Novelas de Alexa Gonzalez

Chapter ThirteenEmma POVThe heavy fur blanket pooled around my waist as I shifted onto my knees, my skin tingling under the dual weight of their gazes. The morning sun was just starting to crest the high arched windows, casting long, amber-hued slants of light across the vast mahogany bed.As I reached out, my fingertips brushed Cast’s tense, bare shoulder while my other hand rested over Kieran’s heart. There were no lofty labels for what was happening here. This wasn't some soft, pristine fairytale—this was raw, undeniable, bone-deep heat, sparked by two weeks of buried friction and the sudden, overwhelming current of the bond pulling us into the same orbit.Kieran’s breath hitched as his eyes slowly dragged up the length of my body. The dark, frantic haunts of his past were completely gone, replaced by a dark, heavy hunger that made his hazel eyes burn like hot gold."Goddess, Emma," Kieran rasped, his voice dropping an octa

Chapter TwelveThe fireplace in the Alpha suite had burned down to a mound of glowing crimson embers by the time the muted, gray light of dawn filtered through the tall, arched velvet-draped windows. The air inside the sprawling room was warm and thick, smelling of sweet pine smoke, aged cedarwood, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of three distinct mate bonds intertwining in the quiet room.I woke up slowly, my consciousness floating out of the deepest, most restful sleep I had known in months.I didn't move a muscle. Honestly, I couldn't if I wanted to.Kieran was still anchored firmly between Cast and me, his heavy head resting in the soft hollow of my shoulder, his breathing deep, rhythmic, and entirely free of the desperate, wheezing panic that had choked him down in the freezing courtyard hours ago. One of his large, calloused hands was hooked securely around my hip beneath the heavy fur blanket, while his broad back was pressed flush against Cast’s solid, warm chest. Cast’s long

Chapter Eleven Emma POV Cast stepped fully out of the shadows, the low torchlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the cold, calculating glitter in his dark eyes. He didn't look angry; he looked satisfied, like a grandmaster who had just watched his opponent walk straight into a trap. "A murder pact," Cast murmured, taking a deliberate step toward us. "A stolen relic. And a vengeance contract signed in blood right under my nose. You two really know how to make a late-night perimeter check entertaining." Kieran didn't lower his blade. His posture remained rigid, his breathing ragged as the raw, suffocating weight of his confession hung in the freezing night air. "Stay out of this, Cast." "I would love to, Beta," Cast replied, stopping just inches away from us. The Alpha aura radiating off him was heavy, smooth, and utterly suffocating. "Except you're standing on my border, brandishing steel at the female who holds the key to our

Chapter Ten Emma POV The courtyard was draped in a suffocating layer of damp night mist that turned the towering stone walls of the fortress into jagged black silhouettes. Cold air stung my lungs as I hurried down the outer steps, tracking Kieran’s fast-moving shape across the courtyard toward the northern gate. He moved like a phantom—blade drawn, posture low and lethal, tracing the scent of scorched pine through the shadows. But as we reached the edge of the woods where the courtyard gave way to the dense, ancient forest, the wind died down. The heavy humidity of the approaching rain smothered the air, wiping away the faint trail entirely. Kieran stopped dead in his tracks at the tree line. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his dark eyes wide as he scanned the empty shadows between the ironwood trees. He took a frantic step forward, sweeping his blade t

Emma POVThe rest of the meal passed in a tense, suffocating silence that no one dared to break. By the time Cast dismissed the table, my ribs felt tight from holding back every sarcastic comment I possessed. But as we stepped back out into the quiet stone corridor, I didn't head for my quarters. I blocked Kieran’s path before he could turn the corner.He stopped short, his heavy boots coming down with a dull thud against the polished flagstones. For a second, the amber edge of his wolf flickered in his eyes—sharp, predatory, and entirely unamused."Out of the way, Pet," he growled, his voice a low, gravelly raspy vibration in the cool air."Make me," I said, holding my ground. The emerald silk of my dress rustled as I shifted my weight, closing the remaining distance between us until the heat off his skin washed over me. "What was that back there?"Kieran crossed his arms, the fabric of his dark suit jacket straining across his broad shoulders. "It was dinner. You ate, the Elders gla

Emma POV: I adjusted the emerald silk of the gown Cast’s attendants had dropped off, the rich fabric draping heavily against my skin. The color was meant to make me look like royalty, but standing outside the double doors of the grand dining hall, I felt more like a sacrifice decked out for the altar. Kieran leaned against the stone wall opposite me, looking criminally handsome in a dark, tailored suit that failed to hide the broad, dangerous line of his shoulders. His dark eyes tracked every shift of my dress with an open, icy hostility. Cast stood a few paces back, hands casually tucked into his trousers, watching the two of us like an observer testing two volatile chemicals in a flask. "If you're trying to bore me to death before we go in, it's working," Kieran drawled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Are we going to stand in the corridor all night, or are you waiting for permission to breathe?" "I was just giving you a moment to practice your pleasant expression," I fired

Silas POV: I've never seen anything more beautiful than when Anne came out, and we promised ourselves to the moon goddess. It honestly wouldn't matter what goddess or who was there. A promise is a promise, and I'll do anything to keep her close for the rest of our lives. Laying her down gently on the blankets, I suddenly became nervous. I wanted our first time together to be perfect. I had arranged blankets, flowers, and candles all around us.Anne looked up at me with her perfect green eyes. "Is all of this for me? What did I do to deserve all of this?"I huffed looming over her with my arms caging her in, "The goddess quite literally had you fall from the sky for me. I think that's enough." A deep smirk played on my lips. I was looking right now at her tits and they were fucking perfect.Layering kisses from the top of her head all the way to the bottom of her face; "Do you trust me little one?" "Yes she moaned, more." I laughed, "Someone is greedy little one." Bending down to suck

Anna POV: The mid-afternoon sun hung low over the clearing, casting long, amber shadows across the cabin’s timber walls. The playful banter had dissolved into a charged, heavy stillness as the reality of the coming night settled over us. Silas hadn't let go of my hand since the kiss. His thumb stroked the back of my knuckles in steady, deliberate circles, a silent anchor against the mounting tension. "If we’re bound by the moon, we do this by the ancient laws," Silas said, his voice dropping into a solemn, resonant register that vibrated straight to my core. "A Fae hand-fasting. No high priests, no court politics—just blood, magic, and the earth as our witness." He led me toward the river’s edge, where the current rushed over smoothed river stones. The air tasted of ozone and crushing power, the atmospheric pressure dropping as the first faint outline of the full moon appeared in the twilight sky. Silas drew a small, silver-hilted dagger from his belt. He didn't hesitate. Bla

Chapter 49 For the first time in days, I didn’t wake up gasping for air. There was no phantom scent of damp earth or sulfur clogging my throat, no lingering echo of my mother’s cold voice vibrating in my skull, and no violent spike of adrenaline demanding that I jump out of bed and reach for a weapon. Instead, there was only the soft, warm filtering of morning sunlight through the log cabin window and the deep, grounding scent of pine and cedar embedded in the heavy linens. I rolled over, my arm instinctively sweeping across the mattress to find the solid, furnace-like warmth that had anchored me through the night. My fingers met only cold, empty sheets. A sharp prickle of my usual hyper-vigilance flared in my chest. I sat up quickly, pulling Silas’s oversized linen shirt tighter around my shoulders. The fabric hung low on my collarbone, swallowing my frame, but the lingering scent of him instantly dialed back the panic. Shaking off the remnants of sleep, I padded across the c

POV Silas: Chapter 48The cool breeze coming off the water carried the sharp, clean scent of pine and oncoming dusk, cutting through the heavy tension that had settled deep into my bones over the last three weeks. I stood at the edge of the wooden dock, the soles of my boots pressing against the damp, weathered planks as I watched the dark river lap rhythmically against the support posts. It was the first time since we crossed the border that I didn’t feel the phantom itch between my shoulder blades—the constant, exhausting paranoia that we were being actively hunted. For the first time in what felt like centuries, the air didn’t taste like copper and imminent bloodshed.We needed this. She needed this.I ran a heavy hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck as a fierce, protective anger rolled through my chest. Anne had spent so long carrying the weight of the world on her fragile shoulders, burning her own spirit to ash just to keep everyone else warm and safe. The poor th

Forty Seven: POV Anne: The forest spirits didn't just clear a path for us; they provided an escort. When the brush parted, it wasn't a horse or a carriage waiting for us. Standing in the dappled sunlight was a creature of absolute myth—a unicorn, its coat gleaming like spun starlight, its silver horn humming with a pure, ancient resonance. It inclined its head toward Lilly, who let out a joyful sob and rushed forward, burying her face in its silken mane. "Well," I murmured, glancing sideways at Silas, who was still slightly tender from the healing but standing tall. "I guess we're riding in style." Silas offered a rare, genuine smile, hoisting Lilly up onto the creature's back before mounting behind her and pulling me up into the space between them. The moment the unicorn leaped forward, the world blurred. The trees became streaks of green and gold, and the wind howled in our ears, carrying the distinct, dizzying sensation of traveling not ju

Chapter 46: POV Anne The canopy above us felt less like a shelter and more like a cage. "Stay down, Lilly," Silas commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he shoved the little girl gently but firmly behind a thick outcrop of moss-covered rock. I didn't need to ask why. The air had turned foul, thick with the stench of rotting copper and old graves. Out from the dense thicket slithered Draco’s hunters. They weren’t human—not even close. These were the dark, twisted things of the deep Fae realms, creatures of ash and malice who hunted the fringes of our world. My stomach violently turned as I looked at them. Everyone knew the whispers. Everyone knew these demons literally fed on half-born children, consuming the innocent to gorge on their raw, unspent magic. Silas didn’t hesitate. He drew his blade, the steel catching a rare glint of sunlight through the leaves, and threw himself into the fray. He moved like a tempest, a devastating blur of lethal grace. I watched him parry