Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Damon’s POVPeace returns slowly to the packs.I watch Aria shape a new horseshoe. She glances up, and we share that familiar look — the one carved from apology and defiance, from shared grief and stubborn hope. A private vow: We’re still here. We’re still holding this together.“You’re burning daylight,” I murmur, half teasing, half trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.Her chin lifts. “Daylight’s for work,” she says simply. Strong. Certain. The old fear that once lived in her voice is gone.Rowan steps beside me. “The eastern fence is scheduled for noon repairs. I need you with the scouts.”“Fine.” The word is clipped but honest. Routine anchors me. Duty steadies the places where my emotions threaten to spill over.The day unfolds in motion — orders, repairs, quiet rebuilding. Laughter threads through the compound now, a weak but stubborn thing. Aria’s laugh is the one I hoard. It slips out lightly, like a secret that remembers how to breathe.Some wolves watch us with unease.

Damon’s POVThe reports came at dawn, scattered and frantic. Human hunters had returned to the borderlands, armed with cameras, weapons, and a determination that made my jaw tighten. They weren't just passing through this time. They were searching, digging, trying to expose what we had kept hidden for centuries.I stood in the war room, my fingers pressed against the wooden table, staring at the maps spread before me. The scent of pine and old leather filled the space, mixing with the tension that hung thick in the air."They're getting bolder," Rowan said from across the table. My beta was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered with a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw, a reminder of battles long past. His dark eyes were sharp, always calculating. "They've set up camps near the eastern ridge. If they push any further, they'll stumble right into our territory.""Let them try," I muttered, my voice low and rough. "We've dealt with humans before.""Not like this." Elder Callen spok

Damon’s POVPain.It was the first thing I felt when consciousness clawed its way back. Not the sharp, clean pain of a wound, but something deeper, darker. It spread through my veins like ice and fire at once, crawling toward my heart with every sluggish beat.I tried to move, but my body refused. My limbs felt heavy, disconnected. The world around me was blurred, voices bleeding together into a mess of sound I couldn't separate."Damon!" Aria's voice cut through everything else, sharp and desperate. "Damon, stay with me. Please, stay with me."Her hands were on my face, warm and trembling. I forced my eyes open, struggling to focus on her. She was beautiful, even through the haze of pain. Her dark hair fell around her face like a curtain, and her eyes, those eyes that had captured me from the first moment, were filled with tears."Aria," I managed, my voice barely a rasp. "You're... safe?""I'm safe," she sobbed, her thumb brushing across my cheek. "You saved me. You stupid, reckless

Damon’s POVThe smell of smoke still clung to the air three days after the attack that nearly killed me. I stood at the edge of the clearing where we had lost six wolves and three humans, all caught in the crossfire of the rebel shooter's ambush. Their graves lay before me, marked with stones and prayers, a reminder of the cost of peace.Rowan stood to my right, his scarred face grim. His massive shoulders were tense, and his dark eyes surveyed the gathered crowd with the watchfulness of a man who had seen too much violence. To my left stood Aria, her hand clasped in mine, her presence the only thing keeping me grounded.Behind us, the pack had assembled. Wolves from every rank, from warriors to healers to the young ones who barely understood what had happened. Mixed among them were humans, Captain Kate Cross with her blonde hair pulled back and her rifle slung respectfully across her back, Dr. James Keene with his glasses reflecting the morning light, and Robert Hayes, the graying hu

Hope’s POVI was only three years old when I realized I was different from the other children. Not just because of the glowing birthmark on my shoulder, or because Mama was the Luna and Papa was the Alpha. It was something deeper, something that hummed inside me like a song only I could hear.I could feel what others felt. When Emma, the human girl with red pigtails and freckles, was sad, I felt her sadness like it was my own. When the wolf pups were scared during thunderstorms, their fear wrapped around me like a cold blanket. And somehow, when I touched them, I could make those bad feelings go away."Hope, come play!" Emma called from across the clearing. She was building something with wooden blocks, her tongue sticking out in concentration.I ran to her, my dark hair bouncing around my shoulders. But as I got closer, I felt it. Fear. Anger. Pain. Coming from the forest edge.I stopped running, my head turning toward the trees."Hope?" Emma asked. "What's wrong?""Someone's hurt,"