Todos os capítulos de Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride : Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 197

CelesteNight did not arrive cleanly.It slid in under the snow, diluted and cautious, like it knew better than to announce itself. The sky dimmed by degrees, light thinning until shapes mattered more than color. Torches were kept low. Fires stayed banked. Nothing that could be read from below.I walked the line again as evening settled, slower this time. Not inspection—presence. Men straightened when they saw me, not out of fear, but habit. They wanted to be seen. To be counted. I let my eyes meet theirs, one by one. Names surfaced without effort. So did the small things: who favored their left leg, who’d stopped rubbing their hands because the broth had done its job, who was wound tight enough to snap if left alone too long.I paused beside Lysa near the southern brace. She had a clean bandage wrapped around her forearm, blood already seeping through the cloth in faint blooms.“You should’ve been pulled back,” I said.She shrugged with her uninjured shoulder. “It’s shallow.”“It’s

CelesteBy midday, the mountain gave us back our sight but not our certainty.The fog didn’t vanish all at once. It peeled away in reluctant layers, revealing the valley like something waking from a long sleep. Shapes sharpened. Distances returned. The illusion of control came with it.I didn’t trust it.“Too clean,” Mara muttered beside me, echoing the same thought.The enemy had withdrawn just far enough to be seen, not engaged. Lines reforming. Movements deliberate. No wounded left scattered. No panic in their retreat.They were resetting.So were we.“Water first,” I said. “Then rotation. I want fresh eyes on every edge.”The men didn’t argue. They never did anymore. Orders weren’t interruptions now—they were structure. Something to hold onto between impacts.I walked the ridge slowly, not because I needed to inspect it, but because they needed to see me do it.Presence mattered.The southern edge bore the marks of the morning—scuffed ice, shallow gouges, a snapped arrow half-buri

CelesteNight fell hard, wiping the valley from sight.“Now?” Mara asked.I nodded.Torches lit behind the ridge, low and uneven. They threw shadows forward, making us look scattered.“They’ll think we’re loose,” Tomas said.“Let them.”The west moved first. Slow, careful steps. No signals.“Hold,” I said.They hit fast, expecting a weak line.“Lock.”Our shields closed. No panic. No gaps.They pushed. We didn’t meet it head-on. We shifted, turning their force sideways. Their line lost shape and pulled back.A whistle cut through the dark.South.“They’re climbing,” Lysa said.Slower this time. Controlled.I stepped forward just enough to be seen.The first man reached the top and paused. Then moved.Two more followed, spreading out.“Now?” Mara asked.I waited, then gave it.We stepped back a single pace, opening space.They took it.“Close.”The gap vanished. We pressed inward, trapping them tight. No room to move.“Pressure.”We leaned, steady and coordinated. The ground shifted un