Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Rejected Mate : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Ava’s POVThe mountain was back to normal by evening.Not silence.No more was the valley Creek quiet.There was simply too much life to carry on the network.Downstairs some wolves were talking about preparing dinner, clattering pots against some stones. Petra was heard snapping at Kael as she relayed to him that his categorizing system of the archives constituted a “disrespect to a structural logic."Without raising his voice a single time, Kael responded, “Three distinct historical periods of time were coloured with emotional adjectives.”“As they were different emotional times.”It's not the way that indexing works.“It should be.”I tried not to smile as I carried the other pile of extraction notes as I moved through the upper hall.The outside snow, in the bottom of the mountain ways, had started to melt and some thin melt water was trickling around through a dark stone under the cliffs. Pine, frost, wood smoke drifted in through the slightly open windows of the corridor into th

Ava’s POVSnow is falling steadily outside the windows in the west.Not harsh.Quiet.The type that melts rather than molds.The inside has its own rhythms; paper waves softly under the careful hands, low voices drip down the shelves, and from the far reading alcove crackles the firewood. Today a record of restoration is kept for almost all surfaces available. Council fragments. Caen’s recovered notes. Vessa claims that old trade ledgers can be scanned for the possible presence of pattern markers when handled properly.For the last three days, Cassian has been reorganizing pre-erasure archives of reproductive research.Now he's distracted.It's something that most people wouldn't even see.I do.Cassian is generally very precise in his flow of information. Every document aligned. Every annotation immediate. Each final decision made 3 seconds before the rest of the team.This morning he has read this page four times.He constantly seems to be going back to the windows.Toward nothing.

Milrac’s POVAs soon as Ava kisses me, it's as if the whole room changes.Not abruptly.Not violently.Just completely.The moment her lips meet mine, it is warm against my chest, the second time, sure, chosen, the softness of a choice in between, I put Kael's report to the side, without taking my eyes off of her.Ava's hand slides gently against my shoulder as she creeps closer onto the bed, her eyes locked on my mind still too busy.I always am, lately.Council reports.Security failures.Gregory.Cyprus.The mountain is vibrating under the surface with too much going on.But Ava’s fingers brush the side of my throat and the noise in my head quiets instantly.Her rate of breathing decreases first.Mine follows.I have this strange feeling of feeling so much better with her in here, and the bad parts of me just go away.I gently rest my hand on her waist, pressing against her and feeling the heat of her body through the delicate material between us. The bond dances softly, wielding e

Hadden’s POVThe outskirts of the Moonlight Pack are quieter in the winter.The snow falls more lightly here than in the northern lands: it is spread across the fencing stones and the roofs of cedar and in patches; and the whole settlement feels slower somehow. Older.Personally, that's how I like it.I enjoy quiet things now at the age of seventy-three.Quiet roads.Quiet mornings.Quiet honesty.In the past 10 years, the Council has extended me three offers for moves to its capital district homes. I answered down from all of them.The more power is accessible, the more they discover their accuracy for noise is more than importance.My house is close to the eastern edge of the tree line that overlooks the lower school paths. Small. Warm. Lived-in. Handwritten documents in stacks on shelves rather than archive tablets.I believe paper over systems.Paper, at the very least, will deteriorate in an authentic manner.I sit by the fire reading out on the grain parcels as the day fades tow

Tonight, this mountain is warm.Not physically.Outside the windows is a film of silver frost, and the north wind stings exposed stone corridors when Valley Creek is still chilly. But the warmth lies below that now, the rhythm of moving through the stronghold, the network that slides smoothly beneath everyday life, the plain truth that people have ceased to brace for failures and disaster once a minute.Research rooms are coming back to life!Not frantic.Focused.Vessa is across from me, at the long central table, taking great care to grind the stabilized lily extract into a dark powder as Kael makes annotated notes to himself, scribbling away at formula changes next to him like he never thought about food again.Cassian is the first to see it.You’ve been up eighteen hours,” he says, looking to one side.Kael flips a page. “Eighteen and a half,” he replied.“It's not better.”It is much more precise mathematically.”Petra, who is tucked somewhere behind us in the shelves, responds i