Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA'S SACRED MISTAKE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Sera's POVI have been invisible my whole life and I got good at it the way you got good at anything you practiced long enough.Keep your head down. Answer when spoken to. Don't take up space you were not invited to fill. It was not a sad way to live. It was just practical. In a pack where every Omega knew their rank and the bottom rank knew it louder than anyone else, invisible was the safest thing to be.My name was last on every list. Last to eat at communal meals. Last considered for work assignments. Last to be defended when the higher ranked wolves decided they needed someone to make an example of. I had learned to be somewhere else when that happened. I was good at reading a room. Better than most people realized, which was the point.The mark on my wrist helped with none of that.My mother covered it the day it appeared. I was three years old and I did not remember it happening. What I remembered was being seven and asking her why I had to wear the bandage and she went very st

Sera's POVI did not turn around immediately.When you grew up the way I grew up you learned not to react fast to things coming up behind you. Fast reactions gave people information. They told whoever was watching how scared you were and where the fear lived and what they could do with it. I had learned to breathe first and react second and that habit had saved me more than once.I breathed.Then I turned around.She was old. Not in the way that was easy to look at and dismiss. Old in the way that made you pay attention, the kind of age that had been earned through things that would have finished most people before they got there. White hair pulled back. Small frame. Dressed plainly in dark clothing that had seen better years. She was standing two feet behind me and she had moved across gravel in the dark without making a sound I heard and I had been listening.Her eyes were on my wrist.I pulled my coat sleeve down.She looked up at my face without any reaction to me covering it. Lik

Kael's POVI did not sleep.That was not unusual on its own. I had spent most of the last three years sleeping badly, waking at odd hours, lying in the dark with the weight of a territory pressing against the inside of my skull. Sleep had become something I did in pieces rather than whole and I had made peace with that a long time ago.Tonight was different.Tonight I was not awake because of the territory. I was awake because something that should have been finished at exactly 9:47 in the evening was not finished and my body knew it in a way that my mind could not argue with no matter how many times it tried.The rejection had not taken.I sat at the desk in my study and looked at that fact the way you looked at something that should not exist. A clean, simple fact with no room for interpretation. I had spoken the words. In the old tongue, in front of witnesses, in front of every Alpha and elder in the territory. The formal declaration was airtight. There was no ambiguity in the lang

Sera's POVI moved away from the window.Not because I was told to. Because the cold in my wrist was pointing at it like a finger and every instinct I had woken up at the same time and agreed that standing in front of glass with something moving toward the house in the dark was not where I wanted to be.Dassa was already across the room pulling a narrow wooden chest out from under a shelf of books. She opened it without looking at me and took out two things. A small glass bottle filled with something silver and liquid. And a knife with a blade that caught no light at all, flat black from handle to tip, like light stopped at its surface and did not come back.She held the knife out to me handle first.I took it without asking questions.How many, I said.One, she said. Moving slowly. She was at the window now, standing to the side of it with her back to the wall, looking out at the dark tree line from an angle. Not coming directly. Circling.Wolf, I said.She was quiet for a second too