Todos os capítulos de The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

I did, and slowly the noise began to fade, not completely, but enough. I looked at him. "That helped.""Good.""How did you know?"He smiled. "Because I'm your husband and an Alpha, don't forget that."I laughed. "That's not an explanation.""It doesn't need to be."I shook my head, quiet for a moment. "Mason.""Hmm?""If I really am the princess of this kingdom""You are." He replied"And if I'm really the Luna""You are.""And if this White Wolf is something ancient"He nodded."Then what happens now?" I asked .His expression turned thoughtful. "Now?""Yes."He looked toward the mountains. "Now you decide what kind of ruler you want to become."I frowned. "What if I don't want to rule?""Then don't." He simply answered.I looked at him. "It's that simple?""No." He smiled. "But your life has been decided for you enough already."Those words struck something in me. My mother had hidden me, others had hunted me, Edwin wanted my power, the First Blood wanted their princess and the kin

Her expression darkened. "Everyone." She paused. "Humans hunted them, werewolves feared them because they heard no one to lead them and the First Blood thought they were extinct."I looked around. "These things have been hiding beneath our feet all this time?""Yes.""How?""I don't know." She replied.I laughed quietly. "Of course you don't.""What?""Everyone keeps telling you that you're destined to rule this kingdom, but nobody wants to give you any useful information." I addedShe laughed. "I know."The largest wolf stepped closer, its enormous head now directly in front of Letty. She slowly raised her hand, and the creature pressed its forehead against her palm. I felt something also, a pulse, then another, and my chest tightened. It wasn't threatening, it was almost comforting. The wolf closed its eyes.Letty whispered, "They say the blood called them."I frowned. "The transformation?"She nodded."They felt it. So they came?" I asked."Yes.""They were waiting for the White W

I suspected correctly, as it turned out that he'd been planning it long before he ever told me. When I stepped onto the balcony overlooking the courtyard, my breath caught in my throat.There were so many people. Hundreds. Maybe thousands, though I had never been good at estimating crowds that size.Warriors stood in perfect formation, rows upon rows of them with their armor gleaming under the morning sun. Werewolves from different packs filled the remaining space, their eyes too sharp and too knowing, all turned upward toward me.The elders stood near the ceremonial platform in their long ceremonial robes, with their expressions unreadable. The First Blood warriors were positioned around the perimeter, a wall of silent protection.And then there were the Pushers.I stared at them the way I always did, unable to help it, no matter how many times I'd seen them by now. Even after everything I had witnessed, they still looked almost unreal. Ordinary, at a glance. Unremarkable clothing, u

Letty's POVThe courtyard emptied slowly. No one wanted to leave. Everyone kept glancing at me like I might shatter.I didn't blame them because I felt like I might. Alvin led us inside, into the war room beneath the castle. Torches lined the stone walls. A long table stretched across the center, carved with the old sigil of the First Blood.Mason never let go of my hand. The war room felt colder than it had any right to be.Perhaps it was the stone, thick and ancient, the kind that never fully warmed no matter how many fires burned against it. Perhaps it was the torches lining the walls, their flames flickering unevenly whenever the wind found its way through some crack in the underground fortress that no one had ever managed to seal.Or perhaps, more honestly, it was simply the weight of what we had just heard, settling over the room like something with actual mass.My mother was alive.I stood at the head of the long stone table, staring down at the ancient sigil carved deep into i

I remembered her face from that final memory. The sadness carved into it, the fear she'd tried so hard to hide from me, even as a child too young to understand what any of it meant. The love underneath all of it, unmistakable even now.I wondered what she looked like today. Has she changed? Had the years aged her the way they aged everyone, or had something else been done to her, something crueler, something that stole time in a different way?Was she injured? Was she afraid, right now, in whatever place Edwin kept her? Was she still waiting for me, the way I'd spent all my life waiting for her?I sat beside the window in my chambers, staring toward the western mountains, their peaks barely visible in the darkness.Somewhere beyond them was Edwin and somewhere near him, my mother. A soft knock came at the door. I opened my eyes, not realizing I'd closed them.Mason stood nearby, having entered without me noticing. He hadn't slept either, I could see it in the tightness around his eyes