Todos los capítulos de Blood Moon's Alpha: His Rejected Mate, His Hidden Heir: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

“Your Majesty. His heart rate is dropping! His lungs are giving out!” the nurse gasps, pulling her arm free from Kieran's grip and rushing into the nursery.Kieran slams both palms against the heavy glass window.Inside the sterile room, Dr. Alistair presses warm healing energy into the newborn's tiny chest. The flatline alarm screams continuously, filling the entire corridor with terror.Kieran watches helplessly as the doctor works frantically, pumping air into the tiny lungs.Every second feels like an agonizing eternity. Kieran grips the window frame so hard the glass cracks beneath his fingers.“Breathe, little one,” Kieran whispers against the glass, his voice shaking. “Fight. Please, fight.”Suddenly, the harsh flatline alarm cuts off, replaced by the rhythmic, steady beep of a heartbeat monitor. Inside the bassinet, the pale baby lets out a tiny, raspy cry.Dr. Alistair lets out a long breath and nods toward the window.“The prince is saved. My king.”Kieran collapses against

Once Morgana and her daughter are hidden behind the hanging canvas curtain that separates their small bed from the rest of the room, Morgana sits down on the straw.She pulls Lucinda onto her lap, placing her hands gently over the child's small, warm chest.“Lucinda, look at Mother,” Morgana whispers, her voice low, trembling, and urgent.The silver glow in the Lucinda's eyes begins to slowly fade as she looks up at her mother with wide, innocent eyes sensing the sudden tension in her mother's demeanor.“You must never, ever let that light come out again,” Morgana says softly, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as she strokes Lucinda's soft cheek. “Do you understand me, my little star? It is our secret. You have a grand fire inside you, but you must keep it hidden deep down beneath your heart where no one can ever see it.”“Okay, Mommy,” she smiles.Morgana nods helplessly at her adorable face, and takes a deep, slow breath, showing her daughter how to breathe in rhythm.She place

Kieran’s heart pounds hard against his chest. His blood runs hot with emotion. For two agonizing years, he has roamed the earth, searched every mountain, every forest, and every ruined city, praying for even a faint whiff of her scent.Now, she is here. She is somewhere around here, yet he can't see her because of this damn blindfold.“Morgana…” he rasps, his throat dry as dust, his deep voice barely a rough whisper as he struggles against the chains.Before he can open his mouth to call her name louder, heavy, frantic footsteps come crashing through the outer wooden gates of the slum camp, interrupting him.He listens.“Danger! Everyone, wake up!” a male scout screams at the top of his lungs, his voice shrill with horror. “They are coming for us!”The quiet camp explodes into instant, violent chaos.Wooden doors bang open, canvas tent flaps tear aside, and dozens of terrified, impoverished Omegas and outcasts spill out into the muddy courtyard, holding crying children.The scout coll

Deep beneath the earth, the subterranean ravine is a suffocating world of damp stone and endless darkness.Cold water drips rhythmically from the jagged stalactites above, splashing softly into muddy puddles. The air is thick, stale, and freezing, smelling of wet earth, iron, and the collective fear of dozens of shivering slum refugees. Omegas and old outcasts huddle together in small, desperate clusters along the wet cavern floor, pulling rags and frayed blankets around their children to ward off the biting chill.Morgana sits with her back pressed against the icy wall of the cavern. She wears her worn woolen shawl wrapped tight around her body, her knees pulled up to shield her two-year-old daughter from the wet ground.Lucinda nestles tightly against her mother's chest, her tiny fingers clutching the collar of Morgana's torn dress. The toddler shifts restlessly, her little body shivering despite the warmth of her mother's embrace.Slowly, Lucinda tilts her small head up. Her big, i

Presently...The iron gates of the royal palace slam open as a giant black wolf bursts through the falling snow, his paws leaving bloody prints across the white cobblestones.Kieran shifts back into human form mid-stride, stumbling onto his knees before forcing himself back up.He is exhausted, bruised, and covered in dried mud and sweat, but he ignores his battered body and sprints through the grand corridors toward the royal infirmary.“Lucian!” he roars, throwing the double oak doors open.The room is filled with the bitter smell of medicine and burning herbs.Doctors and nurses rush around a small bed, their faces grim and desperate.Queen Evangeline stands beside the bed, tears filling her eyes as she presses a damp cloth against the forehead of the two-year-old prince.“Kieran...” Evangeline whispers, her voice breaking as she sees him rush inside.Kieran hurries to the bedside, his heart dropping at the sight.Little Lucian lies on the soft velvet sheets, his tiny body shaking