Todos los capítulos de The Accused Mate: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

POV: Orion Kings"Kill them all!" The words came out of Orion's mouth, but they weren't his. His arm pointed toward Elias's guards at the edge of the territory, and The Mother's troops rushed forward, howling for blood.Stop! This isn't me! Orion screamed inside his head, but his body wouldn't listen. He was trapped, watching through his own eyes as the soldiers he apparently commanded tore into the defending wolves."Excellent," The Mother whispered from beside him. Her cold fingers brushed his cheek. "My perfect weapon."Orion's stomach turned, but his face stayed blank. Not a flicker of feeling showed on the outside. The Mother's magic had turned him into a puppet, his mind awake but his body following her every order."You feel her nearby, don't you?" The Mother asked. "Your twin. Your other half."He did feel her—Amara—like a warm spot in his chest that had been getting stronger for days. The twin link that had bee

POV: Marcus HaleMarcus's fist crashed through the mirror, breaking it into a hundred pieces. Blood dripped from his fingers, but he barely felt the pain. The real pain was inside his chest—the crushing weight of knowing what he'd done."I helped kill her," he whispered to his broken image. "I helped kill Kamla."He stumbled back from the broken glass and sank onto his bed. Outside, wolves were still fighting. The fight between blue and black fire had stopped, but the battle wasn't over. Elias—his Alpha, his best friend—was out there fighting for Amara.Amara, who they had wrongly punished for a crime she didn't commit.Marcus grabbed the small wooden box hidden under his mattress and opened it with shaking hands. Inside lay a small purple crystal—Celeste's payment to him for helping with Kamla's plan."Use it if things go wrong," she had told him.Things couldn't be more wrong now.The sound of footst

POV: Amara KingsAmara screamed as blue fire burst from her fingers, wild and hot. It shot across the area, hitting a tree and turning it to ash in seconds."Control it!" Rowan shouted, ducking to avoid the fire. "Feel the fire as part of you, not something separate!"Easy for him to say. Amara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The fire was inside her, always had been. It wasn't her enemy.Slowly, the flames around her hands grew smaller until they were just blue sparks moving between her fingers."Better," Rowan said, standing up straight again. "Much better."Amara let out a shaky breath. Three days of training, and this was the first time she'd managed to call her fire on purpose instead of by chance."How did my brother learn to control his black fire so fast?" she asked, thinking of Orion. The twin she never knew she had until a week ago."The Mother forced him to," Rowan answered, his face

POV: Rowan Kingsley The blade missed my throat by an inch. I twisted away, feeling it slice through the air where I'd been standing. Elias snarled, his eyes burning red as he lunged at me again. "I should kill you where you stand," he growled. "You've been spying on us for weeks!" I dodged his attack and raised my hands. "If I wanted to hurt any of you, I would have done it already." "Elias, stop!" Amara's voice cut through the stress like a knife. She stepped between us, her blue flames dancing around her hands. "Let him talk." Elias backed away, but I could see he was ready to charge if I made one wrong move. Smart man. But I wasn't here to fight. "You have one minute to explain why I shouldn't rip your throat out," Elias said. I looked at Amara, at the power radiating from her. So much like her mother. "I knew Ser

POV: Alpha Dorian Graves Blood dripped from my hand as I finished drawing the last symbol. The pain didn't bother me anymore. Nothing did, except getting Lyra back. "Is it done?" I asked Celeste, who watched from the edge of the circle. The witch nodded, her eyes gleaming with joy. "Just one more step. Place the lock of her hair in the center." I pulled the small envelope from my pocket, hands shaking slightly. Inside was a curl of golden hair—all I had left of my mate. The Mother had sent it as proof that Lyra was still living, still waiting for me to save her. I put the hair in the middle of the bloody symbols and stepped back. "Now what?" I asked. "Now we wake it up," Celeste said, her voice almost a whisper. She began to chant words I didn't understand. The air in the cave grew thick and heavy. The symbols started to glow red, then blue, then a