Todos los capítulos de Alpha Rex.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Rex rarely slept deeply.Even now, with the stronghold quiet and the night deceptively calm, his body stayed half-alert. Years of leadership did that to a wolf. To an Alpha.But tonight, exhaustion had finally dragged him under.Isabella lay awake beside him.Moonlight spilled across the bed in pale silver bands, catching the sharp line of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. One arm was stretched loosely across the mattress — not touching her, but close enough that she could feel the warmth of him.She watched him for a long time.Watched the steady rise and fall of his chest.Felt the bond between them humming softly now, calmer than it had been in days.He looked younger like this.Less Alpha of Blackthorn.More just… Rex.And something inside her shifted.Not power.Not the Axis.Something human.He had tied his life to hers without hesitation.Stood between her and the sky itself.And carried the weight of it quietly.Her throat tightened.She moved before s

The sky did not simply crack. It peeled back. From the northern ridge, light tore through the clouds in a jagged seam of silver and violet, like claws dragging across the heavens. Wolves across Blackthorn territory howled in warning. Rex stood at the edge of the courtyard balcony, the wind snapping against his dark shirt, eyes locked on the horizon. Beside him, Isabella felt the Axis hum. Focused. “It’s not attacking,” she whispered. “Not yet,” Ash muttered from behind them, one hand pressed to his temple as he held a mind-link with the scouts. “They say the air feels… wrong. Like pressure before a storm.” Kael strode forward, jaw tight. “Give the order.” Rex didn’t look away from the rift. “Perimeter formation. No one engages unless I say so.” Below, warriors moved like a living machine. Silent, efficient and deadly. Isabella swallowed. The energy beyond the ridge pulsed again. Closer. Heavy. Ancient. And familiar. Her breath caught. “It’s looking for me.” Rex’s head sn

Morning came too quickly. Blackthorn didn’t wake gently anymore. There was no slow stirring, no relaxed patrol changes, no laughter drifting from the kitchens. Every movement carried urgency now. Wolves trained harder. Guards doubled their routes. Messengers ran instead of walked. Thirty days had turned time into something sharp. Isabella stood on the balcony outside Rex’s chambers, watching fog roll through the trees below. The forest looked peaceful from here. Green, endless and untouched. It felt like a lie. Behind her, boots sounded softly against stone. “You haven’t slept,” Rex said. She didn’t turn. “You haven’t either.” A pause. Fair. He joined her at the railing, arms resting beside hers but not touching. The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt… shared. “What’s first?” he asked. She exhaled slowly. “You said the Marsh packs remember the last correction.” Rex nodded. “Crescent Marsh. Smaller territory. Older traditions. They don’t trust Alphas

Morning settled slowly over Blackthorn. Sunlight filtered through the tall pine trees surrounding the stronghold, casting long golden lines across the training grounds. Wolves moved through their usual routines—sparring, running patrols, sharpening blades but the tension from the previous days had softened. Not gone. Just… managed. Isabella stood near the edge of the field, arms folded loosely as she watched two younger wolves practicing hand-to-hand combat. They were laughing. Actually laughing. For a moment she let herself focus on that instead of cosmic Wardens, rifts in the sky, or the weight of whatever the Axis was becoming inside her. “Enjoying the show?” She turned. Ash approached with two cups of steaming tea. He handed one to her without asking. “You look like someone trying to remember what normal feels like,” he added. She took the cup, grateful for the warmth. “Does it show that clearly?” Ash smiled faintly. “Only to people who’ve done the same thing.” She s

The morning at Blackthorn came quietly. For once, there were no raised voices in the courtyard. No messengers riding in with bad news. No alarms echoing through the tall pines surrounding the pack lands. Just wind. It moved through the trees like a soft whisper, rustling the leaves and brushing against the stone walls of the packhouse. Inside one of the upper rooms, Isabella sat by the window with her knees drawn to her chest. She had been awake for hours. Sleep had been impossible after the previous night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes of it again, Alpha Thane’s cold smile, the tension between him and Kaelen, the feeling of being caught between forces she didn’t fully understand. She exhaled slowly. Below the window, pack members moved through their morning routines. Warriors sparred in the training ring, their movements sharp and controlled. A group of younger wolves ran laps along the outer path. Life went on. And yet everything felt like it was hanging