Todos os capítulos de Alpha Ethan: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Liana's POVI don’t wake up.I surface.Slowly, painfully, as if I’ve been dragged up from deep water where the pressure crushed my ribs and the dark felt endless. Sensation returns in fragments—weight, warmth, ache. My body feels wrong, heavy and light all at once, like it no longer fits the shape it’s meant to occupy.My first coherent thought is Ethan.I reach for him instinctively—and find him.His arms are locked around me, solid and unyielding, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Relief punches through my chest so hard it steals my breath.“You’re here,” I whisper.He exhales shakily, his grip tightening. “I’m not going anywhere.”Good.Because something inside me is missing.Not gone—changed. Like a bone that healed crooked after a break. The Crown is still there, but it no longer presses. No commands. No demands. Just a quiet, resonant awareness humming beneath my skin, like an instrument waiting to be played.I hate how empty that feels.“How long?” I murmur.“Two days,” Eth

Liana's POVThe betrayal doesn’t come with a roar.It comes with silence.I feel it first as absence—a hollow place where certainty should be. The Crown doesn’t warn me. It doesn’t flare or hum or press against my skin. It simply… goes quiet, like a held breath that never releases.That alone terrifies me.I’m still awake when it happens, seated at the edge of my bed, staring at the faint glow of moonlight along the floor. Sleep hasn’t come easily since the summit. Every sound feels loaded. Every shadow feels like it might move.Ethan is nearby—too alert to truly rest, pretending he is for my sake. I can hear his breathing from the adjoining chamber, steady but shallow.Then the land slips.Not violently. Not enough to trigger alarms.Just enough.My hand curls into the blanket.Someone is touching the Crown.I’m on my feet instantly.The hallway is empty when I step out, torchlight flickering softly against stone. No raised voices. No running guards. Whoever it is knows exactly how n

Liana's POVThe shard doesn’t glow.It howls.Not with sound—but with pressure, with wrongness, with a shrill absence that tears through my senses like claws dragged across bone. The instant the Unbound woman reveals it, the world tilts violently. The trees around us shudder, bark splitting as roots wrench against stone, and the ground beneath my boots ripples like water struck by a hammer.The Crown recoils.Not pain.Fear.It slams into me all at once—raw, panicked, disoriented. My knees buckle before I can stop it, and Ethan’s arm snaps around my waist, hauling me upright as a snarl rips from his chest.“Put it away,” he growls, teeth flashing beneath his skin. “Now.”The woman doesn’t flinch.She watches me instead.Not him.Me.Her eyes narrow slightly, something sharp and satisfied flickering across her expression.“So,” she murmurs. “It really does unsettle you.”I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stand despite the roaring in my head. “What is that?”“A scar,” she replies calml

Liana’s POVThe Crown does not ask for my consent.The instant the understanding settles into me—that the presence beyond Midnight moves through recognition, through bonds rather than distance—the Crown reacts like a living thing that has finally identified its predator. Power surges up my spine with brutal force, knocking the breath from my lungs as my vision fractures into white-hot shards.Midnight answers.Not with sound. With definition.The land folds inward, not shrinking but sharpening, every boundary snapping into place with terrifying precision. Inside becomes absolute. Outside becomes irrelevant. I feel it ripple through soil and root, through stone and stream, through every living thing that has ever called this territory home.My knees buckle.Ethan is there instantly, arm iron around my waist, hauling me upright as if the ground itself is trying to swallow me. His growl tears free, raw and furious, vibrating through his chest—not at me, never at me, but at the invisible

Liana’s POVThey arrive at dawn, when Midnight is caught between breaths.The forest parts without a sound—no snapping twigs, no rustle of leaves. One moment the trees stand shoulder to shoulder, and the next there is a path where there wasn’t one before, opened not by force but by familiarity.The Unbound step through.There are six of them today. Men and women, faces calm, eyes sharp, movements so synchronized it’s unnerving. They don’t look at the pack first. They don’t look at Ethan.They look at me.Recognition without submission.The Crown reacts immediately, a low warning hum along my spine, but I hold it still with effort. If I let it surge now, the cost will be more than I can afford.The woman from before inclines her head slightly. “You held the lock.”“Barely,” I say.Her lips curve—not quite a smile. “Barely is enough.”Ethan steps half a pace in front of me, shoulders squared, his presence a physical barrier. The Unbound don’t react. Their attention never wavers from me,