Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Nyra’s POVThen his eyes flicked over me, taking in my bare feet, my messy hair, the fact that I looked nothing like I did at the ball.He raised an eyebrow. “You were about to go out like this?”I glanced down at myself. “I was… picking mushrooms.”“In the woods,” he repeated.“Yes.”“And you haven’t eaten,” he said, not a question.I blinked, caught. “How do you, ”“Your scent,” he said simply. “And your face. You look like you were about to work before you even breathed properly.”Heat rose to my cheeks. “I was going to make breakfast.”“And still pick mushrooms,” he added.“Yes,” I admitted, then frowned. “You came too early. I’m not ready. I, ”Ronan rolled up his sleeves like he was preparing for battle, not mushroom picking.“Then I’ll join you,” he said.I stared. “You’ll… what?”“I’ll join you,” he repeated, like it was obvious. “You said you have to pick mushrooms. Let’s go pick mushrooms.”I blinked harder. “You’re an Alpha.”“And?” he asked, deadpan.“You’re… Ronan.”“And?

Ronan’s POVThe world hit the ground with us.Grass, soft and bright a second ago, became a blur beneath my shoulder as I took the fall hard enough to feel it bite into bone. My arms went around Nyra instinctively, turning my body so she wouldn’t crack her head open on a stone, but the moment we stopped rolling, I knew something was wrong.Nyra didn’t gasp.Nyra didn’t curse.Nyra didn’t laugh at my clumsiness the way she would have, five minutes ago, when she was tucked between my legs and pretending she wasn’t melting every time I breathed near her ear.She lay on her back, eyes open, too open, staring at the sky like it wasn’t the sky she was seeing.And then the golden light came.At first it was a faint shimmer at the edges of her skin, like sunlight caught under water. Then it thickened, gathering around her chest and throat, curling like smoke, not rising but circling, as if it was searching for an exit.My blood ran cold.“Nyra.” I grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. “

Ronan’s POVI stepped closer, looming without meaning to, but I couldn’t help it. My wolf wanted answers the way it wanted blood.“Whatever you’re hiding,” I said, teeth clenched, “you better tell me now.”Elaine’s eyes snapped to mine.“Ronan, ”“My mate,” I cut in, voice hard. “Nyra is my mate. You don’t get to keep me in the dark about something that almost killed her.”Elaine flinched slightly, then her chin lifted.“You can’t tell anyone what you just witnessed,” she said quickly, like that was the priority.I stared at her, incredulous.“You’re worried about people knowing,” I said, voice sharp. “She was glowing on your couch, Elaine.”Elaine’s expression tightened, fear turning into urgency.“You don’t understand what this means,” she whispered.“Then explain it,” I snapped.Nyra shifted slightly under Elaine’s hand, a soft sound leaving her throat, and I forced myself to lower my voice.“I won’t tell anyone,” I said, controlled now but still furious. “I swear it. But you have

Keiran’s POVThe dining room was already set.The smell of breakfast hit me, eggs, herbs, bacon, fresh bread.Normally it would’ve grounded me. Normally it would’ve reminded me that pack life continued, that routine was stability.Today, it made my stomach twist.My father sat at the head of the table as always. Alpha Ethan.Straight-backed, composed, the kind of man who could be smiling and still make you feel like you were being watched by a blade.My mother sat to his right, Luna Ingrid, perfectly dressed even at breakfast, hair smooth, jewellery glittering in the morning light.She looked like what she always looked like: untouchable.Beverly wasn’t there yet.Thank the moon for that small mercy, because if she’d been there, I might have snapped before I even spoke.My mother lifted her eyes when I walked in, and something flickered across her face.She knew.Not the full truth, maybe, but she knew I hadn’t slept.She could see it in my posture, the way my wolf sat too close to th

Nyra’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Not the gentle kind that came with sleep, but the heavy kind, like my body had been dragged through fire and left to cool in ash. My limbs were slow. My head throbbed faintly, as if someone had pressed a thumb into the centre of my skull and refused to let go.I blinked.Once.Twice.The cabin ceiling swam above me, the wooden beams unfamiliar for half a heartbeat, then memory snapped back in jagged pieces.The meadow.The whisper.My name.The wind sliding through my ear like fingers.The invisible wall.Ronan’s arms, yanking me back hard enough that we both hit the ground.My heart lurched, and I tried to sit up too quickly.The room tipped.A hand caught my shoulder instantly, steadying me.“Easy,” Ronan’s voice said, low and close.I turned my head, and there he was, sitting on the couch like he’d been carved into it from worry. His posture was too still, too coiled. His eyes looked like he’d spent the last hour fighting the urge to te