Todos los capítulos de Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

It wasn’t even the cold that got to her at first. Not the damp curl of mist sliding down her back, not the sting of ice across her cheeks, or the way the wind shredded through her thin dress like it wanted to skin her alive. No. What pierced first was quieter, and it was the silence. There had been no screaming, not from her or her accusers, no warning, not even the soft touch of fingers across her cheek to tell her goodbye. Just Thalia’s blank face in the moonlight and the slow, deliberate words that sealed her fate. You’re to leave. Banished, cast out, by order of the Elders, under Ronan’s command, without a trial, or a defense, and without Matthias. That was what gutted her more than anything, the alpha’s absence. He hadn’t even been there. He hadn’t known, he couldn’t have. She told herself that over and over as her feet carried her across the outer rim of the compound, stumbling through the fog, past the boundaries she once helped defend. The boots on her feet weren’t even

The doors to Ronan’s quarters stood wide open, completely unguarded, a wide open yawning cavern, it looked like it was mocking him. Matthias stoodin the threshold for a full minute, doing nothing but breathing, his wolf at attention as he listened, but there was nothing, he couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in his ears, not the clatter of booted steps, or the echo of command. Not even the scent of Ronan’s presence, which had always lingered faintly in the air the bitter pine smell, all steel and smoke, as familiar to him as his own scent. It was gone now, faded like the boy had never been there at all. Matthias stepped inside, slowly, noting that the room was in pristine order, not a single item had been left out of place, and that told him more than any sign of chaos ever could. Ronan had cleaned up before he left, which meant he’d known exactly what he was doing. He’d probably planned all of this. Matthias’s hands flexed at his sides, the silence was unbearable, yet it wa

It had been seventeen days since the bond was severed. Raine knew because she'd been counting, and she hadn’t shifted once since it happened. Her wolf felt distant now, buried somewhere she couldn't reach, like an echo. The mornings bled into each other now, soft and indistinguishable like the fog that curled over the windowsills at dawn. The air here always smelled like pine bark and old stone, sharp and earthy with the faintest tinge of woodsmoke. Raine woke to silence and went to bed with it. No distant voices, no patrols, no pack energy humming through the walls, just her own heartbeat and the occasional call of birds echoing through the trees. The cottage existed in perpetual quiet, and it was the kind of stillness that pressed against your eardrums until you started hearing things that weren't there. Sometimes she caught herself listening for footsteps on the stairs, voices from another room, anything to break the endless hush. Killian was rarely around, he came and w

The journal felt heavier than it should have in Raine's hands, as if the weight of secrets had somehow transferred to the leather and paper. She settled into the chair by the window, afternoon light filtering through dust motes as she carefully turned the brittle pages. Nikolai Voss had possessed meticulous handwriting, each letter formed with the precision of someone who understood that words were weapons as much as claws or fangs. The early entries were dated nearly thirty years ago, beginning when he was a young Alpha consolidating power after his own father's death. The pack grows stronger under proper leadership, read one entry. Territorial disputes with the Blackwater wolves have been resolved through strategic alliance rather than bloodshed. Magnus approves of the approach. Magnus. Raine recognized the name from pack histories, he was Nikolai's eldest son, his heir apparent. She flipped forward, looking for more references to his children, and found what she was searching f

Matthias's jaw clenched, and Ronan felt a twisted satisfaction at the way his father's scent spiked with impotent rage. He'd never been more pleased as he was at that moment, he couldn’t care less how Killian had managed to gain access to that information, all he knew was that Matthias couldn't outrightly defend his lover without revealing why he cared so much. "Raine broke pack law," Matthias said finally, his voice carefully controlled, Ronan rolled his eyes with a scoff. "The Elders made their decision based on the evidence presented." "Oh is that so?" Killian's eyes glittered dangerously, and Ronan got the feeling that he knew more about this entire thing than he was letting on. "Because it seems like she just happened to be caught in a crossfire.” His gaze flickered between Ronan and Matthias, and something in Ronan’s gut clenched uncomfortably. Killian did know something more than he was saying. “A little spat,” he continued, “Between son and father, seems almost territorial