Todos los capítulos de The Mysterious Alpha : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Freda’s P.O.V“I think something strange is happening,” I whispered to Ava as we moved deeper into the forest. Her eyes were fixed on Greg, who stood beside Craig, and she wore a look I couldn’t quite place.She didn’t spare me a glance. “Why do you say that?”I hesitated. Was it right to tell her everything? Still, I needed someone to talk to, and Ava felt like the only person I could trust for now. So I told her – everything. About Sharon. Her smirk. Her vanishing act. My suspicions. I didn’t made mention about the healing. It was still strange to me. Ava nodded slowly. “That’s just how Sharon is. This isn’t her first time disappearing on us – she always shows up again before day break. It’s nothing to worry about.”Her words were meant to ease my mind, but they only tightened the knot in my chest. “And none of you are concerned about where she had been running off to.”She shrugged, “Where could she possibly go in this cursed wood? Maybe she just needs space. That’s probably how

Freda’s P.O.VThe dungeon reeked of stale urine and feces - it was horrible that the thought of apologizing to that lunatic crossed my mind. But, I knew there was nothing worse than being mated to someone who doesn’t have feeling. I would rather endure this stench if it meant having enough time to think of an escape route. In one corner of the dungeon sat a small pail, its original color long washed off – I could hardly tell what its real color was. I dare not move closer to it for the fear of what it might smell like. The only space that brought a bit of sunlight into the dreadful dungeon was a small window, barely big enough for anything to fit through.I sighed and sat beside the door, where at least a trickle of fresh air drifted in. I had no idea where I was. Where I was going to or even what I was supposed to do. I wasn’t trained for this sort of situation at all. I had always had the princess lifestyle. It was still somehow baffling that my life had resulted to whatever this

Freda’s P.O.VI shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back. The alarm was my miracle, a desperate, unexpected opening in this prison of nightmares. My heart thundered as I ran for the door. My fingers brushed the cold metal knob, so close to my freedom, when his hand clamped around my arm and jerked me back.“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, his voice low and deadly.I refused to answer. My throat was dry, my breath caught halfway between terror and defiance. If I stopped now, I’d lose the only chance I had.He yanked me close. His palm came down across my face with a sharp crack. The sting burned my cheek, tears welled in my eyes, but I held my breath and didn’t scream.“Do you think you can run because of a little noise?” he hissed. “My guards can handle it. They always do.”The alarm blared again, louder this time, a shrill cry that shook the walls. His composure cracked. “Damn it!” He spun around, snatching up his clothes and slipping into his pants and boots. His ba

Freda’s P.O.VThe forest fell into a dangerous silence — the kind that made your skin prickle and your heartbeat louder than the wind. It was as if the trees themselves knew something was lurking, watching.Slowly, Craig’s hand found mine and wrapped around it protectively. His palm was warm, oddly smooth against my trembling fingers. For a brief moment, that simple touch grounded me — a kind of comfort I hadn’t expected in a place so dark and deadly.“Can you run?” he whispered.I nodded, though my throat was dry.Something moved in the shadows — a ripple in the stillness — and before I could blink, Craig’s voice cut through the silence.“Run!”I bolted forward, my breath tearing out of my lungs. Craig’s footsteps thundered beside mine, fast and steady. He was the Alpha; his speed was expected. But what shocked me was how fast I had become — my legs carrying me with a strength I didn’t know I had.An arrow sliced through the air, grazing my shoulder. I gasped in pain as it embedded i

Adrian’s P.O.VIt was hard for me to believe that I’d been beaten — and not just by anyone, but by an outcast Alpha.I winced as the maid pressed a damp cloth against my wound. The pain burned through my shoulder, hot and unforgiving. If only we still had a healer in the pack, I wouldn’t be sitting here gritting my teeth like this.This—this was exactly why I had to get Freda back.“Where is Adrian?” My father’s growl rumbled through the corridor, shaking the air. I could hear the hurried footsteps and panicked whispers of the servants outside. No one ever wanted to face him when he was angry.The first group he’d sent to retrieve Freda had failed miserably. Now, I had failed too—and returned wounded.The door slammed open. The moment my father stepped in, the maid tending to me dropped the cloth and fled without a word.“Where is she?” His tone was cold, final, heavy with authority.I said nothing, just clenched my jaw. The pain was bad, but my pride hurt worse. I had never lost a fi