Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Nyra’s POVThe agreement hall didn’t feel like a hall tonight.It felt like a courtroom.The kind where the verdict had already been decided in people’s minds, and all that was left was the ceremony of pretending fairness existed.The elders sat at the front behind a long table carved from old wood that had seen too many winters and too many bloodlines rise and fall. Their faces were set in that neutral, heavy way elders always wore, like emotion was beneath them, like their hearts had been traded for duty a long time ago.Around them stood pack officers and house leaders, men and women whose eyes carried rank in the way they held themselves. Some were curious. Some were cold. Some looked like they couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come, as if the challenge was a feast and they’d already sharpened their teeth.I sat beside Ronan, his arm draped behind me like a barrier. Not suffocating. Not controlling. Just… there. A silent reminder to anyone watching that I wasn’t alone anymore.Across

Nyra’s POVThe hall was buzzing now, murmurs rising like a swarm.Some looked amused.Some looked furious.Some looked unsettled, like the ground beneath Vandwood had shifted and they didn’t like it.The first elder slammed his staff again.Silence cut through the room like a blade.“Enough,” he snapped. “Alpha Keiran, you are required to register. If you refuse, you forfeit the challenge.”Keiran’s eyes widened.Beverly’s head snapped toward him, panic flashing.“You can’t forfeit,” she whispered sharply, and this time her sweetness was gone. “Do you understand what that means for me?”Keiran didn’t even look at her.Ronan spoke from beside me, voice smooth and mocking.“So dramatic,” he said, loud enough for the hall to hear. “It’s just ink.”Keiran’s head turned sharply, fury flaring.Ronan’s mouth curved into a slow, taunting smile.He leaned down toward me briefly, as if he was about to kiss my cheek, then looked back at Keiran as he straightened.“You can’t keep crying and roari

Nyra’s POVEvening with Ronan felt like the only time the world stopped trying to rip me apart.The house went quiet after dinner, quiet in the way a place becomes when the day’s noise finally gives up. The corridors held the faint scent of wood and warm food and Ronan’s cologne, but his wolf threaded through everything too, subtle and possessive, like he had breathed life into the walls since returning.We lay together in his bed, the sheets warmed by our bodies, my back tucked into his chest. He had one arm draped around my waist, the other bent behind his head, and every so often his fingers would trace small circles on my stomach as if he was reminding me, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.I stared at the ceiling, but I wasn’t seeing plaster or shadows.I was seeing tomorrow.I was seeing the hall again.The elders’ faces.Beverly’s smile.The way the pack looked at me like I was something they’d already decided didn’t deserve to stand in the light.Ronan shifted slightly, and his

Nyra’s POVThe morning of the challenge arrived like a blade pressed to my throat.It wasn’t the kind of morning that eased itself into the world with softness. It felt heavy from the moment I opened my eyes, like the air itself knew what today meant, like the walls of the cabin were holding their breath with me.I sat up too fast, sheets sliding down my legs, heart already thundering as if I’d been running in my sleep. The room was still dim, the pale grey of dawn only just beginning to bleed through the small window, but my body didn’t care that the sun wasn’t up yet.My nerves were.My fear was.My thoughts were.I pressed my palm to my chest, trying to steady the frantic rise and fall, trying to force my breathing into something that didn’t sound like panic.Today.Today was the day they would all look at me again.Today was the day Beverly would smile like a knife.Today was the day the pack would decide whether I was worthy of standing beside Ronan… or whether I deserved to be d

Nyra’s POVMy mother gasped as her feet slid back, and she stumbled, actually stumbled, like something invisible had pushed her.“Mother!” I cried, shock slicing through my anger.But she caught herself against the edge of the dresser, eyes wide, breath ragged.I stared at my hands.My palms were trembling.The crystal burned warm against my chest, brighter now, the light almost spilling onto the fabric of my shirt.I took a shaky breath, staring at my fingers,And screamed.Because my skin had changed.Golden scales shimmered across the back of my hand, like sunlight trapped under skin, like armour that shouldn’t exist on a human body. They weren’t dull. They were beautiful in a terrifying way, each scale small, perfect, catching the light from the crystal and throwing it back in sharp glints.My throat locked.My stomach rolled.“No, no, no,” I choked, shaking my hand as if that would get rid of them. “What is this?”My mother’s face went white.“Nyra,” she whispered, voice breaking