Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Damon’s POV“The scrolls are older than the stones,” the Priestess said.Her voice didn’t rise or fall — it sank, heavy as something dropped into deep water.We sat around the low council table, carved from the fortress’s heartwood. The brazier’s flame flickered over the brittle parchment, making the ink glow like dried blood. The Priestess set the final scroll down with a tenderness that made me feel suddenly clumsy, as if even my breath could shatter it.“They tell what we have forgotten.”My pulse kicked hard. The room felt too close, too warm.“Elric,” I said — not because I expected an answer, but because saying his name grounded me. His hawk-sharp eyes lifted. Elric always carried a storm inside his chest yet never let it break. Tonight, though, something in him trembled.“What do they say?” I asked.Elric folded his hands, knuckles pale. “They speak of two sides: Moon wolves and Shadow wolves. They speak of the first Alpha and Luna — a pair who balanced the world when it was yo

Damon’s POV By the time the first ropes of red light pulled across the horizon, the world already tasted like the start of a tragedy...metal on the tongue, wet earth clinging to the air, the kind of cold that settles into your bones like a memory.The moon hung swollen and bruised above us, a crimson wound in the sky. I felt it awaken something old and animal in me. Something hungry. Something afraid.The pack moved beneath me, shadows in motion. But my mind kept circling back to her...to Aria’s face, the face that had become my compass, my reason, the hinge of everything that had led us here.“Damon.” Elric’s voice came low, steady. A man carved from warnings. He stood at the map table, tracing the terrain with a slow, careful finger. Hawk-eyed, always three breaths ahead of the rest of us. “The rogues split into three waves. Western ridge remains the weakest point. If they break it...”“They won’t.”My voice cut sharper than the blade at my hip. It had to. Doubt spreads like rot. M

Damon’s POV“Elric,” I muttered, my voice rough, carrying over the whispering trees. The mage stepped beside me, his posture careful, hands clasped behind his back, eyes sharp as always. “Did she...did the Priestess...say anything else? Anything that could give us a way out?”Elric shook his head slowly, a somber weight in his eyes. “No, Damon. The prophecy is clear. One will fall. That is the only certainty. We cannot bend the threads. We can only… prepare.”I ran a hand over my face, trying to dispel the tension knotted across my jaw, the ache in my chest. “Then we make them believe we are untouchable,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “They must see strength. She must see it. She cannot know… not yet.”“You can protect her,” Elric said quietly, almost like a prayer, “but you must also prepare for the inevitability. She cannot bear this burden now.”I nodded, swallowing hard. My plan was terrible, necessary, and filled me with dread. If the prophecy was true, if fate demanded

Damon’s POVI never imagined a night like this could exist. The wind tore across the cliffside, carrying the briny scent of the sea, but I barely noticed it. My world had shrunk to one being...Aria. Her hair, fiery and untamed, whipped around her face, and every tremble of her body mirrored the ritual’s merciless pull. The threads of fate wrapped around her, luminous and relentless, and I could feel the weight of them in my chest, trying to claim her life. My chest ached in ways I hadn’t known were possible, the wolf inside me growling, furious and helpless.“Then take me!” Her voice broke across the wind, raw, trembling, unyielding. She offered herself completely, body and soul, to a power I had no control over. And in that moment, panic clawed at me. I felt the threads trying to draw her away, and I couldn’t...wouldn’t...let it happen.“No!” My voice split the night, sharper than the wind, raw with anger and desperation. “Take me! Take me instead!”The Moon Goddess froze, her silver

Damon’s POVThe silver light stretched endlessly, soft and liquid, making the world feel fragile and alive. Each step sent ripples, faint vibrations humming beneath my skin. Aria’s hand found mine, fingers curling around it, as if she knew I might let her drift away into the light without my touch. My wolf stirred, restless, drawn to her like a tethered flame. Her pulse throbbed beneath my palm, insistent and delicate. I fought the urge to pull her into me, to hold her tight enough to erase every fear in her soul.“You’re quiet,” she said, soft, almost trembling, the sound brushing across my chest. My stomach clenched at the intimacy, at how exposed we were in this place that wasn’t quite real yet demanded everything from us.“I’m thinking,” I admitted, low, rough, carrying the weight of months of unsaid words, of nights haunted by loss and guilt. “About everything… about us.” I pressed my thumb into the back of her hand. “About what this bond...what we are...means.”She let out a sma