Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Damon’s POVThe light burned brighter than the moon itself.For a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The battlefield faded into a shimmering swirl of gold and silver, blending blood, screams, and shadows into a single dazzling burst. The source of this incredible power was her...Aria...standing amid the chaos, her eyes glowing white, her wolf fully awakened, radiating strength and determination.Every wolf...whether friend or foe...came to a halt, pausing their fighting. The clash of steel softly subsided, and even the dying rogues' howls quieted down. It felt as if the Moon herself had descended from the sky, her gentle light shining through Aria’s trembling form, creating a moment of awe and peace.I pushed myself onward, navigating through the overwhelming brightness, my wolf feeling the strain of the surge. 'Mate,' he growled softly inside me, a mix of awe and fear. She’s changing into something entirely new.Her body quivered gently, with soft streams of light spiralling out

DAMON’S POVThe light from Aria’s awakening disorients the enemy.It struck the ridge first—a white flare that washed out the red moon, causing every shadow on the battlefield to vanish. For a brief moment, everything seemed to hesitate: wolves halted mid-leap, spears remained half-raised, and fire appeared to float in the air like a held breath. I sensed it in my bones before I fully grasped it—a warm sensation that unfurled in my chest, flowing through the connection between us like a current searching for its destination.“Aria!” I shouted, the name cutting through the fog. It reached her before the light, and I felt her tremble and gasp as life returned. My wolf roared loudly, part fear, part triumph, part undefined emotion. Warriors turned to look. For a moment, I saw only her: the glow on the snow, the blood at her lips, and how the moonlight seemed to cradle her as if she was being reborn.“Hold the line!” I barked to the men beside me, but the command felt small compared to ev

Aria’s POVThe road stretched endlessly before me, a ribbon of mud and frost under a sky the colour of ash. My boots were soaked through, my feet numb. I kept walking because stopping meant thinking, and thinking meant breaking again.The air was sharp enough to sting my lungs, the kind that made your breath visible, like proof you were still alive even when you wished you weren’t. The northern wind carried the scent of pine and iron, and sometimes...just sometimes...I swore I caught his scent, too. Damon’s. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. But the thought alone made my chest twist.The forest around me was silent, far too silent. No birds. No wolves. Just me and the sound of my heartbeat, faint beneath the layers of clothes that barely kept out the cold. My hand found its way to my stomach before I even realised it.“I’m still here,” I whispered, more to the little life inside me than to myself. “We’re still here.”The baby didn’t answer, of course. But sometimes when I spoke, I felt

Aria’s POVThe storm started before dawn.Wind tore at the thin shutters, creating a harsh, urgent sound. Rain pounded the roof steadily and stung. I recognised the weather by the cold that bit through my blanket and my fluttering pulse like a trapped bird. The room smelled of wet wool, herbs Jorge dried, and a metallic edge of fear.“Breathe,” Jorge said, and his voice folded around me like an old coat.“This one’s coming,” he said now, checking me with hands both gentle and efficient. “Not long.”“I...” I tried to speak around another contraction, the word shredded to a whisper. “Damon...where is he? He should be...”Silence fell between the words. Rain filled it. My throat bobbed with something I didn’t have the energy to name...hope, panic, a dull ache that lived under my ribs. I curled my fingers into the blanket and pressed until the fabric bit.“Do you...” I breathed, needing the question out of me. “Do you think he’s angry? With me?”Jorge’s eyes lifted to mine slow as moonris

Aria’s POVThe world came back to me in fragments.A slow drip somewhere. The faint crackle of dying fire. The smell of smoke, blood, and something sweeter ... milk, maybe. My body felt heavy, as if it wasn’t mine anymore. When I tried to move, a sharp ache tore through my chest.Then I heard him.“Aria?” Damon’s voice ... low, rough, frayed around the edges. It wasn’t the voice of an Alpha giving orders. It was just… a man.I blinked, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling was dim and wooden, light spilling through a crack in the boards. My vision swam before it settled on him.He sat beside me, his large frame hunched forward, his face buried in shadows. His hair was a mess, his jaw rough with stubble. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.But what caught my breath wasn’t him. It was what he was holding.A tiny bundle wrapped in a pale blanket. His arms ... the same arms that could break a man ... were trembling as he held the baby against his chest.Our baby.I tried to speak, but no