Todos los capítulos de Fated To The Alphas Who Despise Me: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

DARIUS’S POV The bottle rested heavy between my knees. Cheap rye that burned going down and kept burning after. I took another pill, let the fire spread through my chest, tried to drown the quieter ache that whiskey never quite reached. Night had settled thick over the clearing, the stars punched through the black above the treeline. The wind moved the pines, my cold fingers brushed the back of my neck. I didn’t care. The cold felt honest.My brother’s headstone stood three paces away. Simple gray slab, his name carved deep, no fancy dates, no epitaph. He hated ceremonies, he always said if he died young he wanted to be left where the world couldn’t dress him up in marble lies. So I buried him here, in the hollow where we used to skip stones across the creek, where we’d lie on our backs and talk about everything except the future our parents had already sold us into.I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my thighs, and stared at the name until the letters blurred.“You’d laugh at me

SELENE’S POVI guided Darius through the back door of the pack house, one arm hooked around his waist, the other pressed flat to his chest to keep him steady. He leaned into me more than necessary, the sharp bite of rye still clinging to his breath, but his steps held solid. Moonlight spilled across the kitchen tiles. The house sat quiet, everyone else long asleep or out on patrol.We climbed the stairs slowly. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us. I flicked on the small lamp beside the bed. Warm amber light caught the sharp planes of his face, the stubble shadowing his jaw, the faint red rims around his eyes that told me he hadn’t slept properly in days.I pushed him gently toward the mattress. “Sit.”He obeyed, knees spreading as he dropped down. I knelt between his legs, tugged off his boots one at a time. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, fingers brushing my hair behind my ear every few seconds like he needed the contact to believe I was real.Once his feet were bare I stoo

CAELUM’S POV The study felt too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against my skull until my thoughts screamed louder than any noise could. I sat slumped in the big leather chair with my boots propped on the desk, the half-empty bottle of scotch catching the lamplight every time I lifted it to my lips. The burn slid down my throat and spread through my chest, but it did nothing to loosen the knot twisting tighter with every passing hour. Images kept slamming into me, sharp and unrelenting. Selene running full tilt through the trees straight into Darius’s arms. Her face buried against his chest while she cried like the world had ended. The way she steadied him when the whiskey made him sway, her small hands on his hips like he was the only anchor she needed.I took another long pull from the glass and set it down harder than I meant to. The liquid sloshed over the rim. I didn’t wipe it up. Instead I stared at the wet ring it left on the wood and felt the frustration boil up agai

SELENE’S POV I paced the living room for the hundredth time, my bare feet silent on the thick rug while my heart hammered against my ribs. Darius had left hours ago with nothing more than a quick kiss and a vague promise to return before lunch. The house felt too quiet without him, every creak of the floorboards making me jump. I kept replaying the image of him sitting in that armchair last night, glass of wine in hand, staring into nothing while I slept. He never drank alone like that. He never stayed awake guarding me unless something heavy weighed on his mind. Darius hid secrets better than anyone I knew, locking them behind that calm mask he wore so well, but last night the mask had slipped. Something was wrong, and he refused to share it.Lunch came and went. The food I prepared sat untouched on the table, growing cold. I checked the clock again. He always kept his word. Always. When the afternoon stretched into early evening and still no sign of his truck in the driveway, the

DARIUS’ POV I pushed the front door open well past midnight, the wood creaking softly in the quiet house. The long council meeting had dragged far longer than I expected, filled with endless arguments and pointed questions I barely managed to deflect. My shoulders ache from sitting rigid in that chair for hours. I expected to find Selene waiting in our bedroom, maybe curled up with a book or already asleep with the lamp still on. Instead the room sat dark and empty. The sheets lay rumpled from this morning, but her side of the bed remained untouched. No familiar shape under the covers, no soft breathing filling the silence.A thread of concern pulled tight in my chest. She had every reason to be upset with me for returning so late after promising to be back before lunch. I told myself she had probably stepped outside for some fresh air to clear her head. I crossed to the window and scanned the moonlit yard. The garden paths stood empty, the trees swaying gently in the night breeze.