Todos los capítulos de The Bane And The Alpha Beast: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

EliraI didn’t remember falling asleep.My fingers curled in the sheets, still damp with sweat. My skin tingled, flushed in places I didn’t understand. My breath hitched before I even sat up.Something had happened. Something I couldn’t name.I remembered the sound of him. The sound of me. Watching… her.Ash thrusting into me. But not. His cock seemed inhumanly large for my standpoint. But he was a demon and so was the woman who was wearing my face so maybe that’s how she was able to take him with ease. I remembered the heat curling low in my belly. The hunger. The desire. The wetness pooled between my legs by the time I got back to my room. I remembered touching myself… maybe. Probably.But I couldn’t remember the act. Not clearly. It felt hazy. Distant. Like it had belonged to someone else, just like the body in Ash’s bed.Had I dreamed it?Then… nothing. No finish line. Just a slow fade to black like a curtain falling after a final bow.I rubbed my arms, unsettled by the silence

AshMaela did not hesitate.She never did.When she left the garden, she did not look back at Elira beneath the silver-veined tree. She did not soften. She did not question. She moved with quiet efficiency through the corridors of my realm, down into the deeper wing of the citadel where the air burned warmer and the stone pulsed with older power.She found me exactly where she knew I would be. In my private chamber.I didn’t ask if she’d spoken with Elira. I simply looked at her.Maela knelt immediately, head bowed, dark hair cascading forward like a curtain. “She remembers nothing,” she said.The words struck something in me — not relief, not yet. Satisfaction.“She offered it freely,” Maela continued. “I did not press her. I only asked where she learned to weave the baskets. She couldn’t answer. She says she has no memories outside this place. Only… a void.”I exhaled slowly.Good.Very good.Maela lifted her eyes just enough to study my expression. She understood the importance of

RonanCrawl came at me too fast.He always did.I caught his wrist before his strike could land and twisted, using his own momentum to drive him into the dirt. He hit hard enough to feel it but not hard enough to break anything. He rolled onto his back, air knocked from his lungs, staring up at the sky.“Dead,” I said evenly.Grimm circled instead of charging. Smarter. He waited for an opening, watching my footing, tracking my breathing. When he lunged, it was low and controlled. I shifted just enough for my claws to break through skin and lengthen, catching his shoulder and pivoting him into the rock wall behind us.“Also dead.”The others stood in a loose half-circle around us, sweat darkening their collars, boots grinding against the dirt. Wallace leaned against a boulder with his arms crossed, watching without comment.“You’re still fighting like wolves,” I said, pacing in front of them. “Demons don’t fight like that.”Brad wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. “They bleed.”“

RonanWe walked the length of it for hours before anyone admitted what we were all thinking.The wall did not end.It did not curve inward toward a fortress. It did not show the faintest seam or architectural flaw. It simply stretched across the horizon in both directions, vanishing into haze like the edge of a world unfinished.The ground beneath our boots felt brittle and hollow, as though something had once lived here and been burned out from the inside. Even the air seemed reluctant to move. There was no wind against our cloaks, no shift in pressure—only that faint hum beneath the surface, steady and patient.Caelan kept pace beside me, his men maintaining their tighter formation behind ours. My wolves were less rigid, but they moved as one body all the same. Discipline held.For the first hour, no one complained.By the second, the questions began.“It can’t just keep going,” Breck muttered, running his hand along the stone as we passed. “There has to be something.”“There is,” I

EliraPreparing for battle in the demon city felt strangely calm.I had expected chaos when Ash said intruders had entered the labyrinth. In the world I remembered—whatever pieces of it remained—war meant noise and urgency, people shouting orders and running through corridors with weapons drawn. Here, the opposite seemed true. The deeper chambers of the palace moved with a quiet precision that felt almost ritualistic, as though every demon already understood their role before Ash ever spoke the command.Maela led me through the long corridor that curved beneath the palace. The black stone walls reflected the glow of the blue braziers set into the arches overhead, their flames burning with that strange cold color that never quite stopped feeling unnatural to me. The air grew warmer as we descended, the heat from the braziers mixing with the steady hum of magic that seemed to live inside the stone itself.By the time we reached the healing chamber, several demons were already preparing