Todos los capítulos de Alpha’s Blood Mate: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Run!The word exploded from somewhere deep inside my head, so loud and urgent, it was almost too hard to understand.Run! Run! Run!My wolf, she was screaming at me. Pure panic, almost wild hysteria poured off her. She wanted me out of there now. Something was coming, here, right this second. I trusted her completely and took off, feet pounding the tile. I headed straight for the stairs, remembering Leo’s safe room. If I could reach it and lock that heavy door behind me, nothing would get through.I skidded to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly realizing I couldn’t just leave them. “Julia? Carlos? Come,"A massive crash cut me off, the front door exploding inward. Shouting voices filled the air. I ran. I was already too far away to help them. All I could do was save myself. My legs moved so fast I was terrified I’d stumble and end it right there. I whipped around the corner and burst into the bedroom. At the far wall, I shoved the fake bookshelf aside and yanked open the thi

I felt a rush of relief hearing from Rowan. They’d gotten Mira out, but it had been damn close. Mateo might have a broken ankle, and Valerian probably had cracked ribs plus a couple of shallow knife wounds. He’d apparently taken on two guards by himself. If Rowan hadn’t been right there to back him up, Valerian wouldn’t have made it. Still, injured beat dead any day of the week. Now we just needed a word from Javi. Almost an hour had passed since the initial breach. They should’ve checked in by now. What the hell could’ve gone wrong? Maybe the rescue had failed, but… I shook my head hard, trying to shove those thoughts away. I pictured Orion and Elias lying on some dusty floor, bodies full of bullet holes. No, I snapped at myself. I couldn’t let my mind go there. The problem was the clinic waiting room gave my brain nothing else to latch onto. A thousand ugly possibilities spun through my head. Has it been a setup? Was the third location a decoy? Even worse, had Javi been playing u

The flight itself wasn’t any easier. Luckily, because it was such a late departure, the plane was almost empty. The last thing I could’ve handled was two and a half hours of forced small talk. My feet and hands kept twitching the whole way. My whole body felt coiled tight with anxiety, fury, and dread. A thousand dark thoughts raced through my head as we flew. Had the royals already started draining Lyanna’s blood? No, they wouldn’t do that yet. They’d hold off until the full moon. We still had time. But they could’ve hurt her. If they’d so much as touched her, I’d tear their insides out. I pictured leaving Viola’s broken, bloody body sprawled on the ground. Those fantasies were the only thing keeping me from losing it completely right then.By the time I shoved through my front door a few hours later, I felt like a pressure cooker about to explode. Mom, Dad, and my brothers rushed over. I took a second to hug them all, thanking God they were still breathing, even if it meant Lyanna h

Viola eased back in her chair and drained the rest of her drink. She gave the empty glass a little wave, and Duncan stepped forward to take it from her. “Just trying to piece a few things together, sweetheart. There’s a lot we still don’t understand about the Hollander bloodline. So much got wiped out during the Purging.”“You mean when you slaughtered dozens of innocent people and kids? That’s what you call it? The Purging?”Viola gave a small shrug. “One of several names for it. Happened way before my time. Why should I lose sleep over a handful of shifter babies from three hundred years back? Come on. Do you sit around crying over the kids who died when Hannibal marched on Rome? Do you agonize about all the women assaulted when the Crusaders took Jerusalem? Or, more recently, do you get worked up over how prisoners were handled in the American Revolution?” She shook her head and pressed her lips together. “I didn’t think so. What’s done is done. No point in sobbing over things that

I spent the rest of the flight dozing off and doing my best to tune Viola out. She kept firing off nosy questions about my wolf, my family, and whatever else she felt like digging into. At one point, when we were right over the Atlantic, Duncan came around with food. I was expecting the usual peanuts or maybe a plastic-wrapped sandwich, but he set a tray in front of me and lifted a shiny steel cover. “For the lady: butter-poached cod, asparagus drizzled with balsamic glaze and garlic, plus pureed potato and celery root. Enjoy.”He slipped back to the little attendant area. I stared at the plate. It looked like it belonged in a fancy five-star restaurant. I glanced toward that tiny station. How the hell had he pulled this off? He came back with more trays, served Viola next, she got some kind of steak with vegetables, then handed out the guards’ meals. Theirs were the standard airline stuff I knew: six-inch subs wrapped in foil. Even though I hated taking anything from these people, m