Todos los capítulos de Wrong Bride, True Luna: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

AmeliaAfter I leave Professor Michael’s office, I return to the waiting room where Sandy is sitting, reading a magazine. As if sensing me, she looks up from the pages and smiles. “Finally, I was starting to get worried,” she announces and sets the magazine aside, then walks up to me. “There’s no need to worry about me,” I assure her. “Ready to go home?” “Of course,” she exclaims cheerfully. “But tell me, how did your check-up go? Is everything okay with the baby? When Sophia told me you need more tests, she didn’t specify if anything’s wrong.” The guards follow us out of the hospital and lead us towards a waiting car. “The baby is okay,” I assure her. “Sophia just ordered more tests to be completely sure I’m not exhausting myself. As we get in the car, I realize we’re going back to the large house Ethan moved me into before we had to leave for the Capital. I can’t help but wonder why, especially now that I don’t have to hide and everyone knows my death was a ploy while I hid in

LoganOnly one day passes since we find out about what’s going on in Deadfang and suddenly, our life is turned completely upside down. I’m barely awake, sipping my coffee, when I’m approached by one of Derrick’s guards, who frantically reports to me about the rumors of a plague that’s spreading in Deadfang. In a matter of hours, it seems the entire kingdom has heard about it. “What else have you heard?” I ask him and set my cup aside. This is no time to enjoy a simple morning ritual, we’re facing possibly the biggest betrayal in decades. The guard looks around, as if scared to be overhead sharing gossip and leans closer, lowering his voice to a mere whisper, “the men that were sent to Deadfang started returning to the Capital.” “Are they in the hospital now?” I ask, ready to take off with the tiny hope one of them could be aware enough to share more information. “Yes and no, Alpha,” the man mutters and averts his gaze. I grab his shoulders and shake him a little. “Tell me. What

AmeliaAfter returning to Deadfang, I spent the days hiding in my room and avoiding the guards. More often than not, they start entering the house to check sometimes, which only makes me more uneasy. Today is different. I wake up at dawn, feeling nauseous and sick to my stomach. My body is trembling and my skin is covered in cold sweat even though I didn’t have any nightmares. I sit up in the bed, my heart still racing in my chest wildly and realize, with a startle, that Mira is acting restless too. The baby’s feet slam against my ribcage, I can see the small outline press out on my skin. “Amelia, our mate is in danger!” My wolf suddenly gasps, making me freeze up. I sit on the bed, completely still, trying to understand what’s going on despite the small chaos raging within me so my wolf speaks up again. “I’m not joking, something bad happened to Logan. I can feel it, you’re acting off and even the baby is restless.” My heart stops as panic and fear tighten my chest in a tight gr

AmeliaHope blooms in my chest as Michael’s words echo against the walls of his office. Simultaneously, Sophia and I turn to look at him.“Professor Michael, whatever you’re thinking, it could be too dangerous,” she whispers. “What’s the plan?” I ask. Sophia glances at me, but once she sees the determined look on my face, she sighs and nods. “Yes, what’s the plan?” Michael walks around his desk and closer to us, then stops and lowers his voice. “First, I’ll contact Alpha Ethan.” I nod so he knows I’m listening and hold my breath, ready to know more details. “I’ll tell him the antidote is close to the end stages of the development, so it requires some tests on the infected warriors in the dungeon.”“To make sure it works,” I whisper. Michael nods. “Exactly. Alpha Ethan will agree since he wants it urgently.” “And how will that get Amelia into the dungeon?” Sophia asks, clearly sceptical. “She will disguise herself as a guard and enter the dungeon with me. I’ll claim I need hel

Logan“You’ve lost your goddamn mind!” I scream at Ethan, thrashing against the chains that hold me locked down in the cell. My wolf desperately claws at the silver cuffs, desperate to break free and tear Ethan apart, but it’s to no avail. No matter how hard I try, I remain trapped, the silver remains unmoving and breaking free isn’t an option anymore. Ethan watches me struggle, a smug smile on his lips, then throws his head back and laughs at my misery. “Have fun,” he says eventually, voice low, mixed with a tinge of amusement before he turns around and leaves. The guard steps in, raises his hand and the next moment, burning pain spreads across my skin as the whip connects with my body. Almost as fast as the first lash, I feel the presence of the toxin entering my system. I don’t know how long the guard takes lashing me, but a while later, I realize I’m alone again, on my knees, breathing heavily as sweat breaks out on my forehead. “Logan,” my wolf’s weak voice echoes in my m