Todos os capítulos de Alpha Ethan: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Liana’s POVEthan stills. I prop myself on my elbows. There’s a long jagged scar across my waist and torso where James sank his teeth into me. The skin around it is red, but it must look a lot better than it did only hours ago when I was bleeding on the grass.I should be worried about it, yet I watch Ethan, fascinated. He looks so intense, so impenetrable. His expression is like stone, and he’s every bit the warrior I first saw at the dog fight in Marius’s castle.The wolf flickers behind his eyes. For a moment, I wonder if he has sensed the change in me—this need.While my anger is mostly directed at Blake for using me as a pawn in his games, Ethan’s seems wholly reserved for his brother. “He will die for this.”It sounds like a promise and it heats my blood more. It’s not just that he cares that I’m hurt—there’s something more primal to it. Possessive. As if he can’t bear that his brother has marked my body.I’m on fire. A furnace.Goddess, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I

Liana's POVThe howl inside me doesn’t fade.It swells—expands—until it feels like my chest can no longer contain it. Power coils through my veins, too vast, too ancient, pressing outward as if my body is nothing more than a fragile vessel meant to shatter.I gasp, clutching Ethan’s shirt as fire races beneath my skin.“Rory,” he murmurs, panic roughening his voice. “Stay with me. Look at me.”I want to.Goddess, I want to anchor myself to him—to his warmth, his steadiness—but the thing waking inside me doesn’t understand anchors. It understands hunger. Dominion. Call and response.My spine arches as pain detonates again, ripping a scream from my throat. The sound reverberates unnaturally, bouncing off the stone walls in waves that make the floor tremble.Then the world explodes.An invisible force slams outward from my body. The bed splinters beneath me. Stone cracks like thin ice. Ethan is hurled backward, his grip tearing away as he crashes into the far wall with a bone-jarring thu

Liana's POVThe border smells like rain, iron, and nerves.I feel it before I see it—the tension humming along the land, vibrating faintly through my bones as if the territory itself is holding its breath. Midnight’s boundary stones rise ahead of us, ancient and scarred, etched with runes worn soft by centuries of weather and blood.They’re waiting.Three dozen wolves stand just beyond the markers, cloaks snapping in the wind, eyes bright with challenge. At their center is Alpha Roderic of Black Hollow—broad-shouldered, silver-threaded hair bound at his nape, his posture deliberately relaxed.A calculated insult.Ethan slows beside me, every inch of him coiled and ready. Blake flanks my other side, silent and sharp-eyed, already reading the battlefield.“They shouldn’t have crossed,” Ethan mutters.“They crossed because they wanted me to come,” I reply quietly.And I did.The moment my boots touch the border stone, the land reacts.Not violently—recognition. A subtle shift, like a spi

Liana's POVThey arrive without crossing the border.I feel them before any horn sounds, before any scout cries warning. The forest goes unnaturally still, as if every living thing has been commanded to hold its breath. The threads of awareness stretching from me tighten—not with fear, but recognition.Old, the presence inside me murmurs.I rise from the council table before anyone else speaks. “They’re here.”Ethan’s head snaps up. “Who?”“The Veiled Court.”Blake is already moving. “Shields up. No one leaves the inner ring.”The wards flare as the final words leave his mouth—ancient sigils igniting along the fortress walls, silver and blue light webbing across stone. Warriors rush to their posts, but there’s a strange hesitation in the air. Not panic.Reverence.The temperature drops.Frost creeps across the windows in delicate patterns, blooming outward like living things. Candles gutter, then burn low and steady with pale, colorless flames.“They’re not attacking,” Fiona whispers.

Liana's POVThe forest does not forget me.By morning, the land feels… altered. Not damaged. Not wounded. Just aware in a way it wasn’t before. As if something has lifted its head and begun to watch back.The Balancer is gone.But the absence it leaves behind is heavy, like the air after lightning.Ethan doesn’t let me out of his sight.He shadows me through the corridors, into the council chamber, even as I try to reassure him with a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Every time a door creaks or a shadow shifts, his wolf rises, hackles bristling beneath his skin.“You can’t keep guarding me like this,” I say quietly as we walk.“I can,” he replies flatly. “And I will.”Blake joins us near the council chamber, his expression drawn. “It’s already moved.”My stomach tightens. “Moved where?”“Not closer,” he says. “Wider.”That’s worse.Inside the chamber, maps cover the table—territory lines, ley paths, old borders etched in ink and blood. Blake taps a mark far to the east.“Two pa