Todos os capítulos de Alpha Ethan: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Liana’s POVThe dreams begin before night fully falls.They slip in with the dusk, riding the long shadows as the sun bleeds out behind the trees. Wolves startle awake one by one, breath hitching, eyes too bright. No screams. No thrashing. Just a sharp intake of air, as if they’ve surfaced too quickly from deep water.By the time darkness settles, I can feel them through the pack bond—fractured impressions, half-formed images bleeding together without context or permission.Stone corridors that breathe.Chains etched into moonlight, glowing faintly as if remembering hands that once held them.A sky without stars, except for one silver-black burn at its center.I sit in the clearing with Ethan beside me, his presence a steady anchor against the rising unease. The Crown hums constantly now, not loud, not frantic, but alert in a way that prickles at the edges of my awareness. It knows something is changing.It knows it’s losing control.“They’re spreading,” Blake says quietly, watching a

Liana’s POVWe don’t walk to the border.We run.The forest blurs past in streaks of shadow and silver as the pack fans out instinctively, moving with lethal precision born of panic and practice. Roots tear themselves from the earth to clear our path. Branches bend away without being touched. Midnight is helping us now—not obeying, not commanding, but reacting.The Crown hums violently, struggling to reassert control as speed fractures concentration. Every stride sends a jolt of pain through my skull, like my thoughts are trying to outrun themselves.“Almost there!” Ethan shouts over the roar of wind.I don’t answer. I can’t. The pressure building ahead of us is a physical thing now, dense enough to taste. Iron. Cold rain. Static crawling over my skin.The border snaps into view without warning.There’s no wall. No line.Just a wrongness—a seam in reality where Midnight’s rules knot and strain, barely holding shape. The trees here are frozen mid-sway, leaves suspended as if time itsel

Liana’s POVThere’s no victory lull.The dust from the creature hasn’t even finished dissolving before the faultline inside me flares again—hot, sharp, urgent. The Reverent doesn’t warn this time.It pulls.I stagger forward as the border screams, the stabilized seam buckling under sudden pressure from a dozen directions at once. Midnight shudders like a living thing struck too hard, too fast.“They’re coming,” I gasp.Ethan is already moving, barking orders as wolves snap into formation. “Defensive ring! No one crosses the line without my word!”The pack obeys instantly—but I feel the fear riding their bonds, multiplying with every heartbeat. Fear feeds what’s out there.And whatever answered the scout’s failure?It’s hungry.The air fractures.Not one tear.Many.Reality splits open in jagged slashes along the border, shadows pouring through like spilled ink. They aren’t uniform—some crawl, some slither, some unfold themselves into wrong, angular shapes that scrape at the mind when

Liana’s POVDarkness isn’t absence.It’s weight.I come back to myself beneath it, crushed under layers of cold pressure that press against my skin, my lungs, my thoughts. Every breath feels borrowed. Every heartbeat echoes too loud, too slow, like something else is counting them with me.The first thing I feel isn’t pain.It’s fur.Coarse. Warm. Matted with blood.My cheek is pressed against a massive shoulder, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The scent hits me next—iron, pine sap, wet earth, and wolf. So much wolf it almost overwhelms me.I open my eyes.Moonlight bleeds through a shattered canopy overhead, staining the clearing in deep crimson. The moon is wrong tonight—too large, too close, its light distorted by drifting shadows that move against the wind.A blood moon.My stomach twists.I try to move and fail. Strong limbs tighten around me, a low warning growl vibrating through the body beneath mine.“Easy,” a voice rumbles—not spoken, but felt. You are alive becau

Liana’s POVThe Hunt doesn’t wait for daylight.It creates its own.The moment Gravehowl’s howl finishes tearing the sky apart, the world lurches into motion. Wolves surge past me in a living tide—muscle, fur, scars, eyes burning with purpose older than fear. The ground thrums beneath our feet, ley lines flaring like veins as Midnight reshapes itself to carry us.Run.The command isn’t spoken.It doesn’t need to be.I move before I realize I’ve shifted, bones snapping and stretching as fur ripples across my skin. Pain flares bright and sharp—but beneath it, exhilaration ignites. The faultline inside me stabilizes, power flowing cleanly now, distributed through the Hunt rather than tearing me apart.I hit the ground running.Ethan is at my side instantly, his massive form keeping pace with mine without effort. He glances at me mid-stride, eyes bright with feral pride. “You’re fast.”I bare my teeth in a grin. “You’re slowing me down.”He laughs—a sharp, breathless sound—and pushes hard