Todos los capítulos de A REPLACEMENT FOR ALPHA KAEL : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

CHAPTER 22 — THE ALPHA’S SHADOWKael’s POVThe Mooncrest night was quiet, deceptively quiet, as I stood atop the cliff overlooking the valley. The pack below slept fitfully, the torches lining the village like scattered fireflies, flickering faintly against the darkness. From up here, the world seemed peaceful. Tranquil. Yet I knew better. The stillness of the night was a deception, a veneer masking the currents of chaos flowing beneath our borders. I could feel it in the air, the tension winding through the pack like a coiled spring, ready to snap.I paced slowly along the edge of the cliff, my hands clasped behind my back, my mind racing with the events of the past days. Ariana. My Luna. My wife. The way she had stepped into the council chamber, carrying a child no less, and challenged centuries of tradition with nothing more than conviction and clarity—my chest swelled with pride, tempered by the gnawing awareness of the dangers it had drawn. She had changed so quickly, so unexpect

CHAPTER 24 — THE FIRST OMENKael’s POVThe moon hung low over Mooncrest, spilling silver light across the pack lands, but its calm beauty did little to soothe the storm brewing in my chest. I had not slept; the echoes of whispers, the rogue insignias, and the intrusion into Ariana’s chambers had kept me on edge for hours. Every shadow seemed to shift with intent, every gust of wind carried a warning I could not ignore.I stood at the edge of the training grounds, cloak pulled tight around my shoulders, watching the pack as they moved under the moonlight. Their forms were precise, disciplined, yet even their rigor felt vulnerable tonight. My mind was elsewhere, already racing toward the matter I had brought to a secret seer—a matter too delicate to leave to the ordinary eyes of the pack.Ariana. My Luna. My wife. She had changed everything for me, for the pack, and yet, with each passing day, I realized how fragile everything remained.The seer had arrived quietly in the dead of night,

CHAPTER 26 — EYES THAT WATCHAriana’s POVThe halls of Mooncrest felt different now. Every polished floorboard, every carved pillar, even the light filtering through the high windows seemed to hold a weight I hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t just the scorching of the arena or the whispers of my wolf. It was something subtler, insidious, like the shadows themselves were observing.I walked carefully, hand brushing the railing as I descended the staircase to the council chambers. The baby nestled against me in a specially designed sling, warm and alert. Every movement, every step I took, felt heavier than usual, as though the air itself carried the anticipation of unseen eyes.Kael had been quiet this morning, his expression unreadable as he walked beside me for a few steps before turning toward the archives. He had said little, only that the council would need to meet. That had been hours ago. And yet, even without Kael’s words, I could feel the subtle tension among the pack members ar

CHAPTER 28: CRACKS IN THE PACKKael’s POVI had always believed that division announced itself loudly—through raised voices, defiance, bloodshed, or open rebellion. I had been trained to watch for obvious fractures, for the kind of dissent that bared its teeth and challenged authority head-on. What I had not been prepared for was how quietly a pack could begin to come apart, how betrayal could move like rot beneath the skin, unseen until the body was already weakened.It began with silence.Not the peaceful kind, not the calm that followed order, but the unnatural stillness that settled over Mooncrest like a held breath. I noticed it first in the training grounds, where the clang of weapons and the grunts of exertion used to echo endlessly. The warriors still trained, still followed commands, but their energy had changed. Movements were sharper, eyes less open. They watched one another more than they watched their opponents. Conversations ended when I approached, not with the respect

CHAPTER 30: FIRST BLOODAriana’s POVI felt it before the horns sounded.It wasn’t fear—not at first—but a tightening beneath my skin, a subtle pull that began low in my belly and crept upward, winding itself around my ribs like smoke seeking air. The child stirred sharply, not with the gentle flutter I had grown used to, but with a sudden, forceful motion that stole my breath. I stopped mid-step in the corridor, one hand bracing against the stone wall as heat flared briefly behind my eyes.Danger, something whispered inside me. Not the voices this time, not the ancient murmur that had begun to feel like memory rather than madness, but instinct—raw and immediate.Then the horns sounded.Mooncrest’s alarm carried far, its low, resonant call vibrating through the bones of the keep. It was not the frantic blare reserved for internal breach, but the drawn-out warning of border contact. Rogues. My pulse quickened, blood humming in my ears as I turned toward the nearest window, already sens