Todos los capítulos de My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Sleep was impossible after the nightmare. We spent the rest of the night in silence, Killian holding me as if he were afraid I would vanish if he let go.When dawn broke, painting the sky in soft shades of pink—thankfully, not red—Killian sat up."Get dressed," he said, his voice grim but determined. "We are going to the Archives.""The Archives?" I asked, rubbing my swollen eyes. "Isn't that just dusty tax records?""The public section, yes," Killian said, pulling on a black tactical shirt. "But there is a level beneath it. The Forbidden Archives. It holds the true history of the Royal Line. If there was ever a pair of twins who survived... the answer will be there."The Royal Archives was a massive stone building near the Council Hall. Killian bypassed the main entrance and led me to a heavy iron door hidden behind a statue in the garden.He sliced his thumb with a small knife, pressing his bloody print against the stone.Rumble.The door slid open, revealing a spiral staircase plun

We traded the sleek sports car for a massive, armored SUV. It looked like a tank painted matte black. The trunk was loaded with supplies: blankets, medical kits, dried rations, and enough weapons to arm a small militia."Are we going to war or a camping trip?" I asked, climbing into the passenger seat."With where we are going, there is no difference," Killian replied, sliding a handgun into the holster at his waist before starting the engine.The drive was long. We left the manicured lawns of the Silver Moon territory behind, heading straight North. The scenery changed from green hills to rocky, grey jagged cliffs. The temperature dropped with every mile.Four hours in, my stomach gave a loud, treacherous growl.Killian glanced at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "The twins are hungry?""They want grease," I admitted. "Burgers. Fries. A milkshake. The healthy stuff isn't cutting it right now.""Your wish is my command," Killian said.He pulled off the highway at a flickering neon sig

The hut was small, but the inside was impossibly large. The ceiling stretched up into shadows, filled with hanging bundles of dried herbs, bones, and shimmering crystals. The air smelled of sage and... ozone. Like a storm trapped in a bottle.In the center of the room sat a woman.She wasn't the crone I expected. She looked young, her skin unlined and glowing like moonlight, but her eyes were ancient. They held the weight of centuries."So," she said, her voice melodic and sharp. "The Wolf King and his little vessel made it through my woods."She didn't look up from the cauldron she was stirring. "Did you enjoy the walk?""We didn't come for small talk," Killian said, stepping forward, keeping me tucked behind him. "We came for a cure.""A cure?" The Witch laughed. She stood up, and her shadow stretched long and distorted against the wall. "There is no cure for what you carry, Elena Vance. It is not a disease. It is a destiny."My breath hitched. "You know my name?""I know the names

We stumbled back into the Witch's hut just as the first rays of dawn hit the snow. Killian was limping badly now, his skin grey, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold from the Ice Golem had seeped into his bones."You got it," the Moon Witch said, looking up from her cauldron. She didn't sound surprised. She sounded satisfied.I placed the glowing white flower on the table. It pulsed with a steady, rhythmic light. Thump. Thump. Like a heartbeat."Good," the Witch nodded. She grabbed a mortar and pestle. She tossed the flower in and began to crush it. "Strip him to the waist. Lay him on the table."I helped Killian out of his shredded tactical shirt. His chest was a mess of bruises and frostbite burns, but underneath, his muscles were tense as stone.He lay back on the wooden table, gripping the edges so hard the wood creaked."Listen to me," the Witch said, her voice turning serious. She held up a bowl filled with a glowing blue paste—the crushed essence of the flower. "This is

Two weeks had passed since the ritual. Two weeks of peace, or as peaceful as life could be with a brooding Alpha King and two rapidly growing wolves inside me.Wolf pregnancies were fast. Vance said they usually lasted five months, not nine.Which meant that at barely two months, I looked like I was five months pregnant. My bump had popped overnight, round and hard as a rock. None of my clothes fit. I was currently wearing one of Killian’s oversized shirts, waddling around the kitchen looking for pickles."Again?" Killian asked, leaning against the doorframe. He looked better. The shadows under his eyes had lightened, though the black mark on his chest was still visible under his white t-shirt."Don't judge me," I mumbled, unscrewing the jar. "Your sons are demanding sodium.""Sons?" He raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "You seem very sure.""Call it a mother's intuition," I said, biting into a pickle. "Or the fact that they are currently using my bladder as a tram