Todos los capítulos de BRED BY THE ALPHA KINGS: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

"Mattew," Garrett continued, "you deliver the killing blow. You challenge her to actual combat. Not controlled sparring. Real combat. One-on-one against one of your senior warriors.""If she refuses, it looks like cowardice," Mattew said, understanding. "If she accepts and loses, it proves she's weak.""Exactly." Garrett poured himself more whiskey. "And if she wins....""She still loses," Victoria finished. "Because it will prove her power is unstable. Dangerous. Unfit to lead.""Precisely." Garrett raised his glass. "By the end of tomorrow, we will have systematically dismantled her credibility in front of every Alpha in the northern territories.""And Shadowmere's dominance?" Mattew asked."Will crumble," Garrett said with satisfaction. "Shadowmere relies on the perception of strength. The moment we show that their Luna is weak, the moment we plant doubt about their leadership, their alliances will begin to fracture.""And then?" Victoria leaned back, clearly enjoying the strategy.

The formal demonstrations were scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon.Elara spent the morning with her mates, training in their private suite. They ran through her spell sequences, made sure her shields were solid, confirmed that her offensive magic was responsive and controlled.By the time noon arrived, she was as ready as she could be."You're going to be perfect," Kieran said, helping her dress in simple training clothes for the demonstration. The emerald dress would come later....for the formal celebration that night."What if I'm not?" Elara asked, even though she'd asked this question a hundred times over the last few hours."Then you'll be spectacular anyway," Alaric replied. He pulled her close, his dark eyes intense. "Because you have nothing to prove to anyone but yourself."Caspian was adjusting her hair, braiding it back to keep it out of her face during the demonstration. "You're going to show them magic they've never seen before. First Court power. That kind of raw

The formal celebration dinner was supposed to be simple.All the Alphas gathered in the main hall, sharing meals, discussing alliances, solidifying agreements. Standard diplomatic protocol. Nothing that should pose a problem.But Alaric had learned long ago that diplomacy was just organized warfare with different weapons.He stood at the perimeter of the main hall, watching the crowd, while Elara sat at the head table with Caspian and Kieran. She looked magnificent in the emerald dress, flushed from the victory of her combat win, glowing with the confidence that came from proving herself.And he was terrified someone was going to hurt her.Stop being paranoid, he told himself. She won today. She proved herself. Enjoy this victory.But something in his gut was screaming that danger was close.Marcus appeared at his side, his expression tense."I've tripled the perimeter guards," the Beta said quietly. "Fae scouts are getting bolder. Three confirmed sightings in the last hour. They're m

The final day of the Summit dawned cold and gray.Elara woke to find all three of her mates already awake....Alaric at the window, watching the grounds; Kieran pacing; Caspian sitting at the table, reviewing reports.They'd barely slept. None of them had."How are you feeling?" Caspian asked, moving to her the moment she stirred."Ready," Elara said, and meant it. "When is the final ceremony?""Ten o'clock," Alaric said without turning from the window. "All the Alphas will be present. All the important delegations. It's the official closing of the Summit, where any final disputes are supposed to be resolved.""Supposed to be," Kieran echoed bitterly. "Before last night's massacre."Elara dressed carefully, putting on the emerald dress one more time. She wanted to face whatever came wearing it...a statement of power, a display of her marks, a declaration that she was not intimidated.Her mates watched her with expressions that were simultaneously terrified and possessively proud."What

Time moved strangely when someone was dying.Minutes felt like hours. Seconds felt like eternities. And the space between heartbeats felt like it might stretch forever.Alaric knelt on the blood-soaked stone floor of the main hall, holding Elara's convulsing body against his chest, and watched the woman he loved slip away."Get her to the medical suite," he commanded, his voice steady even though his insides were tearing apart. "Now. Move."The healers were already working, their hands glowing with magic as they tried to slow the poison's progression. But it was like trying to hold back the tide with their bare hands.One of them...an older female healer named Mara who'd been working with packs for thirty years....looked at Alaric with an expression that made his blood run cold."We don't know what this poison is," Mara said bluntly. "We've never encountered Fae poison of this type. The composition is... wrong. It's attacking her on a cellular level. Destroying healthy tissue as it sp