do we force an answer?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The question lingers in the air.

Ace glances at the others before speaking. "I think we should wait. If they don’t answer completely then we seriously need to be on our toe, because that means they are determined to attack."

Ace shakes his head. "So we should stop worrying for now. We sent the letters... we’ve done our part. If they don’t answer, we’ll deal with it then. But for now, we wait."

Silence again, then one by one, they nod.

Rika exhales. "Alright. We wait."

And so, despite the uncertainty clawing at their thoughts, they settle in for a long, restless night.