Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Nyra’s POVThe cream fabric caught the light like it had been made for candlelit halls and careful hands. The neckline was simple but elegant. The waist fitted in a way that made me look… grown. The skirt fell in soft folds that didn’t cling, didn’t beg, didn’t apologise.I looked like a woman.Not a servant.Not an outcast.Not an Omega who had spent her day in the garden with dirt under her nails and shame under her skin.My throat tightened so fast it felt like it might close.Because the girl in the mirror looked like she belonged somewhere warm.Somewhere safe.And I didn’t.The contrast hit like grief.My mother leaned in close, her voice a whisper meant only for me.“You look like a goddess, sweetheart.”The words landed too hard, too tender.My eyes stung instantly. I blinked fast, swallowing the feeling back down because she had worked too carefully on the make-up for me to ruin it with tears. My lashes trembled anyway.“You look beautiful too, Mother,” I managed.It was true.

Nyra’s POVFor a moment he just stared at me like I was a ghost. Like I wasn’t supposed to be standing here in silk and cream. Like the sight of me hurt him.I tried to move past him immediately, because there was no safe version of this conversation.But his hand shot out and closed around my wrist.Not rough. Not painful.Still, my body went rigid.“Nyra,” he said, voice tight. “Let’s talk in private, please.”My throat dried.I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady.“There is nothing to discuss, Alpha Keiran. I am not angry. And I have accepted things as they are.”His grip tightened just slightly, not in anger, more in desperation.“Please,” he breathed. “I… I can’t live without you. Once this thing is over and I win, I will announce our bond to everyone. I promise. Please don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us.”For one second, the words almost worked.Not because I believed him, because I didn’t.But because some part of me still remembered what it felt like to be wanted.

Nyra’s POVAlpha Ethan’s frown deepened the way a storm thickened before it broke. So did Elara’s.The two of them looked at Ronan like he’d spoken in a language they didn’t recognise, like they’d expected arrogance, maybe rebellion, but not this. Not a claim that dragged an Omega into the centre of Vandwood’s traditions.“Here?” Alpha Ethan asked, voice clipped.Ronan didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he said. Then, as if he wanted the entire hall to hear the name and choke on it, he added, “Miss Nyra Moonchild.”And he pulled me closer. Not behind him. Not half-hidden. Closer.My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my knees.The hall erupted.Some people laughed openly. Others murmured the way wolves did when they scented blood in the air, excited, offended, entertained. I heard a few words snap through the noise like whips.“Moonchild?” “An Omega?” “Elaine’s daughter?”Even Alpha Ethan’s mouth tightened, displeasure hardening into something like disbelief.“Son,” he began, and

Nyra’s POVKeiran called my name again.I felt it like a hook in my spine, sharp, familiar, almost automatic. The old part of me wanted to turn. Wanted to respond. Wanted to be pulled back into what I had always known.But I didn’t.I kept walking.Ronan’s hand stayed around mine, warm and steady, like he was guiding me out of a room full of eyes and into something quieter. The garden doors opened, and the cool night air wrapped around my face like relief. The noise of the hall dulled behind us, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of music leaking through stone.I didn’t look back.If I looked back, I might crumble.We walked along the garden path where lanterns threw little pools of light onto the ground. The flowers were sleeping, folded into themselves, but the scent still lingered, earthy and sweet, like the night was holding its breath. My heart was still racing from everything inside that hall, from the way Ronan had said my name as if it was a claim. As if

Ronan’s POVBy the time I got back to my room, the noise of the banquet was still in my bones.Not the music. Not the laughter.The shift.The way the hall had changed the second I said her name out loud. The way some people laughed like I’d offered them entertainment, and others stared like I’d committed a crime.And Nyra, standing beside me with that quiet, bruised dignity, had looked like she’d been born to be gentle in a world that rewarded sharp teeth.I closed the door behind me, already knowing I wasn’t alone.My mother stood near the window, arms folded, posture rigid with fury. The moonlight caught her hair like silver, and her expression looked carved out of disappointment.I didn’t greet her.I didn’t ask why she was here.I simply loosened my jacket and set it down slowly, because if I moved too fast, my wolf would rise, and this would turn into something uglier than words.Her eyes tracked me like I was a stranger.“Are you out of your mind?” she snapped. “A wolfless mate