Todos los capítulos de FALLING FOR THE ALPHA'S SHADOW: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Kairos's POV“Their Alpha is pursuing what is rightfully —and he believes that to be you.”Long before morning, the beautiful sky was burning. A steady and strange light painted the clouds like frozen lightning as the flames ascended from the western forest. Even the wolves in the kernels whined softly, their tails tucked, and the guards murmured uneasily. It wasn't an ordinary fire from this side of the world. The flame pulsed like a heartbeat as I stood on the battlement. With her cloak pulled tight and her gaze focused on the horizon, Seren stood next to me. "They're calling for him," she stated. Her tone was too calm, extremely subdued. “Who is that?”“The Alpha Ravager.” She took a deep breath. “The Chainbearer, as they called him. The person who branded me.”My chest resonated with Marek's growl. "Is he alive?“Not long

Kairos’s POV“She believes that I’m defending the pack. The truth, though, I’m battling for herThe first smell hit first, the harsh , chilly, and stormy perfume of rain.The entire compound was awake by dusk. Silently, warriors armed themselves. The stone walls reverberated with the sound of blades clanging. The air was filled with steady, waiting heartbeats. I could sense him beneath it all.The Chainbearer was a shadow that crawled across the earth, so heavy enough that sir tasted like iron. It was more than simply his strength. He was hungry. He desired Seren.I entered the courtyard after fastening the strap over my armour. Vaughn was barking commands as he waited close to the gate. Rowan examined the bows arranged along the wall. The young ones were well-trained and moved quickly yet silently. They were aware that this might be the final night. Seren was there already.Silver threads wo

Kairos's POV"Some doors wait until you're desperate enough to enter before opening."By dawn, the snow had stopped falling, but the cold persisted. It sank into the walls, the bones, the air. The kind of cold that want deeper, as though the earth itself was holding its breath, rather than biting the skin. Before dawn, we buried the dead. One by one, I uttered their names until my voice broke. Pale but unflappable, Seren stood next to me. She stroked the final stone with her fingers and spoke something in a whisper that I couldn't hear. Then I was staring at the horizon once more, the place where the fires had blazed. The forest appeared typical. However, it wasn't. The silence didn't feel right. With his boots crunching softly in the snow, Rowan came up from behind. "Alpha," he murmured. "Scouts discovered something close to the ridge.""What sort of thing?"He paused. "A door. Or what appears to be one

Kairos's POV"Alphas have no fear, they said. However, I discovered it was untrue after atching her change."After that, the Gate remained motionless, but the surrounding air continued to pulse.Now, each beat seemed heavier and slower, as though it was in time with something or someone. The runes slightly lit each time Seren inhaled.She was bound to it.Long after Silas said it, the word "bridge" kept coming back to me. I wanted to think it was just another one of his riddles, but the evidence was right in front of me: her skin glowed slightly in areas that the firelight couldn't reach, and her pulse flickered silver beneath the veins.I said, "Tell me how to stop this."Silas didn't raise his head. Using his staff, he was drawing a pattern in the snow, each symbol disappering as soon as it appeared. "Alpha, you don't halt a bridge. Either you burn it or you cross it.My jaw tightened. "You're saying I should destroy her."

Chapter Forty-nineKairos’s POVShe is called the "wolf who broke the thread." However, I observed that it actually rewrote her.She didn't wake up for three days.Her pulse, according to the healers, was steady but odd—too deep, too sluggish, as if her heart were pounding to a beat that the rest of us couldn't hear. The Chainbearer's rune was originally on the mark on her wrist, which now gleamed faintly silver beneath her skin.When they believed I couldn't hear, the others whispered. It was described as a blessing by some. The majority referred to it as a curse.I called it unfinished.The courtyard was once more silent. The scars of combat were softened by the lazy flow of snow in the air. I could see the ridge where the Gate used to glow from the tower. Now it was dark. Even so. Not dead, though.Vaughn joined me on the steps, the cold making it difficult for him to breathe. He remarked, "The northern scouts are restless." "They claim to have seen the light from the Gate last nig