Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Nyra’s POV“He’s fine,” she said loudly, as if addressing the crowd. “He’s just angry. Anyone would be angry after being My heart didn’t slow down after my scream.It kept racing as if the sound had stayed trapped inside my ribs, bouncing around, refusing to settle. My lungs still felt too small. My throat still burned.Because I knew what I’d stopped.I knew what Ronan had been about to do.I’d seen it in his wolf’s posture, the angle of his head, the way his jaws had hovered. I’d felt it in the air, in that sudden, lethal stillness that wasn’t fear but decision. If I hadn’t screamed, if I hadn’t begged, he would have finished it.And the terrifying part was… he would have done it without hesitation.For me.For what he believed was mine.That thought made something in my chest twist so hard it hurt.Not because I didn’t want him to protect me. Not because I didn’t want someone to choose me that completely.But because Keiran had been under him.And Keiran’s wolf had refused to stay

Nyra’s POVBeverly’s lips parted, and for a split second, I thought she’d accept it.She should have accepted it.It would have been a free win for her.But Beverly didn’t want a free win.She wanted a public humiliation.She wanted to put her hands on me and make the whole pack watch.So she laughed.A bright, sharp, cruel sound.“No,” she said.The crowd hushed again, confused.Beverly lifted her chin, eyes glittering.“I don’t agree.”Luna Ingrid’s head snapped toward her, then Ingrid stood, her voice loud and cutting.“I also don’t agree,” Ingrid said.My breath caught.Ronan’s head turned slowly toward Ingrid.The air around him shifted.Danger.Even in human form, he carried it like a weapon.“What did you say?” Ronan asked, voice low.Ingrid’s chin lifted higher, like she was trying to remind him she was a Luna, like her title could protect her from his temper.“The opponent must agree for the strength trial to be waived,” Ingrid said clearly, turning her face toward the elders

Nyra’s POVBeverly’s smile was the kind that didn’t reach her eyes.It was all teeth and promise.She stepped closer until there was barely a breath of space between us, close enough that I could smell her perfume layered over the sharp scent of her wolf, clean, expensive, and mean. Her gaze dragged over my hoodie, down my sleeves, then back to my face, like she was taking inventory of where she wanted to hurt me first.“You know,” she said softly, so only I could hear, “I won’t go easy on you.”I didn’t blink.She leaned in a fraction more, voice dropping lower, sweeter.“I plan to disregard the rules,” she murmured, like she was confessing a secret to a friend. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A real one.”Her eyes flicked to my neck, right where Ronan’s scent lived. Her lip curled, jealousy and disgust mixing like poison.“You should have stayed in your corner,” she added. “Servants don’t get to stand where I stand.”I could hear the crowd beyond the ring, feel their anticipation

Ronan’s POVThe moment Beverly’s claws tore into Nyra, something in me went cold.Not the calm kind of cold.The kind that kills mercy.Nyra hit the ground hard, blood spraying the dirt like the pack’s rules meant nothing, like the elders’ words were just theatre for weak men who liked to pretend they were just.I heard the sound she made when she landed, half breath, half choke, and the sight of it cracked something open in my chest.My mate.On the ground.Bleeding.And Beverly still standing over her.I didn’t even realise I’d taken a step forward until Malcolm’s arm came out across my chest, stopping me, not with force, but with caution.“Alpha,” he warned under his breath, voice tight. “If you enter the ring, ”“I don’t care,” I growled.But I did.Not about myself. Not about the title. Not about their stupid tradition.I cared because Nyra was still conscious enough to feel pain, and if I moved wrong, they would call it interference and give these vultures exactly what they want

Ronan’s POVA golden glow pulsed.The scales vanished.Nyra’s wolf shuddered.And she shifted back.Human.Still.Unconscious again, collapsing like her body had been a vessel for something too big and it had drained her dry.I moved without thinking.I crossed the ring in two long strides, dropped to my knees beside her, and the first thing I saw was her arms.The sleeves of her hoodie had pulled up slightly in the struggle.Golden scales were starting to bloom along her skin again, shimmering faintly like a secret trying to escape.My blood went cold.I didn’t know who had seen.I didn’t want to know.I just reacted.I ripped off my own outer shirt, fast, and draped it over her arms and chest, covering her like I could cover the truth itself.Then I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight against me, shielding her from every angle, every stare, every hungry eye.“Nyra,” I breathed, pressing my forehead to hers. “Nyra, come back.”Her lashes fluttered.Her mouth parted slightly.Sh