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last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-14 01:03:19

CAMILA

I didn't have anything to offer him. No plan, no comfort that would have meant anything against a fear that raw. So I didn't try.

I took his hand instead, and led him back inside, both of us aching with the specific, quiet devastation of loving something you aren't sure you get to keep. I needed, that night, to feel something true in a world that had become almost entirely built out of lies and political maneuvering and women delivering threats with a smile.

"Camila," he murmured, once t
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  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   39

    CAMILA'S POVCAMILA-The two days leading up to the council tribunal felt less like passing time and more like holding our collective breath inside a pressurized cabin waiting for the hull to rupture.Every single hour was meticulously mapped out, scrutinized, and stress-tested. Tiago and Isadora had turned the small, drafty farmhouse into a makeshift war room, though their definitions of preparation were vastly different. Isadora spent her time drilling me on protocol—how to stand, where to look, when to speak, and how to address the regional elders without triggering an ancient legal technicality that could be used against us. She treated the upcoming tribunal like a high-stakes corporate deposition where a single misplaced word could cost us everything.Tiago, on the other hand, was operating on a razor-wire edge of pure, restless alpha tension. He spent hours pacing the perimeter of the property, communicating with his scouts via encrypted comm-links, and double-checking every sec

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   38

    CAMILA"Drink this. It won't cure the world ending, but it might stop your hands from shaking."Lucía slid a steaming ceramic mug across the scarred wooden table of the farmhouse kitchen, her own fingers wrapped tightly around her own cup as if she were trying to hold the entire room together through sheer willpower alone. Morning had finally broken outside, though you wouldn't know it by looking through the grimy, unwashed windows of the kitchen. A heavy, bruised gray fog had settled over the surrounding hills, swallowing the dirt road and turning the dense pine trees into looming, ghostly shapes.I stared down at the dark, bitter liquid in my mug, watching a tiny wisp of steam curl lazily into the cold air. My stomach felt like it was tied up in hard, stinging knots. Every muscle in my body ached as if I had spent the night being thrown against a brick wall, which wasn't too far off from the reality of fleeing a safehouse at four in the morning while a pack war exploded around us."

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   37

    Camila's pov-"Get up, Camila. Right now," Cam ordered, his hand already gripping my shoulder and shaking me awake before my brain had even managed to boot up.I bolted upright in the lumpy safehouse bed, my heart instantly hammering against my ribs. "What? What's happening?""Henrique's people just hit two Marques-affiliated properties," Cam said, his voice clipped and sharp as he yanked my bedroom door wide open. "A training facility outside Lisbon and a storage warehouse. Nobody's dead yet, but they're tearing our territory apart piece by piece. We're moving. Now.""Are you kidding me?" I groaned, throwing off the blanket and scrambling across the cold floorboards. "I literally just unpacked my toothbrush.""Save the complaints for the car," he snapped over his shoulder, already heading down the hall.There was no time for the careful, deliberate packing of my first relocation weeks ago, when I had neatly folded my sweaters and worried about leaving things behind. This time, it was

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   36

    CHAPTER 36TIAGOI sat across from Camila at the safehouse kitchen table in the pale grey light of morning, watching her trace her fingers over the mark at her throat in the small mirror she'd propped against the sugar bowl, and I explained to her, as much as I was explaining to myself, what I already knew in my bones to be true.The kitchen still smelled faintly of last night's coffee, gone cold hours ago and forgotten in the chaos of everything that followed. Neither of us had slept more than an hour or two. I could see the exhaustion sitting heavy behind her eyes, though something steadier sat there too, something that hadn't been there a few weeks ago when I first met her."The mark is a mating bite," I explained. "Incomplete, but unmistakably begun. An instinctual claim my wolf made without my full conscious permission somewhere in the heat and adrenaline of that vault room. It's something that cannot be undone. It will heal into a permanent, visible scar that any wolf from eithe

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   35

    CHAPTER 35CAMILABreathing hard, adrenaline still roaring hot through my veins, I reached up and covered his hand where it cupped my face, holding it there against my cheek. My whole body still buzzed faintly with the aftershock of the fight, the strange, electric mixture of terror and relief that came from surviving something that could easily have gone the other way.Around us, the vault sat silent and sealed, the fight in the corridor already feeling like it had happened hours ago rather than minutes. The only sounds were our own ragged breathing and the faint hum of the building's old ventilation system somewhere overhead."I ran toward the fight," I whispered, "because the alternative was losing you. Because I have spent five years building a life around losing someone I love to violence I couldn't stop, and I am not doing that again, Tiago. Not with you. I would rather fight beside you and lose than stand safely behind you and lose you anyway."He made a low, wrecked sound at t

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   34

    CHAPTER 34CAMILADiego's hired enforcers came from both ends of the corridor at once, moving fast and coordinated in a way that told me immediately this had been planned in advance, not improvised on the spot. Three from the stairwell behind us. At least two more emerging from the shadows of a side passage I hadn't even noticed. All of them moving with the grim, professional efficiency of hired muscle who knew exactly what they were being paid to do and didn't intend to hesitate about doing it.The vault corridor, so quiet and empty just moments ago, erupted into sudden chaos. The confined space made every sound sharper, every shadow more threatening. I flattened myself instinctively against the nearest wall, my heart hammering so loud I could hear it over the noise of the fight itself.Tiago moved to meet them with brutal, controlled speed, shielding me against the vault door with his own body while he fought in near total darkness, the only light coming from the corridor's flickeri

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