Todos los capítulos de Alpha of Nightmares: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 88

I can’t believe we are going on a week-long vacation. I’m happy for the time to relax. And if I’m honest, to be away from everyone. My sisters have been overbearing recently.   I know they are trying to be helpful, but even if I am starting to resemble a beached whale, I am not an invalid. I can still do things for myself. So a week away from them will be nice.  And the same for Isadora and the other ranked she-wolves. I like each of them, but if they aren’t treating me like a child, they give all this advice from their pregnancies. And I appreciate it. I truly do. But I am not them, and they are not my mamma.  This trip happened just in time because I was inches from ripping Isadora’s face off. She is a wonderful woman. I love her; I do.  

I woke before the sun, already frustrated with the world. My room in the D’Amore Alpha villa was larger than any back in Nebrodi, filled with polished furniture and a balcony I seldom used. Looking out over Incubi reminded me I was living someone else’s life, someone luckier and less broken. Despite telling Delilah and Crista I wouldn’t go today, I’d picked out my clothes like a coward: black cargo pants and a dark gray shirt. My shoes were still by the bed, and my hair was a tangled mess, as if I’d fought a war in my dreams. Maybe I always did. ‘You’re going,’ my wolf, Sara, said softly, not mocking me for once in the short month I’d had her. ‘I didn’t say I wasn’t,’ I snapped back in my head. ‘You told everyone you weren’t,’ she reminded me, gentle as a knife slid under ribs. I sat up and glared at the wardrobe like it had personally offended me. Today was Saturday. Tomorrow was Father’s Day. Papa’s first Father’s Day in the ground instead of at the table. Instead of gr

The D’Amore Alpha villa should not have looked softer. I knew every curve of that house. Every polished stone step. Every arched window. Every long hallway where pack members learned to lower their eyes before my papa even entered the room. I grew up inside those walls, between danger and luxury, between André’s dramatic bullshit and Papa’s silence. The villa had always been beautiful, yes, but never gentle. Today, it looked like babies had attacked it and won. Tie parked near the front drive, his hand still resting over mine from the ride out of Nebrodi. The morning sun warmed the villa’s pale exterior, catching on the balconies and the terracotta roof, turning the place gold around the edges. It should have felt like coming home to the Alpha of Incubi’s seat of power. Instead, I could see a tiny pink blanket hanging over the back of a chair through the front window. I blinked. Tie followed my gaze, and his mouth twitched with amusement. “Your papa has been conquered,” T

The villa became too quiet after everyone left. Not silent. Silence was impossible with two-month-old twins in the house who seemed to believe sleep was a personal insult and digestion was a battle strategy. But quiet settled differently once Katrina and Tie returned to Nebrodi and André swept Darren and Lando back toward Madonie in a cloud of dramatic goodbyes, blown kisses, and threats to return if Papa dared miss him too much. Alec had stood on the front steps while they left, Gwen tucked against his chest, Christina asleep in my arms. He did not wave like a normal person. Of course he didn’t. He stood there in black, broad and still, looking every inch the terrifying Alpha of Incubi while holding an infant with a milk-drunk face pressed to his shoulder. André had shouted something ridiculous from the car about Papa needing to use the mug every morning, or he’d file emotional damages, and Alec had threatened to ban him from the villa. The mug was already in his office. I had s