Todos os capítulos de The alpha’s forgotten mate : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The sanctuary held its breath under a shroud of frost and silence, but the stillness was heavy, weighted with the kind of dread that whispered of storms yet to come. Lyra sat on the cold stone floor near the dying hearth, twins nestled in her arms. The flame born one, wrapped in crimson cloth, twitched with sparks that danced like flickering embers on a windless night. The frost born twin, swaddled in blue, radiated a quiet chill that pressed against the warmth of the room like a subtle warning.The fire crackled low, casting long shadows that flickered and merged with the darkness pressing at the edges of the chamber. Lyra’s eyes were tired, the shadows beneath them deepened by sleepless nights and growing fear. She traced the tiny fists clenching against her chest, feeling the pulse of their life, so fragile, yet so potent.From the hallway, footsteps approached, steady, cautious. Kael entered, his expression taut, the lines around his eyes etched by worry. He

The sanctuary did not sleep after the attack.Smoke still lingered faintly in the corridors, clinging to stone like a memory that refused to fade. Broken weapons lay stacked near the entrance, and dark scorch marks crawled across the walls where fire and shadow had collided. Outside, the frostlands stretched endlessly, quiet and indifferent, as if nothing had happened at all.Lyra sat near the hearth, the twins curled against her chest. Her body ached with exhaustion, but her mind refused rest. Every small sound made her tense, the crack of cooling stone, the whisper of wind pushing through narrow openings. The flame born twin stirred, warmth radiating through the cloth, while the frost born remained calm, their slow breathing steady as falling snow.Kael approached slowly, carrying a cup of hot broth. He handed it to her without speaking at first, his eyes scanning her face for signs she tried to hide.“You should rest,” he said finally.Lyra gave a quiet laugh that held no humor. “R

The storm arrived without warning.One moment the sanctuary breathed in uneasy silence, its stone halls dim under the glow of frost lanterns. The next, the sky split open with a violent crack that sent tremors through the walls. Outside, wind roared like a wounded beast, carrying snow sharp enough to slice skin.Lyra felt it before she heard it.The twins stirred at the same time.The frost-born child went still, eyes wide and distant, as though listening to something beyond the physical world. The fire-born twin reacted differently  tiny fists clenched, warmth surging through the air until frost melted along the floor near Lyra’s feet.“They feel it,” Kael said quietly from the doorway.He had been watching her for longer than he intended to admit.Lyra didn’t turn. “That’s not just a storm.”“No.”The word fell heavy between them.Outside, bells began to

For a moment, there was nothing else.No sound. No breath. No movement. Just blinding light swallowing the sanctuary whole.Then the world slammed back into place.Kael hit the ground hard, air forced from his lungs. Stone dust filled the air, thick and choking. Somewhere nearby, metal scraped against rock and someone groaned in pain.“Lyra!” he shouted, scrambling up despite the ringing in his ears.The chamber was half destroyed. Cracks split the floor like lightning scars, glowing faintly with frost and ember. Pieces of the ceiling had collapsed, leaving jagged openings where moonlight poured through.And at the centerLyra knelt, clutching the twins tightly against her chest.Relief surged through him so strongly it nearly weakened his legs.He rushed toward her. “Are you hurt?”“I’m fine,” she said, though her voice trembled. “They… they lost control.&rdq

The silence after battle felt wrong.Not relief.Not safety.Waiting.Snow drifted slowly across the frostlands, settling over shattered ice and abandoned weapons, covering blood with quiet indifference. The wind carried the faint scent of iron and smoke, mixing with the biting cold that clawed at every exposed skin. Breath came out in harsh clouds, a reminder that life had survived but only barely.No one celebrated. No one laughed, no one exhaled with relief. They simply endured.Warriors moved through the ruins in tense silence, checking wounds, helping the injured, gathering fallen supplies. Each movement felt deliberate, measured. Every sound, a boot against ice, metal scraping stone, low murmured conversations, echoed unnaturally, drawing attention. Glances darted toward Lyra with a weight that pressed against the heart. Fear lived in the spaces between words, unspoken but palpable.Kael stood near the ridge, staring across the frostbitten landscape at the horizon where the enem