Todos os capítulos de Romeo and Julius: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

In the early morning, some young Alphas from neighboring packs and others not so close gathered together. They were werewolves who had already lost a lot because of the war. Two of them, still mateless, were Alpha tweens. An alpha's priority is with his pack, and seeing members killed because of hate, members who either or their young children fell in love with vampires and ended up dying on the run because of hate or are still on the run, have hybrid children and grandchildren who are forced to hate, and especially those in their pack who kept these relationships hidden from the outside, because they did not think it was fair to oppose the unions of the goddess, led these alphas, in secret, to communicate with each other. It was the first meeting that these courageous alphas organized. It took courage to go against the king, especially when they didn't know if any of the alphas present were setting a trap for them. Although they had this willingness, some of it was inherited from

Julius sat in the armchair by the window, looking at the forest against the morning sky. “I understand you, Julius. It costs me as much as it hurts you, but I agree with you. If nothing changes, our son will have no peace. If he has the soul of Airon's son, he may not even feel safe. We cannot forget that they lived happily for a year, and suddenly, hell arrived at the door, and everything ended. Nothing guarantees that Baltazar's pack will be safe forever. And what do we want for Richard? The same thing Baltazar got for Aurelius? Yes, I know Aurelius is happy; he has his mate and son, but what if Aurelius never met Sterling? He has lived his whole life here in hiding; he doesn't know anything out there. And Sterling? Living like a human, from city to city, every ten years, no one would notice that they didn't age. Fifty-eight years on the run, without scent, knowing he would never find his mate. I don’t know how he and his wolf didn’t get mad.” “Thank you for understanding me. I do

Vlad lay in bed, and one more night, he looked at the uncomfortable face of the young man who refused to leave his side. The couch was comfortable, and he didn't understand why it was so uncomfortable for the boy. To his surprise, this bothered him. “Maybe I should try talking to him. If what he told me is true, and if he was a gift from the gods to me, shouldn't I use him to verbalize thoughts?” The boy groans and turns over. “Why the hell is he uncomfortable? Every time he gets up, he looks like an old man with a backache. But the couch is very comfortable. I slept on it as well as in bed. What the hell?" Vlad didn't realize that the boy was getting under his skin. The boy turns around, falls off the couch, and screams like a girl when he hits the floor. Vlad gets scared, but then he can't stand it and starts laughing. He laughs so hard that he cries when the boy sits, crossing his legs and arms and looking angrily at him. - It's very funny. I'm here to be your confidant an

Aethelwolf rises after a sleepless night. The dark circles he had recently were darker and deeper. He takes a shower and gets dressed, and when he shaves in front of the mirror, he admires his reflection. - You age in months. Look at this face. “When a werewolf starts to age, it is because it has already given up its life force. Look at the example of the king of the basement—centuries of life. You won't live to be 100. Deep down, his reflection tells him the same thing as his wolf, so he doesn't even respond to him. He finishes arranging, goes down the stairs, and enters the kitchen. - Where is the queen? – he asks those present. - Good morning, sir. We haven't seen Queen Elena today, sir. – one of the she-wolves says, with an expression of astonishment. Wasn't it the king who supposedly slept with the queen? A little pup runs through the kitchen's back door. When he sees the king, he hides between the legs of his mother, one of the cooks. Aethelwulf recognizes the pup, and h

Mila drags Typhon to the new commander's tent, intending to announce that he will command the attack on the palace. Typhon's head is racing. He needs to quickly complete his plan and get out of there. Hell will freeze over before he leads anything. However, he could not verbalize, and without showing any emotion, he accompanied her.Mila leaves Typhon at the door, enters the commander's tent, and finds him organizing papers.- What are you doing?He stands up and bows to her.- Ma'am, I'm counting the remaining needle cartridges.- Are there any cartridges left?- When the men returned from the attack, they still had cartridges they had not used. Each man gave Commander Albert a statement of the amount he had left.- How many are left?- I still have these sheets to add up, but I have counted 203.- 203? It's not much, but maybe it's enough for the initial attack. If we decimate the first defense, it will be easier to reach Vlad. - Yes, you're right. If we divide what's left, and al