Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA'S BETRAYAL: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The night split with howls.Not the kind of howls that marked hunting or victory. These were sharp, violent — the sound of wolves tearing at each other’s throats.I pressed myself against the locked door, nails digging into the wood, straining to hear through the chaos.Boots thundered down the stairs. Shouts cracked the air. Steel clashed, wolves snarled. And underneath it all, the bond burned hotter, dragging me toward the monster I had once loved.Lars.My wolf whimpered, torn between craving and terror. The chain between us thrummed with his nearness, as if he had his fist wrapped around it, tugging, yanking me toward him.Don’t answer. Don’t you dare answer.I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pull only sharpened. My breath came in sharp bursts, each inhale shaking.A roar shook the house. Not Lars. Carlos.I stumbled back from the door, pulse wild.OutsideCarlos’s boots slid in the mud as he met the force of Lars’s strike. Claws scraped sparks against steel as he deflected, twisti

The room was too quiet once Carlos left me alone again.Too quiet, too heavy.I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, counting the faint cracks in the plaster as though they could hold me together. But they didn’t. Nothing could drown out the pull inside my chest. The cursed bond that refused to die.Even in sleep, Lars’s voice haunted me. His scent still lingered in my memory like smoke I couldn’t wash off. My wolf howled for him, even after he had betrayed me, even after Carlos’s words cut that truth deeper.I pressed my palms against my chest, as if I could smother the bond where it burned. But it only clawed harder, reminding me that I wasn’t free.And then there was Carlos.His voice wouldn’t leave me either.He killed her. My mother.The look in his eyes when he said it — rage wrapped in grief, guilt rooted so deep it poisoned every breath he took. I could still see the tremor in his hand when I reached for him, the way he recoiled like my touch would ruin him.I turned on my s

The air shifted before the horns went silent.I could feel him. Not in my body, not in my bones—but deeper, like a thread had been yanked tight inside me. My chest seized, every breath catching as if the bond itself wanted to drag me toward the gates.Lars.I clutched the edge of the table, willing my knees to hold me. Carlos’s command still rang in my ears. Don’t move. No matter what you hear. No matter what you feel.The door slammed open. Two guards barreled inside, faces pale, blood dripping down their arms.“They’ve breached the outer ring!” one panted. “Alpha, they—”He stopped when he saw me instead of Carlos.“Get out,” I whispered. My voice cracked. “Find him. Help him.”They hesitated, then fled again, the sound of their boots fading down the hall.I sank into the chair, pressing both palms to my temples. I should have been running, hiding. Instead, I sat there, waiting, trembling with the bone-deep knowledge that Lars was here. That he was close. That he would smell me, fin

Silence pressed against the clearing. No bird sang. No leaf stirred. The forest itself seemed to be holding its breath, waiting. I knelt at the pool, staring at my reflection in the still water. Silver hair fell across my shoulders in waves that caught the moonlight. Golden eyes stared back at me, glowing with an inner fire that had not been there before. It was real. The ritual had changed me.My hands trembled as I touched my face, half expecting the reflection to shatter like a dream. But the skin beneath my fingers felt the same, warm and solid. Only everything else had transformed. Power hummed beneath my skin, a constant vibration that made my teeth ache. The air tasted different now, sharper, filled with scents I had never noticed before. I could smell the moss on the stones, the minerals in the water, even the lingering traces of magic that clung to the clearing like morning dew.But it wasn't only the reflection that shook me. It was the memories. They had flooded into me dur

The forest was never quiet in Crescent Hollow. It breathed, whispered, watched.That night, I was supposed to be asleep. Instead, I was standing barefoot in the backyard, my nightgown fluttering against my knees, the wind sharp with pine and something electric that made the tiny hairs on my arms rise.My name is Elara Quinn, and until that night, I didn’t believe in monsters.The moon was huge—white and swollen, hanging over the ridge like it had been painted just for me. I’d snuck out because of the dream. For weeks, I’d been seeing the same thing: a pair of gold eyes staring at me through the trees, followed by a low voice whispering my name like it belonged to me.Elara.When I woke, my heart would still be racing, my sheets cold and damp with sweat. I used to laugh about it at first. Now, I wasn’t so sure.Tonight, though, something was different. The forest didn’t just call. It pulled.I took one step toward the treeline. Then another. The air trembled with sound—crickets, rustli