Todos los capítulos de THE MAD ALPHA : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

POV LYRA The bond snaps so hard I gasp and my hand flies to my chest like I have been stabbed. I am already on my feet when the door slams open. I do not need the words. I do not need the look on his face. I feel it first. Empty. Wrong. A clean rip where Darius should be. “Luna,” the messenger says, breathless and shaking, and I round on him so fast he stumbles back. “Say it,” I tell him. “Say it now.” “He’s gone,” he says, and the word gone feels small and stupid and useless. “He left the territory.” I laugh, sharp and ugly, and it tears at my throat. “I know,” I say, because no is easy and safe. “I know he did. I can feel it.” But that is not the problem. The bond twists again, wild and feral, and my knees buckle and I grab the table to stay up. “Where?” I say, low and flat. The messenger swallows. “We don’t know yet. He didn’t take escorts. He didn’t call the council. He just left. Said he will send a message when he has arrived at his destination.” Just left

POV: DARIUS (COMA) I wake. Or I think I do. There is no wake. There is no sleep. There is just me, and nothing else, and it feels like falling into a space that doesn’t exist and yet I am inside it and it is inside me. There is no floor. No ceiling. No edges. No horizon. No air. No sound. And somehow I can smell rain. I can smell metal. I can smell Elara, but it is not Elara. It is her memory. Her fragments. Pieces of her stitched into the corners of my mind that are screaming to be whole again. Somehow, in this space, my head, my mind is clearer than it has been in years and I finally see her. Remember her. My wolf stirs first. Always first. I feel him, low and restless, rattling against whatever this is, snapping at invisible walls. I can’t touch him. I can’t reach him. But I feel his anger vibrating through me. “Darius!” he growls. “Get out! Get out! Get out!” “I can’t,” I whisper. Or I try to whisper. There is no voice, just thought, just vibration. And he lashes aga

POV: DARIUSI stand in my room and I don’t sit down because if I sit, I might not get back up.The lights are off except for the pack lights bleeding through the windows and my hands are clenched so tight they hurt, but I don’t loosen them. I let the hurt stay. It keeps me here. Keeps me sharp.Something feels wrong.Or right.I can’t tell anymore.My wolf is quiet, and that alone freaks me out.“You there?” I ask inside.“Always,” he says, and his voice is low and steady, not snarling, not pacing, not pushing at my skull like he usually does.“That’s new,” I say. “You are unusually calm.”“It’s needed,” he answers.I breathe out slow. The room smells like metal and stone and my own sweat, and under it all there’s something else. Something faint. Something that makes my chest feel tight in a way that doesn’t hurt.I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something, I say. Like everything before this was just noise.“Because it was,” my wolf says.I laugh under my breath, sharp and humo

POV: KAELI know something is wrong before I even open my eyes.It sits in my chest like pressure and it does not go away when I breathe in slow or when I tell myself to calm down. The camp is still half asleep but I am not. I have been awake for a while just staring at the roof and listening to everyone breathe and pretending I am not counting the seconds.Varek is already up.He is standing by the truck checking gear he already checked last night and the night before and he does not look at me when I come over.“She is moving too fast,” I sayHe keeps working. “She is done waiting.”“That is not the same thing,” I say, and my voice comes out sharper than I want. “This kind of move will force a response and you know it.”Varek finally looks at me then. “Good.”I stare at him. “You want them to hit harder.”“I want it to end,” he says. “Dragging this out helps no one.”“It helps whoever set the trap,” I say. “It gives them time and it gives them control.”Varek steps closer. “Then go

POV: VarekThe trees blur past and my hands grip the steering wheel tighter than I realized. Every mile closer to the compound feels heavier, like the air itself is thicker. I’m quiet mostly, letting the engine and the wind fill the space, but my mind won’t stop spinning.I pick up the comm again, flicking through the channels I’ve used before, the ones most packs don’t dare touch anymore. The first call goes out, short, sharp, just my voice cutting the static.“This is Varek. I need your aid. No excuses.”And then silence.Silence so thick I can almost taste it. My chest tightens, because I know what that means. Fear. Hesitation. Calculating which side will survive. But I don’t argue with silence. I breathe, and I send another call. A different channel. A few old names. Wolves I owe and who owe me, debts in blood and exile, debts they’ve whispered about at fires in the woods for years.Some respond immediately. Their voices crack and shake, but they answer. “Varek… we’ll move. Just t