Todos os capítulos de The Lycan king Forbidden Mate: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Sergio's POV I stayed in Leandro's arms for a long time after he made his promise.  I felt his heartbeat against my cheek, slow and steady, and I let myself believe that everything would be okay. But when I finally pulled away and looked at his face, I saw the exhaustion still there, and the weight of three centuries pressing down on him. I kissed him, and I told him I would be back, and I left. But I did not go to my room, because I could not be alone. My mind was racing too fast, and my heart was pounding too hard, and I needed someone who would tell me the truth, even if it hurt. So I went to find Elara. I left Leandro's chambers on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. My feet carried me through the halls, but my mind was still trapped in that room, still hearing his voice, and still seeing the way his golden eyes had looked at me when h

Sergio's POV The cold air had seeped into our bones during the time we spent on the balcony, but neither of us wanted to move.  The stars were bright, and the snow was falling, and the world felt like it had stopped spinning just for us. I watched the way Leandro's breath misted in the cold air, the way his chest rose and fell with each slow breath. He was still here, and he was still alive. And for now, that was enough. But the thought of tomorrow pressed against my ribs like a blade, sharp and insistent. I pushed it away, burying it deep where it could not reach me. I would not let fear steal this moment from us, and I would not let the shadow of what was coming destroy what we had right now. "We should go inside," I said finally. Leandro nodded, but he did not let go of my hand. We walked back into the castle together, with our fo

Sergio's POVI walked back to my room on legs that felt heavier than they had before. Dario's words echoed in my mind, like a quiet anchor in the storm of my thoughts. "I will protect both of you." I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him.When I reached my door, I paused, and I pressed my palm against the wood. I could feel the cold seeping through, and I could feel the weight of the night pressing down on me. I pushed the door open, and I walked inside, and I closed it behind me.I did not sleep. I just lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, and I waited for the dawn.When it finally came, it brought no comfort, because I woke up before dawn, and the first thing I felt was fear.It was not the sharp, sudden fear of being chased or attacked. It was deeper than that, slower and more insidious, like a poison spreading through my veins. It was the fear of losing something I had only just found, of watching the person I loved walk into a fight he might not survive, and bei

Sergio's POV The words echoed in my mind as I left the chapel behind. "I was not a sacrifice anymore. I was a king." I let them settle into my chest, let them become part of me, let them give me strength. The walk to the arena was long, and the corridors were lined with nobles who watched me with cold eyes and calculating smiles. I did not look away from any of them. I kept my head high, and I let them see that I was not afraid. But inside, I was terrified. I thought about Leandro, waiting somewhere in the castle, preparing for the fight of his life. I thought about the promise he had made me, and I thought about what I would do if he did not come back. I pushed the thought away, because I could not afford to think like that, and I kept walking. I walked through the castle halls with my head high and my footsteps steady, and the nobles lined the corridors lik

Sergio's POV The gates groaned open, and Ramiro walked into the arena like he already owned it. The sound of the gates was loud and final, with a grinding of stone against stone that seemed to echo through the arena and settle into my bones. It was the sound of doors closing, of fate being sealed, and of a moment that could not be undone. Ramiro was shirtless, and his skin was covered in scars, each one telling a story of battles won and enemies defeated. His dark hair was slicked back, and his smile was wide and sharp, and he moved with the confidence of a man who had never lost a fight he truly cared about. The crowd roared his name. "Ramiro! Ramiro! Ramiro!" I watched him walk to the center of the sand, and I felt my hands curl into fists on my lap. He raised his arms, and the crowd roared louder, and I wanted to scream at them to stop. "Look at him," a no