Todos os capítulos de Fated to The Last Fenrir: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

At the exact moment Gwyneth Windsor’s dark eyes opened, another pair of silver, vacant eyes snapped open with sudden clarity—hundreds of galaxies away.Alaric did not know how long he had been fighting on this desolate, ravaged planet. The surface was a foul graveyard, thick with dismembered insect husks and shattered bone. The air hung heavy with a rotten, metallic stench.Normally, such filth would have provoked instant disgust, but for days the crimson haze had consumed his sanity, twisting him into a merciless machine. All that remained within him was the desire to kill.He was deep in the frenzy of violence when it happened...A powerful, agonizing string of tension—a silent, visceral yank—tore through his chest. It pulled with impossible force. The red filter clouding his vision melted away.He stood motionless. The murderous rage was gone, replaced by that heavy silence and an unfamiliar, aching yearning.Then a deep, guttural sound tore through the quiet landscape. It was not

In a grand room in the Aetheria palace, Aslan and Lev watched the bed with anxious eyes. A small child was curled into a tight ball under the blankets, frozen in fear. Lev’s long, wavy black hair had already been tied back—a task Aslan had done earlier to stop his husband from nervously tugging at it. They had been trying to coax the child for nearly an hour, but she refused to move. Aslan’s lips pressed into a thin line, a worried crease appearing between his brows. He, too, had run out of ideas. Just as the two men were about to drown in their worries, a loud rumble echoed from the bed. Growl... They looked at each other, their eyes asking the same question: Did you hear that? 'Our baby is hungry', they both thought at the exact same moment. Aslan hurried to the bedroom door, which was open just a crack. Several pairs of eyes peeked through the gap. The servants quickly stumbled back as he pulled the door open. Ignoring them, Aslan found the head butler. "Bring the food

Gwyneth watched helplessly as she was carried away by the green-eyed man. She clutched tightly at his collar, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at being cradled like a toddler. Oddly enough, she did not hate their touch. Given the absurdity of her situation, she should have been hyperventilating, but after the initial shock, she felt strangely adjusted—a state far removed from her usual anxiety.She looked back and saw a group of giants in elaborate maid dresses and one in a smart butler suit following, gesturing comically at her. She flinched and quickly looked away. She focused instead on the beautiful golden-eyed man, who walked beside them, lightly clutching the arm of the man carrying her.The two were clearly the masters of this place, evident in their clothing. The golden-eyed man wore sweeping midnight-black velvet. The man carrying her wore a refined navy-blue suit, sharply cut to his muscular form. Their clothes were perfect, detailed, and hinted at power and order.She

Lev quickly nodded, too eager to show off his new masterpiece of a room to even glance back. Aslan chuckled, watching them go. Lev’s hurried steps and Gwyneth’s small form carried protectively in his arms.Once they disappeared from sight, Aslan turned down another hallway leading to his study. He opened the galaxy’s mainframe system, linked directly to the imperial star network, and sent his findings to the Emperor of the Royal Fenrir Empire.Aslan’s report was a tragic masterpiece. He detailed the child’s circumstances with unflinching honesty. He described how she was unregistered, deprived of education, and denied proper care. He highlighted his strong belief that the child had been confined and isolated from the world. It was, he wrote, a crime against the hope of the future.He urged the officials to uncover the culprit, condemning the act as unforgivable. He demanded the highest sanction—death—for whoever was responsible.He also petitioned the Emperor to restrain the nobles fr

Two days had passed since the terrifying incident that had plunged the entire Aetheria Palace into a state of alternating dread and frantic hope. For such a long time, the palace—once peaceful and quiet—had become a whirlwind of activities, swinging wildly from excitement and gloom to happiness and back to chaos.The two lords had been caught in a storm of emotions rarely seen in past years, which brought a strange, necessary color to their otherwise ordered lives.Gwyneth lay on the soft, massive bed, watching the gauze curtain flutter at the window as she breathed in the fresh air. She let out a slow, deep sigh…When she opened her eyes earlier, she found herself back in the room Lev had said was hers. A faint throbbing still lingered beneath her eyes, but the sharp, searing pain was gone. Even without saying a word, she knew something serious had happened—she could tell from the way the two men had looked at her.Her lips pressed together as the familiar weight of anxiety crept up