Todos os capítulos de Mated Twice: A Wolf’s Dilemma: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Far away from the cavern where Racheal fought to keep Lucas alive, the hunter stood in the shadow of an ancient pine. The forest around him was silent, unnaturally so. Even the owls, the night’s usual guardians, dared not hoot. The crimson moonlight washed over his mask, illuminating the strange markings etched into its surface.He wasn’t angry.He was smiling beneath the mask.“They don’t even realize what she is yet,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with cruel amusement. His gloved hand toyed with a shard of obsidian—an artifact that pulsed faintly in response to his words. “The girl thinks she’s saving them. All she’s doing is unlocking herself… piece by piece.”From the shadows behind him, another figure emerged, cloaked in black. Smaller, quicker, like an apprentice or servant. Their voice trembled with unease. “She channeled it again, didn’t she? The dual aura—the crimson and the gold. That kind of power shouldn’t even exist. If the elders find out we’re tampering with this

The first streaks of dawn had only begun to pale the sky when they left the cavern. The air was damp, the forest cloaked in mist that hung low, curling around the roots and branches like a living thing. Every step Racheal took sent shivers through her body, not just from exhaustion but from the eerie quiet. The woods, usually alive with bird calls and rustling leaves, seemed to be holding its breath.Damon led the way, his movements sharp and controlled, every sense on high alert. His wolf was restless beneath his skin, itching to break free and patrol the shadows, but he forced it back. He needed his human focus more than raw instinct. Lucas followed close behind, his strength not fully restored, though he tried to mask his stagger with stubborn pride. Racheal stayed between them, one hand brushing Lucas’s arm to steady him when he faltered, the other gripping the dagger Damon had pressed into her palm before they left.“Stay close,” Damon ordered, his voice a low growl. “If you hear

The chains rattled softly as the masked figure’s pale hand stretched toward her, waiting, demanding. The fog thickened until every breath Racheal drew burned her lungs with damp chill. Damon’s growls echoed from where the branches held him pinned, his golden eyes burning with fury and desperation. Lucas clung to her, his body trembling but his grip fierce, as if letting her go would mean surrendering her to the monster.“Choose,” the figure repeated, voice steady, patient, terrifying. “You cannot save them both. You were never meant to. You are the flaw, Racheal—the fracture in the perfect order of the Moon’s design. Come with me, and I will spare them.”Racheal’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might tear free of her chest. Her hands trembled, but somewhere deep within, something stirred—a fire, small but unyielding. She had been hunted, manipulated, cursed, but never once had she chosen for herself. Her life had been a web spun by others, each thread binding her tighter.And sh

The light tore through the forest like a living thing, pure and blinding. The corrupted wolves recoiled, their snarls warping into strangled cries as the glow seared across their twisted fur. The mist burned away in its wake, revealing their bodies convulsing, their blackened veins writhing under the force of it.Racheal’s hands burned white-hot, though no flame touched her skin. She could feel the threads binding her to Damon and Lucas thrumming inside her chest—his strength, his fury, his need to protect; Lucas’s fire, his ruthless precision, his hunger for survival. Both bonds twisted together, coursing through her veins as if her blood had never been her own.She screamed again, but this time it wasn’t fear. It was release.The wave of light exploded outward. The nearest wolf slammed against a tree, its body twitching violently before collapsing into ash. Two more yelped, their forms unraveling into smoke as though they had never been flesh at all.Damon skidded to a halt mid-char

The safehouse by the river was little more than a crumbling cabin swallowed by moss and silence. Its wooden beams creaked with every gust of wind, but for now it was shelter, and shelter was enough. Damon barred the door with a broken plank while Lucas prowled the perimeter, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly in the half-dark.Racheal sat on the floor, her legs folded beneath her, trying to calm the frantic pace of her heartbeat. But her chest was heavy, as though the twin bonds had stitched themselves tighter after the battle. She could feel them both even now—Damon’s strength humming low and steady, Lucas’s sharp fire sparking at the edge of her nerves.It was overwhelming. Addictive. Dangerous.“Close your eyes,” Damon said gently, crouching in front of her. His hand brushed lightly across her knee. “Breathe. Focus only on me. Can you feel my bond?”She obeyed, drawing in a shuddering breath. The golden thread that tied her to him pulsed warm, steady, like sunlight seeping through h