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The House That Isn't Mine

ผู้เขียน: Lêh Magalhães
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-10-27 16:39:44

Point of view: Camila

Carlos held my arm with a rehearsed delicacy, the kind of touch that wasn't his. A calculated touch, designed for the audience. The audience, in this case, was Valentina.

I felt the weight of the gesture as if he had put silk handcuffs on me. Pretending we were a normal couple was part of his game, and I learned to recognize games too early.

The automatic doors of the hospital opened, and the fresh air hit my face. For a moment, the wind was liberating, until Carlos squeezed my waist, guiding each step as if I were fragile.

“Careful, love, the floor is slippery.”

The sound of the word love came out beautiful, false, and cold.

Inside, I laughed. Not at the joke, but at the effort. It was almost funny to see an Alpha so used to giving orders try to play the role of a devoted husband. I knew why he was doing it. Valentina was walking right behind us, her eyes attentive to every movement, and he needed to appear flawless.

The car door opened with an elegant click. Ca
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  • The False Luna   The House That Isn't Mine

    Point of view: CamilaCarlos held my arm with a rehearsed delicacy, the kind of touch that wasn't his. A calculated touch, designed for the audience. The audience, in this case, was Valentina.I felt the weight of the gesture as if he had put silk handcuffs on me. Pretending we were a normal couple was part of his game, and I learned to recognize games too early.The automatic doors of the hospital opened, and the fresh air hit my face. For a moment, the wind was liberating, until Carlos squeezed my waist, guiding each step as if I were fragile.“Careful, love, the floor is slippery.”The sound of the word love came out beautiful, false, and cold.Inside, I laughed. Not at the joke, but at the effort. It was almost funny to see an Alpha so used to giving orders try to play the role of a devoted husband. I knew why he was doing it. Valentina was walking right behind us, her eyes attentive to every movement, and he needed to appear flawless.The car door opened with an elegant click. Ca

  • The False Luna   O Silêncio Depois da Fúria

    POV: BernardoDirigi o caminho inteiro sem olhar pra ela. O carro era só o som do motor e o cheiro dela, misturado à ferrugem do medo. Cada vez que trocava de marcha, sentia o pulso bater nas têmporas, forte o bastante pra doer. Anya estava encolhida no banco do passageiro, as mãos presas no colo, o rosto virado pra janela. Eu podia sentir a respiração curta dela, irregular, e aquilo só me deixava mais furioso.“Ela te chamou,” Ragan rosnou dentro da minha cabeça, com a voz rouca e disfarçada de calma. “E você fingiu que não ouviu.” “Não me provoca, Ragan.” Ele agora estava do lado dela, porque sentiu medo de perdê-la, afinal nós a marcamos, ela era nossa companheira e o medo dele me corruíra também. “Você está agindo como o Alfa. E você sabe que não nasceu pra isso.”Rosnei baixo, pro vazio do carro. Eu não queria pensar em Carlos agora. Não queria lembrar da forma como ele me olhou no salão, como se eu fosse um incompetente incapaz de controlar a própria fêmea. Fiquei repetindo p

  • The False Luna   Between Bars and Silence

    Point of view: AnyaThe cold in the cell seemed to come from the floor. I curled up in the corner, my knees against my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around my legs as if that would be enough to protect me. The stone wall exuded dampness, and the air had the metallic taste of fear. I couldn't sleep. With every noise in the hallway, I held my breath. With every step echoing on the floor, I thought it would be him—Bernardo—coming with Alpha Carlos to drag me out of there and brand me as dishonest.Being a wolf without a pack was a death sentence. I knew it. Away from the protection of the territory, the body weakens, the mind gives way, and instincts turn against you. I would survive days, maybe less. My wolf, then, wouldn't even last that long. She was small, sweet, nothing compared to the dominant beasts of pure bloodlines.“I should have made you wait,” she whispered inside my mind, her voice hoarse with guilt.“No, it's my fault. I knew running away was crazy, but I did it anyway.”

  • The False Luna   Things that break in silence

    POV: CamilaTiago left the room without looking back, his small hand being led by an omega who avoided looking at me. The door slammed slowly, but the sound got stuck inside me, reverberating like a drum. I felt the flowers lose their scent, the coffee turn sour in the air, the sheet become rough against my skin. The image of my son repeating the words that did not come from his mouth pierced me like a blade. “I hate you. You ruin everything.”They weren't his, I knew. Still, it hurt as if they were.I looked at the place where he had been a few seconds ago and, for the first time, I understood that love is also choosing not to fight. I could fight for him now, drag him back, force hugs that don't come, promise worlds I don't have. Or I could accept his preference, if he thought Maura was the sun and I was the shadow. Breathing hurt. But the decision came clean, frighteningly simple. If Tiago preferred Maura, I would accept his choice. Not out of weakness. Out of respect for what I wa

  • The False Luna   The Alpha and the Mirror

    POV: CarlosI always believed that no one could hide their feelings better than me. An Alpha must control even their own expressions. No mistakes, no hesitation, no sign of weakness. But that morning, I realized that Valentina could irritate me like no one else. The way she looked at me—cold, calculated, with that touch of sarcasm hidden between her words—was a silent provocation. She didn't believe anything I said. And worse, she made a point of making that clear.I spent the previous night planning the charade. Breakfast, flowers, the presence of the omegas, everything meticulously organized to reconstruct the perfect image of a stable family. The idea was simple: show care, reinforce the role of companion and exemplary father. An Alpha who loves, protects, and commands. The kind of image that deceives even the most attentive.I woke up before sunrise and went down to the kitchen. The omegas were already at their posts, waiting for orders. I asked them to prepare a hearty breakfast—

  • The False Luna   The Theater of Perfection

    POV: CamilaThe smell of coffee reached me before I remembered where I was. For a few seconds, the sensation was pleasant—warm, comfortable, almost familiar. The kind of smell that makes your body believe the world is safe. I opened my eyes slowly, and the soft glow of sunlight coming through the curtains made me forget I was still in the hospital.But it only took a blink for reality to set in.The room looked like something out of a dream. Flowers everywhere, trays of coffee, juice, fruit, omelets. Three omegas moved silently, carefully preparing everything, as if they were setting up a banquet. And in the middle of it all, Valentina, with her arms crossed and the most sour expression on the planet.The scene was only complete when I saw Carlos sitting in the armchair, leafing through a newspaper as if he were an exemplary man, and Tiago in the corner, playing on his tablet. For a moment, the image seemed perfect: the protective Alpha, the calm son, the resting companion. But I knew

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