Todos los capítulos de The Bane And The Alpha Beast: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

EliraI waited a full breath after they answered before opening the door.The cabin felt different when I stepped inside—too full, too warm, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Ronan stood near the hearth, fully dressed now but still unmistakably raw. His shirt clung to his torso, stretched tight over scars that hadn’t been there days ago. His hair was loose, dark and wild around his shoulders, horns gone but the weight of them still somehow present in the set of his posture.He looked… awake.But not rested.Wallace leaned against the far wall, calm as ever, arms crossed, while Brad hovered nearby like a restless fly that refused to leave a wound alone.Ronan’s gaze snapped to me the moment I stepped in.“Alright,” he said, voice rough but steady. “I’m clearly missing something.”I closed the door behind me.“I wake up in my own cabin,” he continued, eyes flicking briefly to the others, “with two unmated males and you hovering nearby. So I’m guessing you start fillin

EliraI didn’t realize how hungry I was until the smell of stew wrapped around me like a memory.My hands were already moving before I made the decision—ladling a bowl for myself, the spoon heavier than it should’ve been. I hadn’t been eating much. Not really. A few bites here and there. Enough to function. Not enough to feel human.Not since Ronan had gone still.I carried the bowl to the table and sat, the wood cool beneath my palms. Steam curled upward, fogging my vision for a moment. I stared into it, heartbeat steady now, body finally noticing its own needs again.My fingers tingled.Not faintly.Not like before.A quiet echo of that sharp, lightning sensation still lived under my skin—along my palm, up my wrist, coiled in my arm like it was waiting.I flexed my hand slowly.Nothing happened.Still, my breath hitched.I hadn’t imagined it. Whatever had passed between us when our skin touched—it had been real. Sudden. Startling.And gods help me—I wanted it again.The realization

Elira“So,” I said quietly. “How are you feeling?”Ronan glanced up from where he stood near the table, brows pulling together. “What do you mean?”“I mean,” I said, folding my arms loosely, “you only woke up a couple of hours ago after being unconscious for several days.”He considered that, then shrugged. “Oh. Yeah. That.”My heart tightened despite myself.“I feel fine,” he said. “Normal, even.”Relief washed through me so fast it made me lightheaded.“Good,” I said, a little too quickly. Then, softer, “I was very worried about you. Honestly.”His gaze sharpened—not alarmed, just attentive.“I don’t know why,” I continued, words spilling now that I’d started. “But when you died—right there, in front of me—” My throat closed briefly. I swallowed and pushed on. “I felt completely devastated. You were in my arms, and I didn’t know what I was going to do.”The cabin seemed to fade around us.“I shifted back out of my wolf form and sat next to you,” I said, staring at the floor. “Didn’t

EliraDinner was quiet.Not uncomfortable—just careful. Like we were both aware that saying the wrong thing might crack something fragile we didn’t yet understand.I set the pot back onto the hearth and ladled out what little warmth the vegetables had left to give. Roots, greens, herbs. Plain. Simple. Enough.Ronan took the bowl without comment.“Sorry,” I said. “It’s not much.”“It’s food,” he replied easily. “That’s more than enough.”I nodded and ate anyway, even though my appetite hadn’t fully returned. The cabin felt different tonight—still, but not settled. The fire popped low, struggling more than it should have.I rubbed my hands together absently.Cold crept in slow and insidious, sliding under my skin instead of biting it outright. Not the sharp kind of winter chill—this felt heavier. Deeper.I glanced toward the hearth.The flames were shrinking.“That’s odd,” I murmured. “I just fed it.”Ronan followed my gaze. His expression tightened.“You’re cold,” he said.It wasn’t a

RonanShe was still beneath me. Glowing. Gasping. Mine.And I could barely fucking breathe.My mark was still fresh on her neck—teeth prints deep and red, magic pulsing beneath the skin like a living flame. But what held me frozen wasn’t just the sight of it.It was what was happening around it.The old ones—those faint, ragged scars left behind by alphas who never deserved her—were disappearing. Right in front of me. Fading like snow melting in water, like they’d never been there at all.Like the bond we’d just forged had burned them out.Erased them.Claimed every inch of her for me.I stared, unable to look away, as my mark glowed brighter—heat radiating through her skin like molten gold—until it was the only one left. The only one that mattered. The only one that would ever stay.My beast roared. My throat went tight. My vision blurred.She was mine. Not by accident. Not just by fate. By blood. By bone. By fucking choice.My hands trembled where they held her—one braced beside her