Todos los capítulos de Revenge With The Enemy Alpha : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

GINABy the sixth morning without Keal, I finally understood how much I had gotten used to his presenceHis absence wasn’t loud.It didn’t crash into my days or make me restless in obvious ways. It was quieter than that…woven into the spaces between things. Into the pauses between breaths. Into the moments where I caught myself expecting a presence that wasn’t there.I woke before dawn, long before my alarm went off, my body already conditioned to movement. The soreness greeted me immediately, deep in my shoulders, along my thighs, curling around my spine like a familiar companion. It hurt, but not in a way that frightened me anymore.Pain had become proof.Proof that I was no longer fragile.I dressed in silence and stepped out into the cool morning air, the sky still painted in bruised shades of blue and gray. I was happy Jordan hadn't arrived before me when I got to the rooftop. I rolled my shoulders, breathed deeply, and began to warm up without waiting for instruction.That alone

KEAL The moment the car rolled into Silvercrest grounds two and half hours later, I knew.Not thought. Not suspected.Knew.My wolf surged hard against my chest, a violent, restless force that nearly stole my breath.Mate… mate… ours. Go to her now.I clenched my jaw as the car came to a stop. The engine hadn’t even gone quiet before I was already pushing the door open. The guards straightened instinctively, but I barely registered them. The world had narrowed to one direction. One presence.Gina.I didn’t go to my quarters. Didn’t stop to greet anyone. My feet carried me with ruthless certainty down the familiar corridor, past doors I’d walked past a thousand times without thought. My pulse roared in my ears, every step sharpening the pull until it felt like my ribs were being pried apart from the inside.I reached her door.Knocked once. Softly.“Layla, come in,” Gina’s voice floated through the door, calm, unsuspecting.I opened it.She was sitting on the couch, bent slightly forw

GINA I woke before dawn the next day, heart already pounding, the air heavy with inevitability. The room was dim, the city lights beyond the window fading as morning crept in.A knock sounded softly.“Gina.”Keal.I sat up instantly. “Come in.”He stepped inside, already dressed for the arena; dark leathers, hair pulled back, expression calm but eyes sharp with something deeper. Concern, maybe. Or faith.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.I huffed quietly. “Neither did you.”That earned a corner of a smile. He came closer, stopping just in front of me, studying my face like he was committing it to memory.“This is it,” I said before he could speak. “The part where they decide if I’m strong enough or just tolerated.”“That’s not what today is,” he said gently.I looked up at him. “Isn’t it?”He lifted his hands slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to. I didn’t.Keal cupped my face, his palms warm, steady. Grounding.“They already know you’re capable,” he said. “The first two days

KEALBy the time the water cooled, we had gone quiet, wrapped around each other as though sound itself might break something fragile between us. I stood first, stepping out of the tub and holding my hand out to her. When she rose, I wrapped a towel around her immediately, shielding her from the chill, drying her skin slowly, carefully. Every motion felt deliberate, reverent, as if rushing would diminish the moment.When I finished, I dried myself quickly, my focus never leaving her. Then, without a word, I lifted her into my arms.Her soft laugh caught me off guard, light and surprised, and her arms slid around my neck as naturally as if they had always belonged there. I carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, the quiet following us like a held breath. I laid her down gently, carefully, aware of every movement, as though the ground itself might shift if I wasn’t mindful.For a moment, I just hovered over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head, and just… looked.

GINAI felt the slow, thick pulse deep inside me. A low throb, then another. The incredible fullness shifted, not lessening, but… hardening. My breath hitched. Oh. He was still buried to the hilt within me, his weight a comforting anchor, and I could feel him growing rigid again, stretching my tender, well-used channel with renewed purpose.A giddy, breathless joy bubbled up in my chest. He’s going to fuck me again. Darius never ever took me twice in a night, even when I begged. He would ask me to finish off myself and walk out of my bedroom, leaving wanting…With that. The sheer, impossible size of him. Darius, the only other man I’d known, had been a mere seven inches, a boy’s toy compared to the warrior who now claimed me. Keal was… I think ten? Eleven? My inner walls fluttered weakly around him at the thought, a fresh rush of slick heat answering the unspoken promise.“Can you feel how you are making me hard again, sweetheart?” His voice was a low, possessive rumble against my li