Todos os capítulos de Alpha Salvatore: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Dominic:She came in quiet, her footsteps measured, her back straight.But something about her was different. The girl who’d entered this room before, the one who was more than willing to fight me for simply looking at her, and the one who was willing to slap me in the face just looked different. What stood before me now was composed, taller somehow, as if she’d found a spine made of tempered steel since I’ve seen her in the morning.“Aria,” I said, breaking the silence.She didn’t look at me. Her voice was calm, but it struck clean and sharp. “What did you do with him?”It wasn’t a question meant for comfort. It was an accusation dressed in restraint.I hesitated. “You expected me to harm him? Your father?”“Yes,” she said, cutting me off. “My father. What did you do with him? Where is he?”I didn’t answer. There were too many versions of the truth, none she deserved to carry.When I said nothing, she looked up at me, eyes cold but wet at the edges. “You threatened him, didn’t you?

Dominic:The moon sat high above the training grounds, silvering the grass and stone, turning every breath into a thread of cold mist. Aria stood across from me, her hair loose, her bare feet braced in the dirt, her eyes burning with something I hadn’t seen in days, fire.She was already breathing hard, a fine sheen of sweat along her neck. She’d refused to quit, no matter how many times she’d fallen.And though I did not say it out loud, I knew that she had trained hard all her life. I was stronger, and she could still take me on if she wanted to. But she didn’t. Or maybe she did, but her wolf was not allowing her, or maybe she just wasn’t as strong anymore. But not for long.“Again,” I said.She glared at me, chest heaving. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me suffer as you stand your arms crossed over your chest like you are the king of the wolf.”“I am an Alpha.”“Does not make you king.” She said, brushing off the sweat that prickled on her forehead. “And that does not

Aria:“You have clearly lost your mind to challenge the Luna like that, what were you thinking?” Brenna asked, glaring at me. “If you think that because you and the Alpha are sharing a bed means something, she is right. You might end up being on the wrong side of things, and if that happens, if she does not want you around, then you might as well be thankful for the bed…”“I was not going to allow her to cross her boundaries with me, Brenna.” I said, stopping her.“She is this pack’s Luna. It is you who should not be crossing boundaries, Aria. Not the other way around. You are the one required to be obedient. No one is to be obedient to you. They are going to be obedient to their Alpha and Luna. However, you, if you choose the wrong side, then you might as well just sign your death wish yourself.” She said, and I smiled, shaking my head at her.“I believe that I am alive. That should count for something.” I said, and she shook her head at me.“When I said choose your battles, I did no

Dominic:The servants moved quietly, setting the table with more care than usual, two plates, crystal glasses, the scent of roasted meat and herbs winding through the cool night air. The balcony wasn’t meant for dinners, but with the moon hanging low over the trees and the faint hum of the forest beyond, it almost felt right.Aria leaned against the railing, arms folded loosely, her hair catching the wind. The firelight from inside caught in the strands, turning them to copper and gold.“I thought that we would be eating on a picnic mat,”“You can ask for too much, Aria.” I teased, making her laugh.“Fair enough.” She said, as she smiled.I watched her for a moment before speaking. “You know, most people would find it unnerving to eat with their Alpha.”“Most people aren’t me,” she said without turning around. “I would have thought that you had that figured by now.”“That’s true,” I admitted. “Most people also don’t argue with their Alpha, insist on changing his dinner plans, or even

Dominic:The sun had just begun to slip through the balcony curtains when I finished shaving. The light cut across the room in soft gold, landing on the edge of the bed where Aria still sat, half lost in thought, her hair falling in lazy waves around her shoulders.She was reading the book that I gave her, only this time, she wasn’t reading it aloud. She didn’t need to. I already memorized half the words in this book, and the other half could easily be in my memory if I wanted it to be.I looked at her, smiling before looking away. She looked too at home there. Too natural in a place that had never been meant to hold peace.I turned to the mirror, buttoning my shirt, when I felt her presence behind me, quiet, deliberate. Her reflection met mine before she spoke.“You missed one,” she said softly.Her voice carried that same calm that always managed to undo me. Before I could answer, she stepped closer, close enough that I could feel her breath against my back. Her hands came up, small