Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forgotten Mate: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Aeliana's POV All I can see is a woman with kind eyes singing me to sleep, her voice terrible but filled with love. Strong arms lifting me high, and a man's laughter as he swung me around. Running through palace corridors, with a wooden sword too big for my small hands. My mother's voice reading from ancient texts, explaining magic I couldn't understand but listened to anyway. My father teaching me to track, to hunt, to understand the natural world. Twenty years of locked memories were flooding back, and it was overwhelming, beautiful, and agonizing all at once. "Aeliana?" Caelan's voice cut through the chaos in my mind. "What's happening? Your eyes are—" "The bloodline connection," Theron said with awe in his voice. "The Entity power is using it as a conduit. It's not just healing the Queen—

Aeliana's POVHis wolf tore through the doorway with a roar that shook the walls and sent the soldiers scattering in different directions. Their suppression weapons are suddenly useless against wolves they'd been assured couldn't shift.I can feel Caelan's wolf emerge as well.The battle turned in seconds.Wolves poured through the doorway, not just our team, but support forces from outside who'd been held back by the suppression field. David's wolf, followed by pack warriors who'd been waiting for an opening. Even some of Sienna's Clearwater wolves are honoring their Alpha's commitment to this rescue.The corridor became a war zone of fangs and claws, with Council soldiers retreating before the supernatural onslaught they'd thought was impossible."Aeliana." My mother's weak voice pulled my attention back. "That was... remarkable. But also incredibly dangerous. The Entity's power—""Is doing exactly what I need it to," I said, though I could feel the strain. Maintaining the healing c

Caelan's POVThe Clearwater medical bay was smaller than our facilities at home but well-equipped and staffed with capable healers. They moved with practiced efficiency, separating the three critical patients into different rooms while I stood in the hallway feeling utterly useless.Aldric's vehicle arrived minutes later, followed by our remaining support forces. The Guard Captain looked like he'd aged ten years in the last hour...covered in blood and battle damage, but his eyes were focused and clear."Status?" he asked immediately."Queen is critical and being treated now. King is weak but walking. Aeliana is unconscious from Entity depletion. " I ran a hand through my hair. "We made it out, but at significant cost.""Vehicle three crew made it to the fallback point," Aldric reported. "They are injured but alive. Sienna's pack extracted them during the border engagement.""For now," I repeated. "They'll be back. We just humiliated them by extracting prisoners from their most secure

Aeliana’s POVThe room still smelled faintly of antiseptic and old stone, even though we’d moved my parents to the safest guest suite in the pack house. They looked thinner than the memory I’d recovered, but their eyes, those same warm, steady eyes, were the same ones that had sung me lullabies when I was four.Dad sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mom’s hand like he was afraid the Council might snatch her away again if he let go. Mom kept smiling at me, small and tired, but real.“You built something beautiful,” Dad said quietly after I’d finished telling them everything—about Caelan, the pack, the battles, and the life I’d carved out without them. “A home. A mate. A purpose. All without ever knowing who you really were.”I shook my head. “I’m not the princess of Silverwood anymore. I’m Luna here. That’s who I chose.”Mom reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You’re both, little star. Luna and the princess. Mate and heir. Those pieces don’t cancel each other out.”

Aeliana’s POVThe bunker is cold, quiet, and suffocating.Deep inside the mountain, with a protective ward humming around me, I’m supposed to feel safe. Instead, I feel caged. Every distant explosion vibrates through the rock and into my bones. Through our mindlink, Caelan is a steady, burning presence on the front line. He is focused, lethal, and terrified for the baby and me.I hate this.Mara sits across from me, calm as ever, holding out a plate of food. “Eat, Luna. The baby needs it even if you don’t feel hungry.”My stomach growls traitorously. I pick at the bread and cheese, my eyes glued to the tactical display Theron rigged. “They’re going to hit the eastern approach hard,” I murmur. “Dad thinks so, too.”Mara nods. “He’s baiting them. Letting them commit before springing the trap.”Pride flickers through my worry. My father, even after twenty years in chains, is still the only strategist I know.Another boom rocks the mountain. It feels closer this time.Mara’s face tighten