Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Nyra’s POVThe memory rose instantly, rain, pain, blood in my mouth, my ankle twisted, the woods spinning around me, fear curling in my stomach like a living thing.“I met him when I got injured in the woods,” I said. “He was the one who saved me.”My mother’s eyes narrowed. “And you chose to leave that part out?”Heat crawled up my neck.I nodded, swallowing hard. “ I am sorry, Mum. I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t know who he was. And I didn’t think I’d see him again. He was the one who saved me and took me to the hospital.”My mother’s brows drew together.“You couldn’t have known him. He and his mother left the pack before you were born.” She said and looked at me.“ So, when did you find out who he was?”I paused, then admitted softly, “At the assembly.”My mother’s gaze softened for half a second at that, at the honesty, at the fear.Then her face hardened with something else.Practicality.Survival.“Nyra,” she said softly, “you cannot take the challenge with Ronan.”The sen

Nyra’s POVI looked straight into his eyes, tears blurring him but not hiding him.“You were always stepping away from me when someone came,” I said. “Always scared to be seen.”My voice turned jagged.“But always eager to tell me how much you loved me when no one was watching.”Keiran’s sob caught in his throat.He shook his head helplessly.“I didn’t, Nyra, I,”“You had a life and choices,” I said, wiping at my face again. “And I did not.”I inhaled, shaking.“I am choosing me now.”Silence.The words hung there like a door shutting.“I have told you to reject me,” I said quietly, and my voice was so tired it scared me. “Let me go.”Then I added, cold and honest, “Go be with your precious Beverly.”Keiran shook his head, tears streaming freely now.“I can never let you go,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You are my mate.”His gaze sharpened with panic.“If Ronan chooses you today, he will not tomorrow,” he said, desperate now, trying to claw back control with fear. “He has Brooksbri

Keiran’s POVThe training grounds were alive when we arrived.Dust hung in the air, kicked up by wolves in motion. I could hear the thud of bodies hitting the ground, the sharp bark of instructions, the rough laughter that came after a clean throw. The place smelled like sweat and earth and dominance, like everything I’d been raised to be.And in the middle of it, like he belonged at the centre of attention, Ronan was there.Of course he was.It didn’t matter if he was sparring or simply watching, his presence carried weight. People made space for him without thinking. Heads turned when he spoke. Wolves straightened unconsciously when he moved.He wore the training field like a crown.The sight of him sent heat roaring through my veins.This was the man who had taken Nyra to the dancefloor.This was the man who had said my mate is right here into a microphone.This was the man who had kissed her under the moon.My mate.My mate that I’d kept hidden like a sin.I got out of the car befo

Nyra’s POVEvening came, and my mother still hadn’t returned.The cabin felt too quiet without her, too empty in a way that made my thoughts louder. The heartache of facing Keiran again had dulled my day into something heavy and slow. It wasn’t sharp anymore, not like it had been when I screamed at him to leave.Now it was just… there.A bruise I kept touching even when I didn’t mean to.I had stopped crying, but that didn’t mean I was okay. It only meant my body had run out of tears, like it had finally decided there were other things to do besides break apart.So I kept busy.I swept the floor twice. Wiped down the counter until the wood shone. Folded laundry that didn’t need folding. Refilled the little jars of herbs my mother liked, lining them up perfectly like order could soothe chaos.And when my hands had nothing else to do, my mind tried to go back to Keiran’s face.His tears.His pleading.The way he’d said four years like it was a chain he expected me to keep wearing.I hat

Nyra’s POVI stood behind my bedroom door for a long moment, palms pressed flat to the wood, trying to calm the frantic thumping in my chest.It was ridiculous.I wasn’t going to war. I wasn’t walking into the packhouse to be laughed at. I wasn’t facing Beverly’s sharp tongue or Keiran’s pleading eyes.I was going on a date.A real one.The kind girls whispered about with shy smiles. The kind I had watched from the edges of life, convinced it wasn’t meant for someone like me.I changed out of my simple house dress into something more suitable, nothing flashy, nothing that would invite attention, but still… pretty. A soft outfit that made me feel like a woman instead of a servant. I tied my hair back into a neat bun like I always did when I wanted to look composed, like I always did when I didn’t want anyone to see too much of me.Then I took a breath and stepped out.Ronan was waiting in the sitting space, patient and relaxed, like time bent to his will. He looked up the moment he hea