Todos los capítulos de Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

CelesteI woke to the quiet of the early morning, the palace still and almost unnervingly calm. The sunlight filtered weakly through the tall windows of my chamber, falling across the floor in thin lines. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, letting the weight of yesterday press down on me. Nothing felt simple anymore.Edgar’s secrets, the child he had lost, and the years he had spent watching me… it was all still settling in. My thoughts tangled with my emotions. Part of me wanted to confront him immediately, demand answers, and force him to explain why he had hidden so much from me. Another part, a quieter, more calculating part, knew I had to understand everything before I could face him. Acting on raw emotion would get me nowhere.Lyra had left last night after helping me sift through fragments of my memories. I had barely slept, my mind too full of images, flashes of the past that refused to fade. The battlefield, the boy, the sword, the body they said was his… all of it cr

CelesteI woke before sunrise, my mind restless as always. The memories I had explored with Lyra were still fresh, replaying in fragments like a broken mirror. Each reflection showed me a piece of the truth, but the image was still jagged, incomplete. I needed to see more. I needed to understand fully.Lyra was already waiting for me, as she always was, sitting at the table with her notes spread out. Her calm presence gave me a small measure of comfort, though the tightness in my chest did not ease.“Good morning, your Majesty,” she said softly, giving me a gentle nod. “Did you sleep at all?”I shook my head, rubbing my eyes. “Not really. I kept seeing… everything again. The boy, the battlefield, Edgar watching. I couldn’t stop it.”Lyra sighed, picking up a notebook. “Memories like these… they do not rest easy. But we can continue. We can see more today. Step by step.”I nodded. I trusted her, and I knew she was right. I could not force the memories. I could not rush them. I had to f

CelesteThe morning light filtered through the tall windows of the east wing, painting the library in muted gold. I woke with a sense of unease, my chest still tight from the memories Lyra had helped me uncover the night before. My mind spun with fragments, lingering images of the boy, the battlefield, and Edgar’s quiet presence across the years. Every flash left me restless, uncertain, and strangely alert.Lyra was already waiting for me, standing by the windows with a stack of notebooks in her hands. She glanced at me with that calm, measured look she always wore, like she could see straight into the storms inside me.“You are up early,” she said softly, setting the notebooks on the table. “Did you sleep?”I shook my head. “Rested… a little. But my mind won’t stop. I keep thinking of him… Edgar. Everything he has done, everything he’s watched, and all the secrets he has kept. I can’t… I can’t process it fully.”Lyra nodded, walking slowly toward me. “I understand. It’s heavy, what y

Celeste The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the east wing, painting the library in muted gold. I woke with a sense of unease, my chest still tight from the memories Lyra had helped me uncover the night before. My mind spun with fragments, lingering images of the boy, the battlefield, and Edgar’s quiet presence across the years. Every flash left me restless, uncertain, and strangely alert. Lyra was already waiting for me, standing by the windows with a stack of notebooks in her hands. She glanced at me with that calm, measured look she always wore, like she could see straight into the storms inside me. “You are up early,” she said softly, setting the notebooks on the table. “Did you sleep?” I shook my head. “Rested… a little. But my mind won’t stop. I keep thinking of him… Edgar. Everything he has done, everything he’s watched, and all the secrets he has kept. I can’t… I can’t process it fully.” Lyra nodded, walking slowly toward me. “I understand. It’s heavy,

Celeste Edgar raised a brow at me as if to ask if I thought he was stupid or something.“Well, I'm going to bed. I have had a long day.” I smiled. His eyes narrowed further, but I pretended not to notice. I took off my cloak, hung it and then began to slowly unravel my dress.I heard him walking towards me, his strides deliberate and laced with warning.He leaned against my ear, and whispered.“If I find out that you've let another man touch you, I'll kill him in front of you then feed to the wild wolves.”My breath hitched. His words should have disgusted me instead it aroused me to a point where I could hardly breathe.“Edgar.” I whispered.I took in a breath as his hands wrapped around my neck.“You smell good “ he whispered, making me whimper.“Take your clothes off.”“No.” I said but the words came out like a plea, a prayer even.I tried to resist as always, but it was almost a waste of my time because I could never resist him as much as I wanted, and I hated myself for it.“No