Todos los capítulos de Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

"He agreed?" I asked, skepticism dripping from my voice.Liam didn't look up from his laptop. He was typing furiously, finalizing the electronic submission to the Enforcer tribunal. "He signed the papers this morning.""That doesn't make sense," I muttered, pacing the length of the study. "Three days ago, Dante told me he would never join a pack. He said he was a free agent. Why would he submit to you now?"Liam stopped typing. He leaned back in his leather chair, a small, triumphant smile playing on his lips."He asked about the immunity clause," Liam said. "He wanted to know exactly how far the pack's protection extends to its members.""That's it?""That, and I have his mate," Liam shrugged. "He’s pragmatic, Luna. He knows the only way to keep Mila safe is to keep her here. And he can't stay here unless he’s one of us."It sounded logical. It sounded like something Dante would do.But it felt wrong. Dante didn't do things because he was forced. He did things because he had an angle

The Rogue didn't attack. He didn't even flinch when twenty Nightwalker wolves snarled at him, baring their teeth.He knelt in the dirt, head bowed, radiating an aura of calm, respectful submission. But beneath that, there was power. It rolled off him in waves, ancient and heavy."I come in peace," he rasped, his voice rough from disuse. "I seek an audience with Alpha Brennan."Liam stepped closer, his body shielding mine. "You have my attention. Speak."The Rogue lifted his head. His face was gaunt, his hair matted, but his eyes... they were a brilliant, electric blue. They were the eyes of an Alpha."My name is Bastien Archer," he said, his voice carrying clearly across the silent yard.A ripple of shock went through the pack. Even Liam stiffened."Archer?" Liam repeated, skepticism coloring his tone. "The Archer line is dead. They were slaughtered sixteen years ago.""Not all of them," Bastien said, rising slowly to his feet. "My father was Raphael Archer. Alpha of the Basilisk Pack

"One eye," Bastien repeated, his voice hollow. "Only his left eye turns violet. The other remains black."The dining room fell silent. Outside, the night was pitch black, pressing against the windows like a physical weight."Diluted blood," Luca mused, tapping his chin. "He has the lineage, but not the purity. That explains why he’s unstable. Why he’s cruel.""And Igor?" Liam asked. "He didn't show any signs on the field.""Dante killed him too fast," Jack grunted. "Didn't give him a chance to power up."I sat at the table, staring at my hands. One eye. Dimitri Stratovsky, the Alpha of the Basilisk Pack, was a partial Lycan. A hybrid. Like me, but broken."So the First Bloodline isn't extinct," Reagan whispered, looking at me. "It's just... hiding.""Hiding in plain sight," Jordan corrected grimly. "If Dimitri is a hybrid, and he’s ruling a pack... the Council is blind. Or complicit.""So what do we do?" Luca asked, looking at Liam. "Nightwalker is now housing a fugitive who wants to

I counted one hundred steps before I reached the edge of the forest.The tree line broke abruptly, giving way to a deserted two-lane highway. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and black. There were no streetlights. Just endless asphalt and the encroaching dark.I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. Dante had said to wait. So I waited.Where am I? I wondered, scanning the unfamiliar trees. This wasn't the Ripper Woods. The air smelled different here—sharper, colder, like pine needles and snow.Five minutes passed. Then ten.A pair of headlights cut through the gloom in the distance.I held my breath, praying it wasn't a stranger. Or worse, a Silver Moon patrol.The car roared closer, speeding recklessly. It was a black SUV.It screeched to a halt ten yards away, tires smoking on the asphalt.The driver’s door flew open. Liam stumbled out.He looked wild. His eyes were burning gold, glowing in the twilight like twin suns. His chest was he

Dante and Bastien arrived the next morning, bringing a strange energy to the Pack House grounds.Jack was already there, leaning against the hood of his Jeep, laughing at something Bastien said. It was jarring to see my childhood friend, the Beta of Nightwalker, bonding with the Rogue heir of a fallen pack."Where are we doing this?" I asked, walking down the steps to meet them.Dante looked up, shielding his eyes from the morning sun. He looked rested, the bruises from the duel fading into yellow smudges."Bastien and I are heading to the Redforest," he said. "I need to see what the kid can do before we start the real work.""And me?""You need a different kind of location," Dante said, his gaze drifting to the dense tree line. "Somewhere isolated. Somewhere where if you explode, you won't take out a zip code.""How did you get Liam to agree to this?" I asked, lowering my voice. "Yesterday he wanted to wrap me in bubble wrap. Today he’s signing off on Lycan training?"Dante smirked,