Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Nyra’s POVThe park was quieter than I expected.Not empty, just calm, like the town finally loosened its grip when the night came. The trees stood tall, their leaves whispering softly in the breeze, and the lamps along the pathway cast gentle circles of light that didn’t reach far enough to steal the darkness.Ronan led me deeper into the grass where it felt private, where the world couldn’t lean in and listen.He spread the takeout bag beside us and sat down first, then patted the spot next to him like it was my rightful place.I lowered myself carefully, smoothing my skirt, still half expecting someone to come and remind me I didn’t belong here. But the grass was cool and forgiving beneath my fingers, and the air smelled like earth and night flowers.Above us, the moon hung full and bright, so close it almost looked touchable.Ronan reached for my hand.His fingers slid through mine as if it was instinct, as if the shape of my hand had already been carved into his. His thumb brushe

Keiran’s POVI saw them before I even stepped inside.Through the glass.Through the warm, golden light spilling out onto the street like a promise.Nyra was sitting by the window.Not in the corner. Not hidden. Not half-turned away like she was bracing for someone to shame her. She was right there where anyone could see her. Where the world could look. She looked beautiful. She had dressed up for him. Not me. Him.And Ronan was across from her, leaning in, smiling like he had all the time in the world.Nyra laughed.Not the small, careful sound she used when she was trying to survive.A real laugh.It hit me in the chest so hard I forgot how to breathe.My feet slowed as if my body had turned into stone. My stomach dropped and twisted and then went hollow, like hunger had been punched out of me. One moment I’d been walking towards the restaurant thinking about food, trying to be normal, trying to pretend the day hadn’t ended with Nyra screaming at me and my pride bleeding all over he

Nyra’s POV The cabin felt different at night. Not quieter, Vandwood was always quiet out here, always distant enough that the pack’s laughter didn’t carry, but closer, like the walls leaned in when the sun went down. Like the dark made everything you tried to ignore crawl back onto your lap.I should have been asleep. I should have let my body rest after the day I’d had, after Keiran on his knees in front of me, after the way my chest had cracked open and poured four years of waiting onto the floor.But my mother hadn’t come home to rest. She came home to work. And the moment the door shut behind her, she moved with that same determined focus she wore when she was mixing remedies for wounds and fever, calm hands, sharp eyes, no room for excuses.“The training starts tonight,” she’d said.So here I was. Barefoot in the sitting space, the rug rolled back, the floor cold under my feet. The lantern on the table burned low. Shadows flickered across the walls like they were alive. The air

Nyra’s POVThe gold stayed in the crystal for a heartbeat too long.Long enough to prove it wasn’t a trick of lantern light.Long enough to make my skin prickle and my lungs forget what to do with air.My arms were still raised like I was about to throw it, frozen mid-motion, breath caught painfully in my throat. The crystal burned warm in my palms, and the glow inside it pulsed, soft, molten, alive, like it had been sleeping and I had finally screamed loud enough to wake it.I stared at it, stunned.My mind couldn’t hold the shape of what I was seeing.Golden light.In my hands.Because of me.“What…?” My voice came out thin, almost childlike. “What does that mean?”My mother moved so fast she was suddenly in front of me.Her eyes were bright in a way I hadn’t seen in years, wide, almost disbelieving, like joy had hit her too hard to fit in her body.She took the crystal from my hands carefully, reverently, like it was sacred.The moment it left my palms, I felt colder.Empty.But th

Nyra’s POVFor a heartbeat, the head maid just stared at me.Her fist hovered in the air like she couldn’t decide whether to swing again or retreat. The other maids tightened their grip on my arms, confused, unsettled, because they had felt me move. They had felt my body twist in a way it shouldn’t have been able to twist while restrained.Their eyes flicked between each other.A fluke, I could almost hear them thinking.A lucky dodge.Nothing more.I was still trying to gather my strength to wrench free, still struggling to breathe through the sting in my ribs, when a sound cut through the garden like a blade.A growl.Low.Dangerous.The kind of growl that didn’t threaten. It promised.The maids froze instantly.Their hands loosened on my arms so fast it felt like my skin finally got air again. The servants watching stepped back as if the ground had turned to fire beneath their feet.They all turned toward the direction of the sound.I didn’t need to guess.My body knew him the way