Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Aria’s POVThe moment I drifted to sleep, the world changed. It was no longer quiet or calm. Shadows whispered at the edges of my vision, feeling familiar yet foreign. I saw him...Zac...or his essence, slipping through my mind like smoke into fire. Though not physically present, I felt his presence in my bones, blood, and heartbeat.It started subtly: a shiver when I turned, movement in my vision, a whisper like my voice. As night deepened, it intensified. I saw through his eyes, felt his arrogance, pride, and twisted sense of ownership over me.“No,” I whispered into the darkness, clutching the blanket against my chest. “No, you don’t… not here, not in me.”But it was too late. My dreams weren’t mine; they belonged to him ... to the part of him that clung to my soul like a parasite, feeding on fear, guilt, and memories I’d tried to lock away. I could feel him invading my mind...not physically, but in every intimate corner.I woke gasping, sheets twisted, feeling the warmth on my han

Aria’s POVThe world around me was quiet...too quiet. The silence felt like a heavy fog pressing against my skin, smothering me until I could barely breathe. My body was weightless, floating somewhere between life and death, light and shadow.Then I heard it...a whisper. Low, cruel, and too familiar.“Still trying to fight me, Aria?”My heart clenched. That voice… it wasn’t Damon’s. It was his. Zac.I opened my eyes, and the world burst into flames. I wasn’t in the sacred chamber anymore. I was standing in the middle of a vast, burning forest, the trees twisting and cracking under the weight of fire. The sky above was blood-red, the moon veiled by smoke. The air smelled like ash and betrayal.My legs trembled as I looked around. “Where… where am I?”“You’re in your own mind,” the voice said again, closer now...mocking, smooth, poisonous. “And it’s beautiful, isn’t it? All this ruin, all this pain… It’s what you’ve always been made of.”I turned and saw him. Zac RedMoon. His dark hair,

Aria’s POVDamon always walked as if he owned the ground under his feet...shoulders broad, back straight, eyes sharp and unreadable.Even after all this time, the strength in his presence pulled at me in a way I was still learning to accept. As we traveled from one pack territory to another, his hand would occasionally brush against mine, a small touch that steadied me even when I pretended it didn’t.“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached the large border gate of the Crescent Hill Pack.His voice was deep and smooth, yet somehow gentle when it was directed at me.“I think so,” I said, though inside my stomach was twisting. “These Alphas don’t exactly want me here.”Damon glanced down at me, his dark eyes softening the way they always did. “Then they’ll have to deal with me.”That was Damon...cold to the world, but warm where it mattered. To me.The guards opened the gate, bowing stiffly. I caught the way their eyes moved over me, judging, calculating. I wasn’t surprised.Damon plac

Aria’s POV“Aria,” Mara whispered when she found me trying to stand. She looked so small beside me, but her eyes were sharp with worry. “You should rest. You did too much last night.”“Rest?” My voice cracked. My throat felt like sand. “Hope is missing, Mara. Missing. I can feel it...right here. I can see the path they took. I can’t just sit here.”Mara’s lips trembled. She pressed her hand to her mouth. “Aria… the council will decide...”“Decide?” I cut her off, heat rising in my chest. “Decide what? How long we should wait? How many hours we should lose before someone finally moves? Damon already left. I’m not staying behind.”She stared at me, breathing hard, and I saw something in her eyes...fear, and something fiercer. “Then I’m going with you,” she said firmly. “We’re all going with you.”“Thank you,” I whispered, because my voice had nothing stronger left.We didn’t waste time packing. I grabbed a water skin and pulled on my cloak, fingers shaking. The bond tugged inside me, st

Aria’s POVThe first thing I noticed was her scent. Strong, soft, unmistakably hers. Hope. My little wolf pup. My daughter. My heart thumped so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. I staggered forward, barely noticing the ruins around us, barely caring about the torn clothes or ash-stained ground. All I could see was her.“Mommy!” she squealed, voice high and shaky, yet full of life. She bolted toward me, tiny legs moving faster than I expected. I dropped to my knees, arms wide, and she collided with me, pressing herself against my chest. Her little hands clutched my torn blouse, and I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the sharp tang of smoke mixed with the soft sweetness of her.“Oh, Hope,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re… you’re okay. You’re really okay.” My voice shook, raw and ragged. “I thought… I thought I’d lost you forever.”“I missed you, Mommy! I missed you so much!” Her small voice cracked as she sobbed, muffled against my shoulder.“I mis