Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Heaven: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Skye's POVMy father didn’t release Damian and his pack.Not even after I asked quietly and hesitantly if there could be another way. But he was firm, colder than I had ever seen him before. What Damian did… what his pack dared to do, was considered treason. It wasn’t just a scuffle on neutral land or a border misunderstanding. It was an organized attack on Crescent Valley—on royal grounds. And there would be a trial held for all of them.“A public trial,” he had said with steely calm, “so every neighboring pack hears of their betrayal. So no one forgets what the Silverclaw Pack did to this kingdom… and to you.”Then, with a wave of his hand, he ordered them to be dragged away to the palace cells, where they would remain until judgment was passed.My breath caught as the guards yanked at their chains. The warriors of Silverclaw didn’t fight back. Even bruised and bloodied, they stood tall, following their Alpha with unflinching loyalty. They never looked afraid. Only fierce and silent

Skye's POVAfter rejecting Damian, I could still hear the echo of Logan’s howl in my ears. It was raw, agonizing, and filled with something that twisted painfully in my chest. Lyra had howled too. The sound of her cry was like the tearing of silk. Like the very soul of the bond between them had been ripped in half.The noise haunted me. Even now, days later, I couldn’t stop hearing it.I hadn’t been able to sleep. Hadn’t touched a bite of food since that night. My maids tried bringing in trays of warm soup, spiced bread, even the honey cakes I used to love as a child. But nothing passed my lips.Because nothing tasted like before.I found myself standing at the window again, staring blankly at the canopy of trees beyond the palace, their green branches dancing beneath the wind, untouched and indifferent to everything crumbling inside me.I thought I would feel free. That cutting the bond would give me peace.But instead, everything felt heavier. Like a storm pressing against my chest

Skye's POVAfter my father released Damian and his pack—excluding his mother, who remained imprisoned for her crimes—he made Damian swear something that felt heavier than any punishment he could’ve declared.“You are never to return to Crescent Valley,” he said, his voice echoing across the throne room like a death sentence.Damian stood still, his jaw clenched tight, the faintest tremor in his chest betraying the storm he was holding back. For a long moment, he didn’t respond. He looked straight ahead, eyes void of emotion, lips parted but silent.The bond may have been severed, but I could still feel it. The ache. The tether. The unspoken words that danced between us like dying embers refusing to go out.Finally, Damian spoke.“I swear.”And just like that, he turned to leave.His pack followed behind him silently, beaten but proud, moving like shadows along the palace halls. No one dared to stop them. The crowd parted like waves, unsure whether to pity or fear them. But I couldn’t

Skye's POVIt was a dark and windy day. Thick gray clouds loomed over Crescent Valley like a warning from the heavens, and the wind howled through the palace corridors, rattling the stained-glass windows with a ferocity that sent shivers crawling up my spine. I sat near the window, cradling my swollen belly, trying to calm the strange feeling rising inside me.Then it hit me.A sharp, agonizing pain tore through my lower abdomen, like claws ripping into flesh from the inside. I gasped and grabbed the edge of the chair. My breath hitched, and the next contraction slammed into me harder than the first.This wasn’t the usual discomfort I’d grown used to these past few weeks. This was something more. My body trembled as realization dawned.I was going into labor.“Damian!” I cried out instinctively, panic rising in my chest. “Damian!”But he didn’t come.I called again, louder this time, my voice echoing through the halls, but all I heard in return was the wind howling back.Where was he?

Damian's POVIt’s been a year since the war ended.A year since blood stained the gates of Crescent Valley. Since betrayal unraveled, since justice was served, and since I walked away from everything I once believed in.Now, I live here within the Lycan capital far from the remnants of the Silverclaw Pack. My cousin, Luther, has taken over leadership duties in my absence. He’s doing well. Better than expected, really. He’s strong, diplomatic, and level-headed. The kind of Alpha Silverclaw always needed. The kind I was never meant to be.Because I wasn’t truly one of them.Not really.Today marks my final visit to her—Luna Denise. The woman who raised me. The woman I once called mother.She awaits execution.It’s been scheduled and approved by the high council, and no one—no pack, no clan, and no elder dared to protest. Not after everything she did. Not after the truth was laid bare for the world to see. For the longest time, she ruled with a smile and poison behind her lips, spinning