Todos os capítulos de Claimed by the Forbidden Alpha: Wild Bond : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.“Dante Blackwood has a refined taste for weak spots,” hissed the one who seemed to lead the trio, a man with yellowish eyes and scars that looked like teeth marks on his neck. “Let’s see how he reacts when we send you back to him in pieces.”The man advanced with an agility that defied gravity. Helena retreated, but the gravel betrayed her. Before the attacker’s hand could close around her neck, the world exploded in a roar of metal and fury. Dante’s motorcycle leaped from

The morning after the encounter in the cabin brought a cold and merciless clarity, the kind that does not allow shadows to hide. Yet Helena Moore discovered that the sunlight in Blackwater only served to highlight what was strange about that land. Driven by an restlessness that not even the warmth of Dante’s arms could soothe, she returned to the edge of the forest. Helena’s body seemed to vibrate at a new frequency, a sharpened sensitivity that made her notice details previously invisible: the pattern of veins in the leaves, the exact direction of the wind, and, above all, the silent call of the stones.A few kilometers from her property, where the woods became so dense that the light barely touched the moss, Helena came upon a rock formation that seemed to have been carved by gigantic hands. They were natural monoliths arranged in an irregular semicircle, covered with grayish lichens. As she approached, she realized the rocks were not smooth. Deeply engraved in the raw stone were sy

The night in Blackwater stretched like a heavy velvet cloak over Helena’s cabin, but the silence outside only amplified the emotional storm raging within those walls. After the brutal confrontation at the workshop, Dante had brought her back at a speed that made the world blur into streaks of light and shadow. Now, in the quiet of the room lit only by the dying glow of the embers, the atmosphere between them had reached a dangerous saturation.Dante stood near the window, his massive silhouette blocking the moonlight. He had thrown his torn jacket into a corner and wiped the blood from his hands, but the aura of violence still radiated from him like invisible smoke. Helena watched him from the sofa, her body trapped in an agonizing battle between reason, which begged her to flee, and instinct, which cried out for surrender.“You should be locking every door against me,” Dante murmured without turning around. His voice was a deep vibration that seemed to rise from the roots of the eart

The room was saturated with the scent of transformation — a mixture of ozone, crushed pine, and the volcanic heat emanating from Dante’s skin. After the visual revelation of his ferocity, the silence that fell over them was not one of shock, but of an acceptance so profound that it seemed to vibrate in the very foundations of the cabin. Helena could still feel the echo of the electricity that had coursed through the air when he had assumed the form of the beast, but now, seeing him once again as the man she had learned to desire, the last of her resistances crumbled like a sandcastle before the tide.Dante rose from the floor, each movement revealing a muscular power that his human form could barely contain. His brown eyes still carried golden rings around the irises, a remnant of the wolf that watched Helena with possessive adoration. He did not approach her immediately; he waited, allowing her to see every scar, every line of pain, and every ounce of strength in his naked body.“If

Night fell over Blackwater like a sentence of isolation, and inside the workshop garage, the silence was broken only by the sound of metal cooling. Dante Blackwood sat on a workbench, his hands stained with grease and dried blood, staring into the gloom. The golden glow in his irises, which once signaled dominance, now looked like the reflection of a fire he couldn’t extinguish. In the center of his chest, the Alpha’s heart beat with a force that suffocated him; it wasn’t the adrenaline of the hunt, but the excruciating weight of a soul wounded by guilt.He looked at the leather jacket hanging on a hook, the emblem of the Leather Wolves staring back at him like a silent judge. Dante knew that by claiming Helena, he had painted a target on her back with the blood of his own bloodline. The revelation of her Thorne ancestry had brought no peace; it had only confirmed that he was the architect of the danger surrounding her.“You’re losing sleep, brother,” Jax’s voice emerged from the shad