Todos los capítulos de The Ruthless Alpha's Dangerous Omega: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

He has dark eyebags, like he didn’t sleep. His hair is disheveled, his clothes rumpled, and his shirt buttoned wrong. “I’m hungry,” I say before he can talk. A bit of light returns to his tired eyes. “I came to call you for breakfast. If you follow me to the dining—” “Will Dorian be there?” He hesitates. “No, just us. I thought you’d be more comfortable without him.” “Yes. I like it that way.” Hearing myself, I quickly correct, “Not that I have a problem with him. I just need space right now.” “Of course. We understand.” As we walk toward the Alpha dining room, Caden keeps stealing glances at me. “You have something to say?” My voice comes out harsher than I mean. He rubs his neck. “Selene, I know you’re angry with me, and you have every right. But that day on the field…” I stiffen. He notices and stops. “I’m sorry.” The sincerity in his voice still stings. Why is he mentioning it again? I sigh, forcing myself to relax. “Let’s just forget it. I forgive you.” He looks at m

Just as he’s about to deepen the kiss, I release his hair from my fingers and push myself out of his arms. He lets me go.I sit back, using my long black hair to cover my breasts. We keep our eyes locked on each other’s faces.His lips twitch, then stretch into a wide smile then a full-blown laugh bursts out of him.I’m startled at the sound, at how beautiful it is. I never thought he was capable of laughing like that.His laugh is infectious, and mine spills out to join it. We keep laughing and laughing. Why? I have no idea.“Our wolves are crazy,” he says, his laughter fading into soft chuckles.I smile as I get up. “Trust me. Ajax is nowhere near as crazy as Nyra.”He rises too, and we fall back into staring at each other.“Race you back to the packhouse?” I say, not waiting for an answer. I take off, and he follows right behind me.We run in human form this time, and I win.By the time we reach the packhouse, it’s already dinner. Caden prepares food for me again. I watch his back

They stand in the middle, the pack forming a tight semicircle around them. They aren’t bound, but they don’t dare run. They know exactly what will happen if they try.Caden and Beta Dorian stand at the forefront.Caden’s voice fills the courtyard, deep and steady with authority. “Weeks ago, there were attacks on our pack that led to the loss of some of our dear ones because some among us were led by pride and greed. Tonight, justice will be served… and by the hands of those who were wronged.”Beta Dorian adds, “The punishment for betrayal to the pack is death.”Before Ryken’s accomplices can even react, the families of the fallen launch at them. The two traitors try to fight back, but they’re outnumbered, overwhelmed instantly. I refuse to look away. Their screams rip through the air as they’re torn apart, limb by limb, until the sound fades into nothing and what remains is just a bloody mess on the ground.Ryken scrambles backward, trembling in fear. Caden turns toward him, and Ryken

My breath seizes. “What do you mean she’s gone?”“I woke up to see her packing her things and rushing. I tried to ask her what happened, but she kept mumbling that the Alpha would kill her. She left without telling me anything,” Lyra says in one breath.I bolt from the room, Lyra right at my heels. We race through the Alpha’s wing and into the center of the packhouse. Lyra’s scent is faint, almost fading. I pause, staring at the door leading out. Where could she have gone? Did she run, thinking Caden might kill her? I swallow hard at the thought.I step outside. The forest looms ahead, darker and more menacing than I’ve ever seen it. If Mira left the borders, she’s exposed, vulnerable to rogue attacks. And with her Omega nature, she’s even weaker. I shake the thought off. Beside me, Lira bites her nails, her expression urging me to act.I take a step toward the forest, and then I register it: Mira’s scent. Stronger now.Lira notices the change in my expression. “What is it?” she asks,

Elder Eira steps into my path just as I walk out of the packhouse. “Follow me,” she says curtly, already turning away. I stare after her, eyebrows raised. When she doesn’t stop or glance back, I sigh and follow. She leads me to a small cottage on the far side of the packhouse. Its brick walls look seconds away from collapsing. When she opens the wooden door, it shifts crookedly in its frame. I step inside. She closes the door behind us. “Why aren’t you staying in the packhouse?” I ask, studying the interior. The space is small. There arescattered stools, and a thin cot is pressed against the far wall. Firewood is stacked neatly beside a stove, with a few pots hanging above it. She gestures for me to sit. I lower myself onto a stool. “I feel connected to those who came before me,” she says. “This cottage has housed many seers.” “Oh.” I swallow. “Oh.” She moves to a kettle, cups, and plates laid out beside it, and pours steaming liquid into a cup. “Tea?” I open my