Todos los capítulos de MY EX BETRAYED ME, SO I SEDUCED HIS ALPHA UNCLE: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

SELA’S PLACE (DAY 2) The sharp sound of whistling cut through the quiet house, high and piercing. It wasn’t a tune, just one long, steady blow. Ashera stepped out of her room, blinking against the bright morning light spilling through the windows. Nia followed right behind her, hair sticking up in every direction. Eron came next, his shirt still half-buttoned, looking as though the sound had dragged him straight from his bed. All three of them stopped when they saw Sela standing at the end of the corridor. The whistle in her hand gleamed in the light, and she was still blowing it with a look of complete calm. When they had all gathered, Sela stopped. The sudden silence felt almost louder than the whistle had been. She didn’t say a word, just looked at them one by one with unreadable eyes, then turned and walked away without explanation. Nia groa

Finally, Sela gave a single, slow nod. “That’s alright,” she said, her tone calm but holding a hint of warmth. “Like he mentioned, we can continue our training another time. And perhaps…” Her voice faded, as if she was holding back words she didn’t want to say just yet. Then, without warning, Sela’s hand moved toward her neck. The motion was small, almost casual, but it caught Ashera’s full attention. Her eyes followed the slow, graceful way Sela’s fingers slid along her collarbone until they reached the back of her neck. There, resting against her skin, was a thin silver chain, one Ashera had noticed before but never thought much about. Sela always wore it, as if it was a part of her. With a quiet click, the clasp came undone, and the chain slid free,

Darius stood in front of the tall mirror, carefully adjusting the collar of his shirt. His reflection looked calm, controlled, as it always did, but inside, he felt the opposite. He had not rested well last night. His mind had been too full, circling the same thoughts again and again. There had been moments where his hand nearly reached for the phone, tempted to call Ashera. The thought of hearing her voice had almost been enough to ease the tension in his chest. But then he had stopped himself. If he called her, she would ask questions. She would notice the strain in his tone, the unusual urgency. And Ashera… she was clever. She would pick apart his words until she uncovered the truth. He could not allow that. Not yet. No, it would be better to wait. To have her brought to him first, where she would be safe and where he could explain everything face to face. He wanted her close before he told her why he had cance

The words came out soft, almost sorrowful, but the look in his eyes betrayed him. There was no grief there, only challenge, only a twisted delight at pushing boundaries. Darius’s jaw tightened, his chest rising with slow, controlled breaths. For a moment, it looked like he would turn away, but instead, he stepped forward. The sound of his boots striking the floor echoed sharply. He closed the distance between them until barely an inch of air separated them. His voice lowered to a dangerous rumble, the kind of voice that carried the weight of authority no one dared question.  “For you, it might be three days,” he said, each word deliberate and heavy. “Three days to figure it out. But for me…” His eyes darkened, a shadow passing over them like an approaching sto

His lips curved into something between a sigh and a smirk, his voice carrying the perfect edge of reluctant sincerity. “Alright,” he said at last, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. “I was always going to make you my Luna. Not Ashera. I don’t want a woman who doesn’t want me. I want one who does. You, not her. But I’ll need her location. Darius doesn’t know yet, if I have her or not.” A slow, satisfied smile curved Lyria’s lips. Her eyes glimmered with triumph letting the tension hang in the room. Then, gracefully she walked back to the vanity. At the vanity, she picked up her phone, her reflection staring back at her with the same smug confidence that radiated from her in person. Her fingers tapped the screen with ease, sending a message. Evan’s phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand. He snatched it up, unlocking it almost instinctively. The image that app