Todos os capítulos de WOLVES OF WINTER MOON: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The palace was alive with tension, a predator aware of its prey yet cautious, biding its time. Servants scurried in near silence, their footsteps soft but echoing like warnings in the grand halls. Word of Lyra Whitlock’s near assassination spread like a virus among those loyal to the crown and those coveting power alike. Whispers trailed her like shadows, reaching ears that should have offered safety but instead plotted.Lyra moved cautiously through the corridors, flanked by Rylan, whose gold-flecked eyes never left her, and Kade, whose presence radiated dominance and danger. Each step brought the weight of the bond, humming like a live wire between them—his pain and her power intertwined so tightly that every faltering heartbeat, every shallow breath, was a warning.Rylan’s hand brushed hers, a fleeting connection that sent tremors through both of them. She clutched it, leaning into the anchor it provided. But beneath the fleeting tenderness, she could feel Kade’s gaze, simmering wi

The figure in the doorway didn’t move like a normal person. Each step was calculated, silent, predatory, a shadow among shadows, yet heavier than the stone beneath their feet. Silver eyes glinted in the moonlight, and in their hand, an obsidian blade hummed with dark magic.Lyra’s stomach twisted. The Winter Wraith had never been this close before. Its whispers had been distant, teasing, testing, but now—it was tangible. Real. Here.Rylan tightened his hold on her, half-wolf, half-human, muscles coiled like springs. The bond between them pulsed violently, white and gold light flickering along their skin. Lyra could feel it in every fiber of her body: fear, desire, rage, and raw power all braiding together, threatening to ignite.The intruder’s voice was low, silk over steel. “Lyra Whitlock. The Ascendant. Tonight, you die.”Lyra drew in a sharp breath. “You’re too late,” she spat. “I am already awake.”The figure laughed, a sound that grated against her bones. “Awake? You have no idea

The castle had fallen into a brittle quiet, but it wasn’t peace. Lyra could feel it in her bones. Every stone, every shadow, every flicker of torchlight seemed to whisper danger. The Winter Wraith was here, patient, waiting, feeding on fear. But the immediate threat had shifted—one she had never fully considered: Kade.The king’s presence was suffocating. He leaned against the doorway of her chamber, dark eyes flashing gold in the lantern light, hands clasped behind his back. He wasn’t shouting, he wasn’t attacking—yet every inch of him radiated possession, envy, and something darker.Lyra’s pulse quickened. She pressed herself closer to Rylan, who stood behind her, broad shoulders a shield. The bond between them throbbed violently, and she could feel every heartbeat, every surge of energy in his chest, every rush of his need and fear.“Lyra,” Kade began, voice low, smooth, curling like smoke around her. “You’re strong. More than I imagined. But do you think this bond—this… foolish in

The hall seemed to stretch endlessly, shadows pooling along the stone floors as Lucien Veyra’s intruders pressed closer. The Winter Wraith’s whispers coiled in Lyra’s mind, soft and sinister, tempting her to release the full force of her Ascendant power. Every nerve in her body screamed with need, danger, and desire, the bond with Rylan thrumming violently like a live wire against her wrist.“Lyra!” Rylan’s voice cracked through the storm of whispers. He pressed himself to her, hands gripping her sides, thumbs tracing the glowing white-gold mark. “Focus. Not him. Not the Wraith. Me. Always me.”Her chest heaved, magic flaring, white-gold sparks dancing along their intertwined wrists, light striking the walls in jagged arcs that seared shadows into ash.The intruders froze for a heartbeat, sensing the surge of power. Lucien’s grin faltered, just for an instant, as the energy radiating from Lyra and Rylan warped the very air.“You’re mine,” Lucien hissed, voice low, venomous. “Every spa

The dagger gleamed in the torchlight, a streak of darkness poised to pierce the heart of everything Lyra had fought to survive. Time slowed. Her pulse thudded in her ears, each beat in sync with the white-gold pulse of the bond that roared along her wrists, along her spine, along every nerve.Rylan’s growl shook the hall, vibrating through the stones beneath their feet. His golden eyes were molten, wolf fully unleashed, claws gleaming. He shifted between worlds of man and beast, every muscle coiled and trembling with deadly intent.“Lyra!” he shouted, voice a weapon. “Move!”She felt the dagger descend, felt the assassin’s aura brush against her like ice, felt a flicker of recognition in that malevolent familiarity. And then, instinctively, she acted.The Ascendant power surged violently, white-gold flames erupting from her chest, spiraling around her, wrapping her and Rylan in a cocoon of blinding light. The dagger froze midair, trapped in a shimmer of energy that shimmered like molt