Todos os capítulos de Lycan's Mate : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

*Starblood pack—The Alpha's Chamber*The morning sun spilled gently across the furs, filling the room with warmth.Crystal stirred beneath the sheets, her body aching not from pain but from the beautiful, sacred intensity of the night before.She reached out, her fingertips brushed warm skin.Ryder.He lay beside her, shirtless and still, his arm around her waist. His eyes, though closed, fluttered faintly, as if he were already half awake.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep.“I am,” she whispered with a small smile.He shifted, pulling her closer. “I was afraid last night was a dream.”Her fingers moved over his marked chest, tracing the golden lines that shined faintly. “If it was, then we dreamt it together.”Ryder opened his eyes, golden and soft now, filled with reverence. “I marked you, Crystal. And I’ve never felt more whole.”“I felt it too,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Like something inside me cracked open and finally… finally spoke.”She paused, a c

*Star Blood Pack — Training Grounds* The clang of metal echoed through the morning. Warriors moved in organized formation, claws slicing through the air in rhythm, yet tension threaded between each breath they took. Luca stood near the sparring ring, arms folded tightly. His gaze flicked from warrior to warrior, sharp and calculating. From the eastern gate, Ryder emerged cloaked in black and silver. “Report.” Luca stepped forward and handed over a sealed scroll. “Two border patrols haven’t returned. We sent scouts at dawn. No word yet.” Ryder’s brow furrowed, his fingers tightening around the scroll. “They’re moving faster than we thought.” “And this..” Luca lowered his voice, pulling a folded parchment from inside his armor. “We found it beneath one of Queen Elira’s handmaidens’ beds. Coded in symbols I’ve only seen on witchbound contracts.” Ryder’s gaze sharpened. “Decode it and do it quietly. If the Queen’s sending messages beyond our borders, I want to know who’s listening.

*Star Blood Pack — The Luna’s Chambers* Crystal collapsed to her knees, her throat dry. The crimson moon hung low outside, its light stained the shattered garden with a dark omen. The once-vibrant moonflowers were now blackened husks. The wind whispered secrets she dared not understand, and the pendant’s faint flicker was something unnatural. Her trembling fingers reached for the velvet box, heart hammering wildly beneath her ribs. “The crown is your cage”. The voice echoed in her mind coldly and more calculating. The weight of the words were suffocating. Chills crawled through her veins, threatening to unravel her sanity. She barely noticed the soft knock on her chamber door. “Crystal?” The voice was steady and calm, a beacon cutting through the storm. She looked up to see Ryder slipping inside, his golden eyes immediately searching hers. He wore a heavy cloak, but his presence filled the room with warmth. “Are you okay,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him. “

*Starblood pack — Eastern battlefield*The second wave had begun.The undead wolves returned, this time with larger beasts among them. Creatures with horns. Others fused with bone armor. Some had two heads. One dragged a chain of skulls behind it as it moved, its breath clouding like winter.But the pack was ready.Crystal led from the front, eyes glowing and her magic rippling. She carved paths of flame, her power no longer flickering but steady and rooted.She didn’t hesitate while moving. A blur of silver and flame. Each time her palms rose, fire came out to the air in arcs. Not wild, but precise, controlled.Beside her, Ryder fought like the storm itself.His claws slashed through one undead wolf after another, black blood staining the soil. His growls became commands. His fury was silent but brutal. Sharp, precise and relentless.Ato

*Starblood Pack — Healer’s Wing, Hours After the Lightstorm*The halls were too quiet. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that followed ruin. Edwin stood by the open window, the wind brushing past his face. His fingers curled around the stone window, the surface still warm from its echo.He had not said much since Crystal collapsed. He had not needed to. His silence was not grief. He was calculating, watching and waiting.“She burned brighter than she should have,” he murmured, more to the wind than the young healer hovering nervously behind him.Sarah lingered near the doorway, arms crossed tightly. “What does that even mean?”Edwin’s staff tapped the stone floor once.“It means the seal I feared has cracked and something is out.”She stared at him, uncertain whether to press for more but he was already walking away, his long cloak swis