Todos los capítulos de Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

The journal's pages had become her obsession, she sat curled in the window seat of the cabin's main room, Nikolai Voss's leather-bound diary spread across her lap like a puzzle missing half its pieces. It had been three days since she’d discovered Nikolai Voss's meticulous documentation of his youngest son's torment, and she couldn't shake the images it had painted. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw a seven-year-old boy scrambling through dark woods while his siblings hunted him like prey. She pictured small hands mixing pine sap with creek water to mask his scent, clever mind already learning that survival meant being three steps ahead of everyone else. It explained so much about Killian, the way he moved through conversations like a chess master, always calculating, always positioning himself for the next move. The careful way he'd inserted himself into her life, painting himself as her savior while orchestrating all their downfalls from the very beginning. There is someth

The teacup slipped from Raine's fingers at the words that left the Luna’s mouth, shattering against the floor in and spraying hot liquid everywhere, but she barely felt the sting as she stared at Selene, waiting for some indication that this was another of the Voss family's cruel games, but Selene's expression remained perfectly serene, as if she hadn’t just confessed to the mass murder of her older siblings. "You seem surprised," Selene observed, making no move to help clean up the mess. "Did you think Magnus, Caspar, and Dmitri simply... vanished? All our sisters? Did you think they all decided to just take extended vacations from pack leadership?" Raine's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. The journal had prepared her for this possibility, but hearing it stated so matter-of-factly made her stomach lurch with nausea that had nothing to do with her pregnancy. "Why are you telling me this?" she finally managed. "Because I think you deserve to know exactly who you're trusting wit

Killian got the message some minutes after he sent Hansel home, the witch grumbled under his breath, complaining about a wasted time, Killian remained quiet, saying nothing as he watched a familiar black bird draw closer and closer until it landed in his palm. There was a note attached to it’s claws, he didn’t even have to read the signage to know it was from Ronan, he wanted to meet, at a remote location. How very predictable. Killian smelled Ronan's fear the moment he stepped into their meeting place—an old storage building, just a few miles away from Draven pack territory. The scent hung in the air like smoke, acrid and bitter, mixing with the younger alpha's natural scent until the combination was almost nauseating. Twenty minutes had passed since the delicious scene in Matthias's office, and Ronan's hands were still shaking. Killian allowed himself a moment of satisfaction as he took in the sight, the Draven heir reduced to a trembling mess, hiding in an abandoned building lik

The fire had long since burned low in the fireplace, but Matthias hadn’t moved from his seat. Ash curled at the edges of the logs, glowing faint and red in the dim light, casting the room in low, rust-colored shadows. Outside, the wind howled against the slatted glass, a cruel, high-pitched sound that seemed to echo the pressure in his chest. He sat still, one boot braced on the edge of the hearthstone, one hand slack in his lap, the other resting heavily around the throat of a half-drained bottle of dark liquor he couldn’t remember opening. It was hours past midnight, and he couldn’t sleep. How could he? His last surviving son seemed to hate him now, and he deserved it, goddess knew he did. It had been well over a month now, and he still hadn’t made an headway in finding Silas’s killers. He was a failure of a father, he’d failed both sons and now he was about to fail his pack. But to be honest none of that mattered to him in the face of his newest, most pressing grief. Raine was

The words hit like physical blows. Did he know about the journal hidden upstairs? About the things Selene had told her? About her growing understanding of exactly what kind of monster he was? "I'm not hiding anything," she whispered. "Aren't you?" His thumb brushed across her lower lip, and she had to fight not to bite him. "Because you have the look of someone carrying secrets, little wolf. Heavy, dangerous secrets that could get people hurt." Raine's breath came in short, shallow gasps. The room felt too small, too warm, as if the walls were closing in around them. She was trapped between Killian's body and the kitchen counter, with nowhere to run and no way to escape the growing certainty that he knew exactly what Selene had told her. "I don't know what you mean." "Of course you don't." His smile widened, showing too many teeth. "Just like you don't know about the journal you found. Just like you don't know what my dear sister revealed about our family's... complicated history