Todos los capítulos de Shattered By The Alpha: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 16

Chapter ElevenZara POV,I could feel the heat radiating from Alpha Silas’s back against my chest as his fingers were laced firmly through mine. It was a silent, blistering declaration of ownership that made my chest hum with a confusing mix of relief and terror. Across the room Alpha Lir froze, and I watched his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of my work bench, his rings digging into the wood and I could hear the distinct creak of the timber protesting under his strength. He was a predator in another man’s den, surrounded by Silas’s guards and Silas’s scent, and the effort it took for him to stay still was visible in the frantic pulse jumping in his neck.“You’re shaking Lir.” Alpha Silas said. “Is the attic air too thin for a Silvercrest Alpha? Or is it just the realization that your checkbook doesn't have a seat at this table?”Alpha Lir's jaw tightened so hard I thought his jaw might break."I didn't come here to trade insults with you, Silas," Alpha Lir rasped.

Chapter ThirteenZara POVAs I stood on the edge of the banquet hall, the mustard silk of my gown felt like a second skin, one that was currently too tight. Every time the heavy oak doors swung open, my wolf lunged toward the gap, searching for the scent of winter and expensive scotch. Searching for Lir.He’s gone, Zara, I told my wolf, gripping the stem of a champagne flute until my knuckles mirrored the white of the marble pillars. He walked out and he chose the title and my step-sister."You look like you’re bracing for an impact," Silas’s voice drifted over my shoulder, warm and steady. He stepped into my space, his presence a cooling balm against the jagged heat Lir had left behind."I'm just... adjusting to the light," I lied, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes.Silas didn't push further. He was too observant for that. He simply placed a hand on the small of my back and leaned in. "The elders are restless, Zara. They see a Master Weaver in a Silvercrest Alpha’s shadow, a

Chapter FifteenZara Fen POV,I forced my eyes open, the early morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the room, illuminating a scene that made my heart stop.I wasn’t in my workshop. I wasn't in the safety of Silas’s wing.I was on a bed that smelled of lilies and betrayal. I looked down at my body, and a silent scream caught in my throat. My mustard silk gown, the one Silas had gifted me and Emily had dressed me in for the ball was shredded on the floor, the bondice was torn apart and the fine silk hanging around my waist."No," I whispered, the word cracking in the silence.I scrambled to sit up, my head spinning with a violent, nauseating throb. That was when I saw the note. It was lying on the pillow where a head should have been. But it wasn't the note Elara had sent to me.I reached for it, my fingers trembling so hard I nearly dropped the parchment as I read the last line.‘The ink is already dry. Silas is the warmth you never were.’I read the words again.