Todos los capítulos de THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Elara’s POVThe note slipped from my fingers and drifted to the floor like a dead leaf.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. My legs felt like lead as I stared at the words, each one pulsing with venom: Not in his room. Not in his arms. Not even in your dreams.The room, once safe and warm, now felt suffocating. The walls closed in; the soft light through the curtains felt like a lie. My heart pounded so hard.How had she found me already?The window.I rushed toward it, pushing the curtain aside. The narrow opening wasn’t wide enough for a person to slip through—but someone had been close enough to deliver the note. I scanned the grounds below but saw nothing except the stillness of the evening. No guards, no shadows, no movement. Just silence.I wanted to scream.Instead, I locked the window and backed away. My breath came in short gasps as I pressed my back against the stone wall. Was this a threat or a warning? Was she nearby, watching? Or was this her way of saying she had people on

Elara’s POVI couldn’t move.The words echoed around me like thunder: “The daughter of a traitor.” And suddenly, the air in the room felt too thick, like I was drowning in it. Tarlok’s eyes were fixed on me, heavy with something I couldn’t decipher—disappointment, perhaps, or betrayal. But the most painful thing was Kael. He was staring at the paper in his hands like it had just confirmed every horrible suspicion in the world.This wasn’t happening. Not again.I’d clawed my way out of the shadows, away from Liora’s twisted games, and now… this?“I don’t understand,” Kael finally spoke, his voice hollow. “Who submitted this?”Tenzin cleared his throat. “It was anonymous, but the Council authenticated it before we could stop the circulation.”I took a step back.“Is it true?” Kael asked, and the way he said it—softly, like the answer might break him—made something twist deep in my gut.I wanted to lie. I wanted to scream. But I’d made a promise to myself: never to lie again. Not to Kael

Elara’s POVMy heart stopped. Everything around me—the marble floor beneath my feet, the weight of the council’s stares, Kael’s presence—blurred into silence. The only thing I could hear was the beat of my pulse hammering in my ears as I stared at the man in front of me.He was tall, lean, and dressed in a long, tattered cloak—the kind that reeked of darkness and secrets. Scars mapped his face like a past written in pain, but his eyes... gods, his eyes. They were the same pale gray. It was the same as my dad’s. That’s what terrified me most.“Hello, daughter,” he repeated, and his voice was smooth, amused, as if this were some game.“I don’t know you,” I whispered, taking a shaky step back. “My father is dead. He was executed by the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.”The man chuckled darkly, the sound echoing off the high ceiling like a bad omen. “That’s the story they fed you. Convenient, isn’t it? A child with no lineage, no one to claim her—easier to manipulate that way.”Kael moved ins

Liora’s POVThe hours crawled by, each one slower than the last. I sat at the edge of my bed, nails digging into my palms, my patience burning out like the candle flickering on the table. Nika had fallen asleep on the chaise, curled up like a lazy cat, her book open across her stomach. How she could sleep right now was beyond me.I couldn’t.Something wasn’t right.I walked to the window and pulled aside the velvet curtain. The grounds were too quiet. The guards moved like normal, but there was tension in their steps. My gut twisted. I’d learned long ago not to ignore that feeling.I turned back into the room just as Nika stirred.“Something’s wrong,” I muttered.She yawned. “Your father’s capable. He’ll be back.”“No,” I snapped. “This feels… different. What if Joe found something? What if someone told him the truth about Elara? Or the spell? Or—”“Liora,” she cut in sharply. “If you keep spiraling, you’ll ruin everything.”I opened my mouth to argue—but the door burst open.I flinch

Kael’s POVThe scent of jasmine clung to the corridors like a stubborn ghost. It followed me everywhere—through the war chamber, into my private study, and even now as I stood at the edge of the courtyard, pretending to inspect the positioning of the guards.But I wasn’t paying attention to the guards. My mind was trapped elsewhere—on her.On Elara.The dinner had been a mistake. I shouldn’t have gone to her room tonight. I shouldn’t have brought the book or let the silence stretch between us like a thread tightening around my throat. But I couldn’t stay away. Every day, I found myself pulled toward her—not just out of obligation or guilt, but something else. Something I didn’t want to name.And yet, as I watched her tonight, saw the questions behind her eyes, I realized she was starting to see through me. She sensed something was wrong. She always did.I clenched my fists, turning back toward the castle. A soft whistle in the trees made me pause. My instincts kicked in—too sharp, too