Todos los capítulos de Getting away with the Alpha's Pup: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Daniel's PerspectiveThe wind howled in my ears, and my heart nearly leapt into my throat. In that moment, the world seemed to freeze. There was only the sound of the wind and the frantic thumping of my heart. I looked down, closer and closer to the lake, knowing that this was the moment when I would reach my limit.But then, at the exact moment I braced myself, I turned my head to look at Giovanni. He, too, had leapt off the cliff and was plummeting downward. I had expected him to squeeze his eyes shut, flailing his arms and legs like I was, bracing for the inevitable plunge into the water. But what happened next was beyond anything I could have predicted.As we neared the surface of the lake at nearly the same time, I witnessed an incredible transformation: Giovanni shifted mid-air. In an instant, his body morphed into the form of a majestic werewolf—his muscular frame expanding with raw power, his entire being exuding the energy of a st

Fern's PerspectiveI stood in the shadows outside the ballroom and took a deep breath. My hands tightened around the hem of my dress as I tried to steady myself. Even though I had long told myself that none of this concerned me anymore, I still couldn't find peace as I stood here, watching the grand banquet that once belonged to Giovanni and me. Every laugh, every cheer, cut into my heart like a blade.Has he really forgotten me? I whispered to myself, a flicker of pain flashing in my eyes.Six years was enough time for everything to change—enough time for Giovanni to go from the man I once knew so well to a stranger. I remembered the first time I met him, his eyes brimming with passion and determination. I remembered the good times we had, the nights we walked beneath the moonlight, sharing our dreams and secrets. But all of that shattered after the battle. My "death"—the one I had orchestrated myself—had taken everything from us.My gaz

Giovanni's PerspectiveI sat on the couch in the living room, a cigarette dangling from my fingers, my eyes staring blankly out the window. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the fading light of the setting sun bathed the courtyard, and a faint serenity lingered in the air. But I knew this calm was merely a brief pause before the storm. Today, I had made a decision—a decision that could change the dynamic between Fern and me, or perhaps alter everything completely. I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl and dissipate, my mind a tangle of conflicting thoughts.Daniel stood before me, his eyes burning with hatred and disdain. Despite his youth, there was a sharpness to him, an unyielding resolve that belied his age. I wasn't surprised; I had known for some time that Daniel possessed a resilience much like his mother's—a strength that never wavered, even in the face of danger."You can take me away," he said, his voice cold, "but you'll never b

Giovanni's PerspectiveI stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, holding the latest agreement from Elena in my hand. Outside, the city was shrouded in night, its bustle and hustle as tumultuous as the chaos in my mind. Neon lights flashed, but no matter how long I stared, the view couldn't relieve the weight I felt inside.Elena's image was a nightmare I could barely shake. Her sly, deep eyes always found the most sensitive spots, striking at my fragile defenses. Despite the loathing in my heart, I knew it was only temporary—I couldn't tear off the mask of hypocrisy just yet."Are you going to keep dragging this out?" Elena's voice suddenly cut through the silence from behind me, laced with a threat I couldn't ignore.I turned around to face her, her overbearing presence almost unbearable. The indifference on her face only made it worse. Elena was wearing an elegant, dark-colored dress, her signature overly confident smile in

Fern's PerspectiveLate at night, I sat by the window, watching the city grow quieter and quieter. My heart was a whirl of emotions. There wasn't even a whisper of wind outside; the air was so still you could almost hear your own heartbeat. I felt tired, weighed down by worries about the future and endless thoughts of the union between Giovanni and Elena.Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. I froze for a moment, not expecting anyone. I set the book I'd been holding down and walked to the door, opening it gently. A shuffling figure stood on the other side, and my heart skipped a beat."Giovanni?" I whispered.Giovanni stood in the doorway, clearly drunk. His eyes were glassy, his face a mixture of pain and exhaustion. He shook his head slightly and tried to force a smile, though it looked painfully strained. "Can I... come in?" His voice was hoarse, with an unmistakable hint of suppressed pain.I hesitated, a swirl of emot