Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forbidden Plus-Size Mate : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Kaia's POVDeep winter arrived in Silver Moon with the specific quality of a season that had stopped pretending and was simply being itself entirely, cold in the thorough way, the kind that reached into the buildings and required more wood for the fires and made the morning trips to the school a committed act rather than an incidental one.I committed to them. Every morning, through the worst of it, because the students came through the cold and the school deserved to meet them as itself rather than as a diminished version adapting to difficulty.Pella was always there first. Even in deep winter she arrived before anyone else, her journal under her arm, her breath making small clouds in the cold air, the expression of someone who had somewhere to be and was glad to be there. I had stopped being surprised by this and started treating it as one of the reliable facts of my life, which it was.On the coldest morning of the year so far she arrived to find me already in the training ground

Kaia's POV*We told Rhea on Sunday morning, which was the day after the dark cottage conversation, and she received the news the way she received most significant things, which was to go very still for a moment and then nod once, the specific nod of someone whose internal accounting has just been updated with information that confirms something they had been holding as a possibility."I thought so," she said.I looked at her. "You thought so," I said."Three weeks ago," she said. "The quality of your energy changed. Not dramatically. Just the specific shift that I have learned to recognize." She looked at me with the grey-green eyes. "I did not say anything because it was not mine to say before you knew."This was so entirely Rhea that I could not argue with it. "You've known for three weeks," I said."I suspected for three weeks," she corrected. "I know now because you are telling me."Killian, beside me, made a sound that was not quite a laugh but was in that direction. Rhea looked

Kaia's POVThe school found out in the second week, not because we told it but because packs knew things.I had been expecting this. A pack was not a collection of individuals who happened to share territory. It was a living thing with its own nervous system, information moving through it through the specific channels of proximity and attention and the animal awareness that predated language. Wolves knew things before they could have explained how they knew them. This was not mysticism. It was biology. The Matriarch bloodline changed the quality of what I carried, and the pack could feel the change the way they had felt the shift at the Bond Test, the way Mira had smelled the lightning before the shift in the Shadow Fang cell.The students were the first, which made sense. They spent the most time in my direct presence and they were young enough that the animal awareness had not yet been trained into the background by the habit of managing it.Pella was first among the students, which

Kaia's POVThe last weeks before the baby came had a quality to them I had not expected and could not have been prepared for, the kind of thing that only existed from inside it.Everything slowed down. Not reluctantly, not in the frustrated sense of time moving toward something you were waiting for. More like the pace of the last miles of a long walk, when you are close enough to the destination that each step has more weight in it, more presence, the body paying attention in a way it doesn't bother to at the start when everything is still ahead.I kept going to the school every morning. Rhea had not told me to stop, I had not decided to stop, the students had not asked me to stop, and so I went, moving at the pace that was appropriate and holding to it. Pella had quietly absorbed more of the teaching over the past two months, not because she had been told to but because she had assessed the situation and adjusted, which was increasingly how Pella handled everything.On a Wednesday in

Kaia's POVThe baby was two days old when Mira came to the cottage.She knocked softly, the specific knock of someone who is genuinely uncertain whether knocking is the right thing or whether the people inside need the quiet more than they need the company. I called for her to come in and she came through the door with the careful quality of someone entering a space they understand to be different from the space it was before.She stood in the middle of the room and looked at the baby in my arms and her face did the thing it did when something moved through her that was too large for the expression she had available, something that had to settle into whatever the nearest available feeling was, which in this case was a complicated warm thing that had several layers to it."She's small," Mira said."All babies are small," I said."I know," she said. "I just didn't expect to feel the small like that."She sat on the low chair near the bed, the one Killian had moved to this side of the ro