Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Betrayed Mate: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

They dragged me back toward the lower corridors again, my arms bound but my spine unbent.The sting on my cheek had cooled into a dull throb. My body felt hollow from hunger and strain, yet my mind burned with sharp, furious clarity. Selene had miscalculated. Torin had seen it. Clay had allowed it.And then fate, or something darker, decided that humiliation was not enough.The doors to the council chamber had not fully closed when hurried footsteps echoed from the upper hall.Small footsteps.Light. Familiar.My heart seized.“Father!”Zach’s voice rang through the corridor before I saw him.He burst into the chamber, breathless, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with urgency. A guard shouted behind him, but too late.Time fractured.Clay turned sharply at the sound of his name.Selene’s expression shifted from calculated composure to surprise.Torin lifted a hand as if to halt the boy.And then the air changed.It was not a sound at first.It was pressure.There was a sudden thickening of t

Zach.My mind flickered back to the moment the doors opened. The scent shift. The shadow was moving before anyone else sensed it.The beast had not come for Clay.It had come for him.But Selene had rushed to Clay.Leaving Zach exposed.And I had moved without thinking.“You are playing out a script,” I said quietly.Torin’s eyes sharpened.Selene’s lips parted slightly.Clay frowned. “Explain.”I forced myself onto one elbow despite the protest from my body. “Every move is timed, every accusation placed before evidence. The beast appears the moment Zach enters. You rush to Clay. I defend the chamber. And now the narrative is ready.”Selene’s composure cracked for half a second. Just enough.“What narrative?” she asked evenly.“That I am chaos.”The Elders who were there shifted again.Clay studied Selene. Then me.Torin exhaled slowly. “Clay, regardless of intent, perception is everything right now. If she is seen receiving medical care while accusations remain unresolved, factions w

The fever did not burn the way I expected it to.It did not rage like fire. It crept.Slow. Persistent. A tide pulling at the edges of my consciousness.The clinic smelled of crushed herbs and damp linen. Bitter roots steeped too long in boiling water. Old wood polished with oil to hide the scent of blood. My blood.I floated somewhere between pain and quiet.Then the door opened.Authority does not ask permission from hinges.I did not need to see him to know.It was Clay.The room shifted around his presence. He did not speak immediately. He assessed. He always assessed first.I kept my breathing thin and uneven. Let my chest rise shallowly beneath the bandages. Let the healers believe they were losing me.“Why is she not improving?” Clay’s voice cut through the room.His voice was low and controlled.The head healer bowed slightly. I could hear the rustle of cloth. “Alpha, the toxin from the beast’s claws was not ordinary. It is resisting our remedies.”“Then change the remedy.”Th

Every breath I drew was a deliberate effort, a reminder that I was still alive, though barely. My body ached in ways I couldn’t fully describe, muscles screaming from the recent battles, ribs still tender from the last confrontation with the beast, and yet the mind had refused to rest. I needed answers. I needed allies. And above all, I needed Kruger.I could barely speak, but I knew I had to manage.“How is she?” I whispered, referring to Aghata.“I don’t know Luna, she can’t speak, and there is no promise she may ever speak,” Aisha said. It looked like her voice contained a little tear.I tried to push myself upright, testing the strength of my limbs, ignoring the dull, gnawing ache in my side. Aisha was vigilant, immediately moved closer, her eyes sharp and unwavering. Aisha was a beacon of stability in a world that seemed to be collapsing around me. “Zanny,” she murmured softly, “rest. You’re not ready yet.”I looked at her, my eyes burning with urgency. My voice had returned

Every shadow seemed to twist and shift, as if waiting for a signal, a movement, or perhaps for my failure. I could feel the weight of the day pressing down on me, heavy and unrelenting, but I could not rest. I knew I had to act, to move, to plan, and yet, I was still recovering from the wounds the beast had inflicted. My body screamed at me to stop, to breathe, to simply allow myself to collapse into exhaustion, but my mind would not allow it. Zach’s safety, my pack, my very life and I could not let it slip through my fingers.I turned my gaze toward Aisha, my most loyal maid and protector, who had stood unwaveringly by my side through everything. Her eyes, wide and determined, reflected my own inner turmoil, the same storm of resolve and fear. “Aisha,” I said, my voice firm despite the fatigue in my body, “we cannot wait any longer. We need Krager’s help. There is no other way to counter what Selene is planning. You know she is not done with her schemes.”Aisha’s eyes hardened. Sh