Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Elaine’s POVThe corridors beyond the room were quieter than earlier, though not empty. The castle in daylight revealed itself differently than it had when I arrived. More sophisticated. More complete. Less like the rough stronghold of a cast-out ruler clawing his place into existence, more like an empire that had had years to define its own luxury. There were still black stone bones everywhere, but now finer details lived around them. Inlaid metals. Deep carpets. Carved pillars etched with patterns from lines older than any werewolf pack history. More light brought in through clever openings high above. A cooling system of some kind running through certain walls where the outer heat would have made other spaces unbearable. It was beautiful.And cold.That was the clearest difference. The old castle had once felt dangerous but alive, chaotic in some wings, sharpened by growth and expansion. Now it felt fully mastered. Orderly. Disciplined. Rich with power. Yet warmth was missing from

Elaine’s POVI set the cloth aside.“I’ll come.”The servant bowed and withdrew. My stomach was already tight again by the time I left the infirmary. Healing had been easier. Bodies were honest. Wounds told truth with enough looking. People did not.As I followed the servant through the corridors, I tried not to let memory get ahead of me. The dining hall had once been a place of dark light and late laughter and Tobias’s hand resting somewhere on my chair, my wrist, my knee, as if he could not quite stand me being present without also marking the fact that I was his to notice. I remembered the long black table. The silver-lit stone. The way his commanders used to watch me carefully when he first brought me there, as if trying to understand what place I had in a kingdom that had never been kind to softness.Now I was being led there like a summoned wound.The doors opened. Tobias was already seated. Of course he was. He sat at the head of the table as though the room had been carved ar

Elaine’s POVI wiped at my face and hated how small I looked in front of him even while the truth in me stayed large enough to demand speaking.“It was not easy for me either,” I said. “It was the hardest decision I ever made.”His eyes sharpened. I kept going.“I did it so my people could survive.”That caught him. I saw it happen. His entire focus changed, not softened, but reoriented. The anger did not vanish. It simply shifted to make space for confusion and something harder-edged.“What does that mean?”I swallowed. This was the impossible part. How to explain visions? The Moon? War before war? A daughter conceived as answer? How to say I betrayed you because your child had to exist on the werewolf side before birth or the future burned? How to ask him to hold trust in hands I had already shattered?“You wouldn’t understand,” I said, hating the weakness of it even as it left my mouth. “But I need you to trust me.”The words came out and I almost laughed at myself from sheer despa

Nyra’s POVI left my mother’s cabin with the book pressed so tightly against my chest that my arms had already started to ache from holding it, and still I did not loosen my grip. The place felt different now. Not just emptier. Not just sadder. Before, it had been the house where my mother and I survived. The house where the world kept us at the edge and we learned to live there anyway. The house where loneliness sat in corners like another piece of furniture. The house where I had grown up believing silence was just what our life looked like, where secrets were only the small kind, the kind poor women and their daughters kept because the pack liked to turn private pain into gossip.Now it felt like something else entirely. A hiding place. A station. A room built over a buried truth so large it made my whole childhood look smaller than it had any right to be. The book in my arms felt heavier because I knew what it held now. Not all of it. I had not read every page. I had barely been a

Nyra’s POVI wanted to say I could not ask that of him. That the Outlands might not allow it. That Tobias might not allow it. That my father’s name sitting in my blood made every future path more uncertain than anything we could plan for here. But instead I said the only thing that came honestly.“Thank you.”Ronan reached out then and took my uninjured hand. Warm. Firm. Real. The contrast between this and what I had once lived through nearly undid me again. No secrecy. No shrinking. No asking me to wait in shadows until a man found enough courage to stand beside me. Just him, looking at the worst and strangest truth of my life and saying I see it, I fear it, and I am still here. I squeezed his hand back hard enough that he had to feel how much it mattered.We did not speak of the Outlands journey any further that night. Not because it was resolved. Because it was not. Nothing about it was simple enough for one conversation to contain. But the truth sat between us openly after that, a