Todos los capítulos de Revenge With The Enemy Alpha : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

GINA I returned to my suite about forty minutes later, light on my feet and buoyed by a joy I hadn’t felt in a long time. The door closed softly behind me, sealing in the quiet, and I leaned against it for a second, breathing out. Everything felt unreal lately, like I had stepped into another life and was still waiting for someone to tap my shoulder and tell me it was over.I crossed the room and began to undress, slipping out of my shoes first, then reaching for the zipper of my dress when my phone beeped.The sound startled me.I glanced at the screen.Keal: I’d like us to have dinner together in the dining room at 7 p.m. instead of you eating alone in your suite. There’s something we need to discuss.I stared at the message for a moment, wondering what he wanted to discuss with me.I shrugged my shoulders and typed back a simple reply.Me: That’s fine.And I pressed on send. I finished undressing and pulled on a pair of fitted jeans and a simple airy blouse; comfortable, underst

KEAL That’s when she moved. She closed the distance between us, her eyes dark with intent. Without a word, she sank to her knees on the plush carpet, right between my spread legs. The sight of her there, naked and submissive, yet utterly in control, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my core.Her hands came up, palms flat against my thighs. Then one hand drifted to the prominent bulge tenting my trousers. She rubbed. A slow, firm circle right over the head of my cock. The friction through the material was maddening…not enough, never enough. I bucked my hips up into her touch.She smiled, a wicked, wanton thing. Then she leaned forward.Her hot breath washed over me first. Then the wet, firm stroke of her tongue. She licked a long, slow stripe up the length of my shaft, right through the cotton of my boxers and the wool of my pants. The fabric grew damp. The sensation was indirect, muted, but the intent behind it was crystal clear. My hands fisted in the couch cushions.“Vanessa,” I

KEALI took my seat at the head of the long oak table just as the last of them filed in. The general offices were already awake with movement outside; clerks crossing the courtyard, runners carrying reports but in here, the room settled into a disciplined quiet. This was not a meeting for posturing. This was about keeping the pack alive and steady.Jordan sat to my right, as always, posture relaxed but eyes alert. Across from us were the treasurer, the head healer, the quartermaster, and two senior administrators who handled housing and labor rotations. No elders today. No council politics. Just numbers, needs, and consequences.“Let’s begin,” I said, folding my hands on the table. “I want updates. Start with supplies.”The quartermaster, an older man named Hale, cleared his throat and opened a ledger thick with notes. “Food stores are stable for now, Alpha. Grain reserves are at seventy percent capacity. Meat stores dipped last month due to the northern patrol expansion, but the hunt

KEALI walked into my study at exactly 5:30 a.m., the hour when the pack house still slept and the world felt quiet enough to be bent to my will. The sky outside the tall windows was still a deep blue, the kind that promised dawn but hadn’t delivered it yet. I liked this hour. There were no interruptions, no council members, no politics; just decisions and consequences.I signed through a stack of documents; approving supply reallocations and patrol adjustments, then made two calls in low voices. By the time I was done, my watch read 5:52 a.m.I straightened my jacket, then left the study.I had told Gina to meet me at my personal gym on the rooftop at six for the first day of the training. The first two days would be about endurance and strength. No weapons yet. Just conditioning her body to obey her will and to survive punishment. The gym was private, warded, and stocked with equipment most warriors didn’t even know existed. If she was going to face the leader of the women warriors,

KEAL The last stretch of evening training that first day ended with the kind of silence that only came after exhaustion had been wrung dry.It was close to seven when I finally called it. The rooftop gym was bathed in amber light from the setting sun, shadows stretching long across the mats and equipment. Gina stood a few feet away from me, hands braced on her knees, sweat tracing clean lines down her temples. Her breathing was steady, and controlled but I could tell every muscle in her body was burning.“Hold your stance,” I ordered, my voice clipped.She straightened immediately, jaw tight, shoulders squared despite the tremor in her arms. I circled her slowly, correcting her posture with short, precise gestures. Her balance had improved since morning. Not perfect, but better. Faster recovery time. Stronger core engagement. She was learning to listen to her body without letting it dictate her limits.“Again,” I said.She didn’t argue. Didn’t sigh. Didn’t complain.She dropped, powe