Todos los capítulos de My Fated Alpha: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 61: The Silver TetherThe mark on Victor’s chest didn't fade with the sunrise.It sat right over his heart—a perfect, silver crescent moon, shimmering against his pale skin.I traced it with my fingertip. The skin beneath was still cool to the touch, but the mark itself vibrated with a low, steady hum."Does it hurt?" I asked.Victor was sitting on the edge of the bed, Lyra asleep in the crook of his arm. He looked down at the tattoo, his expression unreadable."No," he said, his voice deep. "It feels... loud.""Loud?"He closed his eyes. "Since I came back, everything has been muffled. The pack link. Your voice in my head. It was like listening through thick glass."He opened his eyes. The gold was brighter today. Less flat."But through this mark," he touched the crescent, "I can hear her. And through her... I can hear you."He looked at me with a sudden intensity."Say something. In your head."I focused on the bond. I grabbed that frayed, silent golden thread and pulled.I

Chapter 63: The First VisionThe fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. The room was bathed in deep shadows.I woke up to the sound of humming.It was a low sound. It was deep and vibrating. It sounded like the earth itself was singing.I sat up in bed. The sheets beside me were cold. Victor was not there.I looked toward the window.Victor stood there with Lyra in his arms. He was rocking her gently. He was staring out at the snowy mountains while the moonlight framed his silhouette.He did not know I was awake.I watched him for a moment. He looked so lonely standing there. He was a creature of ice living in a world of warmth. He could not sleep. He could not dream. He just existed in the endless quiet of the night."Victor?" I whispered.He turned slowly. His movements were always fluid now. He moved like water."Did I wake you?" he asked softly."No. I missed you."I threw off the covers and walked to him. The floorboards were freezing under my bare feet.Victor saw me shiv

Chapter 65: The Silent KingWe walked into the mess hall together.The room was crowded. The smell of bacon and coffee filled the air. The pack was eating in shifts before heading back out to the construction site.The moment Victor stepped through the door the chatter stopped.It was instantaneous. forks froze halfway to mouths. Mugs were set down with care. Every set of eyes locked onto the Alpha.Victor ignored the tension. He held his head high. He walked to the food line with Lyra cradled in one arm. I walked beside him."Good morning," Victor said. His voice was low but it carried to every corner of the room."Good morning Alpha," the pack murmured in unison.They were terrified of him. They had seen him kill without mercy. They had seen him rise from the dead. They did not know how to act around a leader who felt more like a force of nature than a man.Victor picked up a plate. He piled it high with eggs and sausages. He needed the calories. His body burned energy at an alarmin

Chapter 67: The Empty SideThe bed was cold.Victor woke up reaching for heat. His hand met only empty, freezing sheets.He sat up instantly. His heart hammered a warning rhythm against his ribs. The silence in the room was heavy and wrong."Elena?"No one answered.He smelled it then.It was faint underneath the scent of lavender and sex. It was the smell of stale sweat and wet fur. It was the smell of something chemical and sharp.Wolfsbane.He was out of bed in a flash. He tore the balcony door open. The glass shattered against the wall from the force of his shove.The winter wind hit his bare chest. He did not feel it.He looked down.There were footprints in the snowbank below the balcony. Three sets of paw prints and one set of heavy boot prints. They led away from the lodge and into the darkness of the forest.And there on the wooden railing was a single drop of blood.It was red and bright against the frost.Victor touched it. He brought the crimson smear to his tongue.Elena.

Chapter 69: The Crown of StoneThe SUV climbed the mountain road.The tires spun on the black ice. The engine whined in protest against the steep incline. We were leaving the forest behind. We were climbing above the tree line where the air was thin and sharp.Victor held me tight against his chest in the backseat. He had not let go of me since the crash. His hand was tangled in my hair. His nose was buried in my neck. He was inhaling my scent like it was the only oxygen in the world."We are almost there," Jax called from the driver's seat. "The path ends here Alpha."The vehicle lurched to a halt.Victor kicked the door open. The wind howled instantly. It was a feral sound that tore at our clothes.He stepped out and pulled me with him.I looked up.The Old Fortress loomed out of the mist. It was not a building. It was a jagged extension of the mountain itself. Black stone walls rose fifty feet into the air. They were scarred by centuries of storms. There were no windows. There were