Todos los capítulos de Fated to the Blind Alpha M/M Romance: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The cold, damp stone of the subterranean corridor sent a chill straight through the soles of Jace’s boots.It was two hours before dawn. The Northern Citadel was still buried in deep shadow, the quiet broken only by the distant howling of the arctic wind outside.Jace pulled his dark wool mantle tight around his shoulders, his heart hammering against his ribs in a fast, frantic rhythm.Badum. Badum. Badum.He held a small brass lantern in his trembling hand, the dim yellow flame flickering against the frost-dusted iron bars of the lowest dungeon cells.Ever since he had seen that execution decree in Commander Vane’s study, his chest had felt like it was tearing apart. A feral border intruder. A wounded Alpha with dragon-glass scars.Please... Jace prayed silently, his breath fogging in the freezing air. Please let it be him. Moon Goddess, please let Elias be alive...He reached the heavy iron door of the solitary cell at the very end of the corridor.Holding his breath, Jace lifted the

Commander Vane’s heavy leather glove slammed against the stone wall of the private gallery, blocking Jace’s path."Have you lost your mind, Your Highness?" Vane hissed, his icy grey eyes flashing with dangerous fury. "You humiliated Lady Lyra in front of all the noble houses! You knelt in the dust before someone considered a filthy feral intruder!"Jace stopped. He did not flinch. He did not step back.Instead, Jace slowly turned his head, his luminous starlight-grey eyes locking onto Vane with a cold terrifying authority that made the Commander’s breath hitch."I am now the Sovereign King," Jace said, his voice dropping into a raspy, dual-toned rumble that made the air in the corridor vibrate. "I do not answer to you, Commander.""You answer to the High Council!" Vane snapped, stepping closer, his hand resting on the hilt of his broadsword. "That man is a regional wolf. He carries no papers. He has no identity. He belongs in the deepest dungeon pit or at the end of an executioner’s ro

The heavy silk curtains in the royal bedchamber swayed as a cold draft swept through the open balcony doors.On the massive velvet bed, Jace lay trapped in a sea of feverish heat.His silver-grey hair clung to his sweat-slicked forehead. His chest rose and fell in fast, shallow gasps.Badum. Badum. Badum.Every breath he took burned like liquid fire inside his lungs.Suddenly, a heavy weight settled onto the mattress.A shadow leaned over him, blocking out the dim moonlight.Jace opened his heavy eyelashes, his vision blurred with tears. "W-Who..."Before he could pull away, a strong hand clamped around both of his slender wrists.CLANK!With a terrifying, effortless surge of Alpha strength, Lady Lyra pinned both of Jace's hands flat against the wooden headboard above his head."Shh," Lyra purred softly, her golden eyes glowing in the dark room like a hungry predator. "Don't fight it, my little King."Jace thrusted his hips against the velvet mattress, struggling to pull his hands free

"So my touch means absolutely nothing? Elias finally asked.Jace replied. "You already know I like you...you're the one who forgot me...so don't tease me right now..."Elias sat motionless on the edge of the velvet mattress.His calloused fingers dug hard into the thick wooden frame of the bed.A dull, pounding ache throbbed behind his temples, making his jaw clench until the muscles in his neck strained.Deep inside his chest, his Blood Moon wolf roared against its leash.The feral beast wanted to tear through t, wanted to him...to crush anything that threatened the trembling boy lying on the bed.But human Elias held back.He forced his broad shoulders to remain stiff and unyielding.He was stubborn. He was terrified.Every logical thought in his amnesiac mind warned him to stay away.He didn't know who he was. He didn't know where he came from.How could he touch a Royal Sovereign King? How could he claim someone who belonged to a world of crowns and marble halls?"Stay back, Elias.

"What... what did you just say?!"Lady Lyra’s voice shattered the quiet atmosphere of the dressing room like breaking glass.She stood frozen in the open doorway, her face pale as death, her eyes filled with shock.Her manicured hands trembled against the heavy carved wood of the doorframe."A regional King?" Lyra rasped, pointing a trembling finger at Jace."The intruder you brought into this Citadel is the Lycan King of the region?!"Jace’s breath locked in his throat.His starlight-grey eyes widened as he stood by the vanity mirror, his fingers clutching his white silk coronation coat.Before Jace could utter a single word, Commander Vane moved with speed.Vane crossed the floor, his gauntleted hand snapping around Lady Lyra’s wrist before she could step into the room."Silence your mouth, Lyra!" Vane barked in a harsh whisper."Let go of me, Commander!" Lyra shrieked, thrashing against Vane’s iron grip."He lied to the High Council! He harbored an enemy sovereign in his bedchamber!