Todos os capítulos de CLAIMED BY THE MAD ALPHA BROTHERS : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

NIKOLAIThe fight went on too long, that was the first thing. It went on too long and it cost too muchand by the time it was over, the ground was wet and the air smelled like blood and none of it belonged to us.They hadn’t come like rogues. Rogues fought messy, fought desperate, fought like animals who had nothing to lose, these ones had formation. Coordination. They’d come with a purpose and the purpose was to kill us specifically, and they’d been willing to die trying.They almost succeeded.Rowan’s voice hit my head through the mindlink when I was still in the middle of it. Sharp and certain. I’ve got one of the alphas, And just like that everything clicked.Not rogues. Never rogues. The packs who’d lost the selection, the ones who’d sat in that hall and watched their candidate lose by a landslide and gone home with rage sitting in their chests like something that needed somewhere to go. This was where it had gone.We moved fast after that. Rounded up five. Let their warriors run

MALACHISix hours. Six hours since Basil had walked into that dungeon shaking and none of us had slept, none of us had sat still long enough to even consider it, and the sky outside the car windows was turning from black to the particular grey that meant daylight was almost here and Anokai was still missing and every minute of those six hours sat in my chest like a stone I couldn’t put down.I watched Emiriel in the seat beside me and I could see it in the set of his jaw, the particular tension around his eyes, the way he was looking at nothing through the windscreen because looking at something specific would require him to focus on things that weren’t her and he couldn’t do that right now. None of us could.Rowan hadn’t spoken since the dungeon, which for Rowan was either very good or very bad depending on the context, and this context made it the latter. Nikolai’s shadows weren’t doing their lazy drifting thing, they were tight against him, coiled, waiting, and I didn’t want to thi

ANOKAIThree days of the same routine, the same four walls, the same silent maids who came in the morning with food and clean clothes and left without saying a word no matter what I asked them, the same guards outside the door who responded to any attempt at movement by putting me back inside the room with efficiency that was almost insulting.Three days of reaching for my wolf and finding nothing on the other side. I’d tried everything. I’d tried calm, quiet, reaching out the way I imagined it was supposed to be done.I’d tried urgency, pushing the feeling of danger toward wherever she lived inside me. I’d tried sitting on the floor for an hour in complete silence waiting for anything, any flicker, any response.She was there, I knew she was there, I could feel the faint outline of her and yet I still felt empty, there was no response from her. The window showed me the courtyard going from morning to afternoon to evening in the same slow progression every day, and the only thing th

EMIRIELFive days and no word, no trace, no thread we could pull that led anywhere except back to the beginning of everything we didn’t know, and I sat at the head of the council table and looked at the people in front of me and tried to think clearly through a head that kept going to her instead of to the problem.How had I lived before her? That was the thought that kept arriving uninvited, pushing through the briefings and the strategies and the carefully constructed logic I was trying to maintain. How had any day ever felt like a full day before she’d been in it?The alpha seat was politically volatile in the way it always was when something went wrong immediately after a selection, everyone watching to see how we’d handle the first crisis, whether the vote had been misplaced, and I was aware of that and found I cared about it less than I’d expected to.I brought the remaining council members into the meeting room and looked at them both across the table and kept my voice even.“T

ANOKAIThe pain wasn’t the kind that left marks. That was the thing about what Orana did, it didn’t touch my skin or my bones, it went somewhere deeper and more private than that, reached into the space behind my eyes where my wolf lived and pulled at her like trying to drag something out of water that didn’t want to come, and every session left me feeling like I’d been wrung out from the inside.She’d been at it for a full day. The routine had shaped itself without anyone announcing it. Orana would come in and sit across from me and put her hands up and say something low and rhythmic under her breath and then the pulling would start, that intrusive searching feeling behind my eyes, pressing into the space where my wolf had been, and I’d sit through it and feel nothing give and eventually she’d stop and leave me alone for a while before coming back to try again.My wolf wasn’t just quiet anymore.She was gone. The voice I’d been hearing in fragments and at desperate moments for months