Todos los capítulos de My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The weather forecast called it "The Storm of the Century."By 6 PM, the sky had turned a bruised, ominous purple. By 8 PM, the wind was howling like a banshee, rattling the reinforced windows of the Forbidden Wing. And by midnight, the world outside had vanished, swallowed by a wall of white."The power lines are down," Killian announced, walking into the bedroom with a flashlight. "The generator kicked in, but the main grid is dead."I was sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching my lower back. The "Braxton Hicks" from earlier hadn't stopped. They had developed a rhythm. A cruel, tightening rhythm that wrapped around my spine every ten minutes."Killian," I said, my voice tight.He froze. He knew that tone."Call Vance," I whispered. "Tell him to bring the helicopter. Now."Killian was dialing before I finished the sentence. He paced the room, the phone pressed to his ear."Vance! Where are you?" Killian barked. Silence. Then cursing. "I don't care about the wind! Fly low! She's—"H

[One Month Later]The preparations for the Presentation Ceremony were in full swing. The Forbidden Wing, once a fortress of solitude, was now buzzing with activity. Or rather, buzzing with terrified staff trying not to upset the Alpha King.In the nursery, a different kind of war was being waged."She hates it," Killian growled, trying for the fifth time to fasten a tiny silver bracelet around Nyx's wrist.ZAP.A spark of purple shadow shot out from the baby's hand, stinging Killian’s fingers."She's not hating it," I sighed, bouncing Lucian on my hip. Lucian was easy. He was currently chewing on his own fist, glowing faintly with a happy, golden light. "She's insulted. You're trying to bind her power."Nyx lay in her crib, staring at her father with those intense violet eyes. She didn't cry. She just... judged."We have to," Vance said, adjusting his glasses as he mixed a potion on the changing table. "The Council is expecting two Royal Heirs. If they sense even a whiff of Dark Magic

The elite academy's annual "Alpha Gala" was a mandatory social nightmare. It was a gala designed for parents to brag about their pups' early transformations and strategic prowess.Killian hated it, but he attended for one reason: Nyx wanted the artisan dark chocolate truffles served at the buffet.We stood near the grand fountain, a picture of lethal elegance. Killian was in a charcoal suit that cost more than a mid-sized car, and I wore a gown of shimmering silver. Lucian was busy charming a group of elderly Luna’s, while Nyx stood by Killian’s side, staring at everyone as if they were potential targets."Elena?"A voice, thick with disbelief and a trace of lingering hunger, drifted through the crowd.I didn't even have to turn around. That scent—stale rain and unearned pride—was unmistakable.Liam.He approached us, looking... tired. The five years hadn't been kind to him. The stress of leading a declining pack and dealing with Chloe’s endless tantrums had etched deep lines into his

The air in the Forbidden Archives was colder than I remembered. Or perhaps it was just the presence of the little girl walking beside Killian.Nyx wasn't being carried. She insisted on walking, her small hand swallowed by Killian’s massive one. Every few steps, a stray shadow would flicker beneath her feet, reaching out like a curious kitten before she pulled it back."Are we going to see the library lady?" Nyx whispered, her voice echoing in the stone corridor."We are going to see a teacher," Killian replied. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of fierce pride and deep worry. "Someone who can show you that you are the master of the dark, not its servant."We reached the bottom of the spiral stairs, past the rows of ancient books. In the very back, where the light of the torches couldn't reach, the old Keeper was waiting.She was sitting on a pile of crumbling scrolls, her blind, milky eyes fixed on the entrance long before we arrived."The little moon has arrived," the Keepe

The sun hadn't even touched the horizon when I left our bed. Killian was still trapped in a feverish sleep, his skin gray against the black silk sheets. The shadow-mark on his chest was silent now, but it looked like a thirsty parasite that had just finished a meal.I couldn't watch him die by inches. Not for a prophecy, and not for a power he shouldn't have to carry alone.I slipped on a cloak and walked out into the misty gardens. I didn't head for the Archives. I headed for the edge of the forest, where the sulfur smell of the green smoke still lingered."I know you're still here," I said to the shadows. "Come out."The wind swirled, and the hawk with the glowing green eyes descended from a gnarled oak tree. It shifted, its feathers melting into a tattered green robe. A woman stood there—or at least, something that looked like a woman. Her skin was the color of moss, and her eyes were empty emerald pits."The Queen mother returns," she hissed. "Has the King’s heart finally faltered