Todos os capítulos de My Mate's Father Claimed Me: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

 POV: Kael“The world didn’t end, and that frightened me more than if it had.”I kept waiting for the scream not from the Void or the medallion but from the world itself.After everything that had been torn open, after the child I loved more than my own breath stepped into something ancient and came back altered, I expected the land to answer with fury, earthquakes, fire in the sky, or some unmistakable declaration that we had gone too far.Instead, morning arrived; mist drifted lazily through Mystic Hollows, soft as breath against the trees, and dew clung to leaves, the wards hummed low and steady, unchanged. A raven landed on the old stone marker near the eastern path, cocked its head, and began to preen its feathers as if nothing in existence had shifted.That silence crawled under my skin.Kenny stood in the training clearing with his feet bare against the ground, he had ins

 POV: Kenny“Why does everyone look sad when I feel okay?”I asked it quietly at first, because quiet questions feel safer, nobody answered.Mama sat by the window with her back straight and her hands wrapped around a cup she was not drinking from. Papa stood near the doorway, arms crossed, staring at the place where the trees met the sky. Grandma Miranda had gone very still in her chair, the way she did when she was listening to things that were not in the room.The house breathed around us. I could feel it now, the walls humming softly, the floor steady beneath my feet. Everything felt… present.I was the only one who felt normal.I slid off the chair and padded across the floor, the boards warm under my toes. I stopped in the middle of the room and tried again.“Did I do something wrong?”Mama turned so fast her chair scraped the stone floor

 POV: Kael“Power always demands an audience.”“You will not see my son.” The words left my mouth steady, measured, stripped of threat, yet the council chamber reacted as if I had drawn a blade, stone groaning beneath ancient feet. The braziers lining the circular hall flared, then dimmed, their fire bowing instinctively to tension older than politics even the mountain seemed to inhale.For a heartbeat, no one spoke.I stood at the center of the council ring, cloak heavy on my shoulders, the weight of my name pressing into my spine. This hall had judged kings, ended wars, rewritten borders, It had never been kind to men who loved their children too fiercely.I felt the land beneath me respond, familiar but altered. Since Kenny returned from the Void, the Alpha bond no longer flowed through me the same way. It did not weaken but it shifted like a river choosing a new course without as

 POV: Kael“Power always demands an audience.”“You will not see my son.” The words left my mouth steady, measured, stripped of threat, yet the council chamber reacted as if I had drawn a blade, stone groaning beneath ancient feet. The braziers lining the circular hall flared, then dimmed, their fire bowing instinctively to tension older than politics even the mountain seemed to inhale.For a heartbeat, no one spoke.I stood at the center of the council ring, cloak heavy on my shoulders, the weight of my name pressing into my spine. This hall had judged kings, ended wars, rewritten borders, It had never been kind to men who loved their children too fiercely.I felt the land beneath me respond, familiar but altered. Since Kenny returned from the Void, the Alpha bond no longer flowed through me the same way. It did not weaken but it shifted like a river choosing a new course without asking permissi

 POV: Aiden“Maps don’t include places that aren’t supposed to survive.”The insult didn’t come with a roar, It came quietly, slipped into the air like a blade meant to cut deep rather than loud.“Who knows,” the wolf said, voice carrying just far enough for others to hear, “if all of this isn’t your fault.”I turned slowly.He was younger than me, broader in the shoulders than the average scout, eyes sharp with the kind of resentment that grows when fear has nowhere to go.Around us, the courtyard of Mystic Hollows hummed with low conversation, training clatter, the everyday sounds of a pack trying very hard to pretend the world wasn’t shifting under its feet.“What did you say?” I asked.He scoffed. “You heard me or maybe you didn’t. You’ve always been good at ignoring outcomes and consequences.”A few wolves nearby stiffened, and someone muttered