Todos los capítulos de The Demon Alpha’s Kryptonite: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 136

ROMAN I paced outside the Alpha’s study like a caged wolf. Anxiety pressed down on me, leaving me irritated, my temper frayed. Solana and Ambrose had been gone since mid-afternoon. Sunset had arrived, and they were still nowhere to be found. I regret feeling guilty when Solana had snapped at me. Worse, I regretted letting her leave alone without me. I kept telling myself nothing can go wrong. But it’s useless. Everything can go wrong.Tessa leaned against the wall beside me, her arms crossed. She hadn't said much for a while."Where the hell are they?" I growled for the tenth time.Tessa exhaled through her nose. "The crypt isn't that far. Even with his limp, they should've been back by now. Unless..."She didn't finish. She didn't have to.I slammed my fist against the doorframe. Wood splintered. "If he's laid one finger on her—"The sound of quick footsteps cut me off.Maya appeared at the end of the corridor, her shawl slipping off one shoulder, her hair wild. Her grey eyes

SOLANA I was seven months pregnant now. I moved slower these days, but I wouldn't have traded the heaviness for anything. Our baby kicked lazily against my ribs as if agreeing.Roman sat across from me at the low table we'd dragged near the fireplace, his long legs stretched out, his bare feet crossed at the ankles.He wore loose white linen trousers and one of his favourite white shirts with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top three buttons undone. His dark hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, catching the light. A few strands clung to his face.He looked... breathtaking. So freaking beautiful.The war was over now. The palace felt like a home now, instead of a fortress. And here he was—my husband, my Alpha, my Roman—hunched over a piece of paper with a pen gripped like it was a weapon.His handwriting was, objectively, terrible.I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing as he scratched out another line, frowned, then scratched it out again so h

SOLANA The dining room was especially lively today. Laughter echoed off the walls, filling the space with joy. It was Roman's birthday, his first since the demon's curse had lifted, since the war had ended, since our world had finally begun to heal. I sat at his right, my hand resting on his thigh under the table, feeling the steady warmth of him. My belly was enormous now, nine months heavy with our child, but tonight I felt light. Roman was all smiles, his green eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned back in his chair, looking every bit like the king he was. Happy and whole. Across from us, Tara cradled her little baby, Samara. The baby cooed softly, her tiny fists waving as Tara bounced her gently on her knee. Nigel sat beside her, his massive frame softened by the way he gazed at them both, like they were his entire universe. Hawke lingered at the end of the table, quieter than the rest, but even he managed a grin when Samara let out a delighted squeal. Kamala had l