Todos los capítulos de THE THIRD MATING: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

RONAN:“It's too much.” I jerked awake, breathing heavily.Something I wasn't sure of was where the fuck I am.This is a totally different place.“Of course I am ready, or you don't think this is good enough?” A familiar voice echoed.Where I was, it was just wide, no walls, just stretching as endlessly as the confusion I had.I tried to follow the voice but it echoed from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.Suddenly I noticed something forming from afar; it looked like a door.Running towards it, I noticed it was actually a door, in the middle of nowhere.As I reached the door, I banged the door open, entering a small room, but my mouth dropped. There was Lyra; she was sitting on a high chair in a wedding dress, and three ladies around her, doing her make-up.“Lyra?” I reached out to touch her, but my hands didn't feel anything, and neither did she. It was like a hologram; she couldn't hear my voice either.“So how do I look, Mina?” She placed a hand under her jaw.“You look gor

LYRA: “You can't keep going like this, Lyra. You have to give your body rest,” Silas advised, shaking his head as he stood at the foot of Ronan's bed. He had come in that morning like he did every day, but today his eyes were more worried than usual, lingering on the dark circles under my eyes and the way I kept one hand protectively on my growing belly even while sitting. I looked up at him from the chair I had barely left in days and managed a small smile, though it felt tired. “I'm okay, Silas. Really. The baby is fine, and I can't just leave him here alone. What if he wakes up and I'm not the first thing he sees?” Silas sighed and pulled the other chair closer, sitting down so we were on the same level. He reached out and took my free hand gently. “I get it, I do, but you're carrying a pup now, and you're running on no sleep and hardly any food. Ronan would be the first one to tell you to take care of yourself. He wouldn't want you wearing yourself out like this.” I knew he wa

RONAN:In a moment, I noticed Lyra’s eyes were already shut. She must have passed out, whatever was in that drink must have caused it. Mina sat next to her. “Lyra, look at you, you're already out even when the party isn't yet over.” “Mina, it looks like your friend had too much to drink. Why don't you take her home,” Eamon commanded.“Okay, Alpha.” Mina bowed her head as she stood up.“A little help please.” Mina and another lady carried Lyra to Mina’s car and they drove off, leaving me there.Suddenly everything started falling apart, like the sky was breaking, and I found myself in pure darkness. But in a moment again, everything sprung up. I found myself in a room where Lyra was. This must be the room at the pack house.She had just finished taking a bath, dressing her hair, when Eamon walked in.He looked at her in a way that I recognized. I knew what was about to happen.I have to get the hell out of here.Why is that happening to me? What did I do? The thought hit me like a

RONAN: The darkness from the last memory faded slowly, and I felt myself being pulled into another one, the white space forming a new door almost right away. I didn't fight it this time. I walked through ready, knowing each vision showed me more of Lyra's life, more of the pain and strength that made her who she was. The anger from Eamon still burned in my chest, but curiosity mixed with it now. I wanted to see everything, understand every part of her. The door opened to the inside of Jerome's private jet. “We’re here, Lyra!” Mr. Jerome said as the plane tires hit the airport runway. I stood next to where she sat, her eyes were on the skyscrapers and luxury buildings at the pack. The plane door slid down into a stair. Mr. Jerome came down first. But she hesitated to come down. She stood at the top of the stairs, like her feet were frozen. “Lyra,” Mr. Jerome called softly from below. “Take it slow. You’re safe.” It didn't occur to me that she was actually afra

LYRA:As the weeks went on Cole started bringing more personal things, like a necklace from his mother's collection that he said brought good luck for expectant mothers, and he helped me put it on, his fingers light on my neck as he fastened the clasp. "It suits you," he said softly, his gray eyes meeting mine in the small mirror on the wall, and I thanked him with a smile that felt real. The loneliness of the wait eased with him around, and we talked about deeper things too, like how he had always felt second to Silas in their father's eyes or how I worried about being a good mom after everything I had been through.One afternoon when the sun was shining bright, Cole suggested we go for a longer walk to the pack's small market nearby, saying I needed to get out and see people to keep my spirits up. I hesitated at first because of Ronan, but Mira was there that day and promised to stay by his bed, so I agreed and let Cole lead me out through the garden gate to the market path.The m