Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Quiet Mate : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elara’s POVKieran’s room was very different from mine—or should I say, the one he gave me. It was much warmer in here. A big fireplace crackled in the center of the room, filling the space with a comforting heat. His scent was everywhere—that rich mix of amber and wood. The room was huge, easily three times the size of mine, but befitting of an alpha. Soft, dark fabrics draped the walls, thick and luxurious. There were leather chairs by the fireplace, a massive desk, and bookshelves lined with old, worn books. Everything was dark, clean, expensive. No clutter, just perfect. The lighting was soft, golden, like it knew exactly how to set the mood. The bed was huge, made up with dark sheets, and… a spot next to him on the bed was open… like it had always been mine."Do you want to shower? Or did you do that already?" Kieran asked, his voice pulling me from the moment."I showered already," I replied through the link."Okay, but I don't think you'll be comfortable sleeping in those clo

Elara's POV We bolted past the border, diving into the vast forest beyond our pack's territory. It was massive, wilder than anything we’d ever known. The trees were ancient, towering over us and whispering secrets in the wind. The scent of damp earth, pine, and wildflowers wrapped around us like a spell, entrancing us.I felt her immediately—Nyx. She surged to the surface, sharp and electric, her energy pressing against mine like a second heartbeat. She was fully awake now, exhilarated.“This,” she purred in my mind, “is why we were born to run.”Beside us, Kieran’s gait shifted—stronger, faster. Fenrir was taking the reins too. I felt him before I saw him: cool confidence, dark and primal, the kind of energy that made everything in the forest still for just a second.“You’re slow,” Fenrir taunted, his voice a low growl wrapped in amusement.Nyx snapped back, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Want to make this fun?”“Always.”Without warning, Fenrir swerved and nudged us hard, more

Kieran's POVI didn't even notice when morning came. All night, I'd been hunched over the desk, drawing and redrawing war strategies, scanning the map over and over, until the lines blurred, plotting every possible weak point of attack. I needed to find a way to end this. End Magnus.He took my parents and sister.I won't let him take Elara too–Never.A knock broke through my thoughts. Tobias stepped into the room.“Fuck, Kieran! Why do you look like that?” He rushed over, eyes wide, and pressed a hand to my forehead.I swatted his hand away, jaw tight. “I'm fine. What do you have for me?”He paused, watching me too carefully. “Alex caught a wolf trying to escape this morning.”I snapped my head up so fast, that the room tilted slightly, and Tobias instinctively reached out to steady me. I shoved his hand away again. “Where's he?”“We took him to the dungeon.”“Let's go.”There was no time to waste.We reached the dungeon, and the thick stench of blood slammed into my senses. It was

Tobias’ POVI wake up at 5 a.m. every day, no alarm needed. My body’s been trained to rise with the sun—or before it. Discipline has always been easier than sleep, especially lately.I stretch and loosen up before heading to the simple gym behind my house. It was basic—just some weights, a punching bag, and enough room to work out. I spend an hour lifting and boxing before hitting the road.I run—long laps along the southern border, my usual route. Minimum five miles. It keeps my wolf calm and my mind sharper than my mouth, which, frankly, says a lot.Afterwards, I shower, hit the kitchen and make breakfast. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a coffee strong enough to raise the dead. I cook myself. Always have. I like eating alone. No noise, no conversation, just me and the silence. That’s my routine—quiet, clean, and predictable. Then I go see Kieran.Kieran and I… we used to be close. Practically brothers back when things were simpler, when the world didn’t hurt as much. After he lost his

Kieran's POV I heard the door creak open. It was the same sound Elara made whenever she came back after training. I’d gotten used to it by now—her quiet, steady footsteps, the soft shuffle of her clothes, the small sigh she always let out when she entered the packhouse. It was a familiar sound, one that told me she was back.I didn’t think much of it at first. She was just settling back in after training, probably needing some time to herself. The minutes passed, and I got back to work, my thoughts on the pack, on the tasks at hand. Time slipped by—an hour, maybe two.But then, the door creaked open again, much later than usual. This time, she was leaving.I didn’t even hear her footsteps anymore. The packhouse was eerily quiet. I glanced up at the clock—an hour and a half had passed since I’d last heard her. My heart skipped a beat. Something wasn’t right.The weight of silence in the house was suffocating. My mind, usually calm, now swirled with unease. I tried to push the thoughts