Todos los capítulos de HOTTIE NEXT DOOR: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 115

Victor's POV I stood in the doorway with my daughter's cries still ringing behind me and watched a hundred-year-old monster reach for something he'd already lost. Augustin's hand drifted towards her, cautious, reverent even and the second his fingers brushed the sheen of gold still emanating from the tiny newborn, he let out a scream. It was not a human sound, no. It was older than that, ripping out of him as the light spit him out flat on his back, staggering backwards over the battered yard like he had no weight whatsoever. "She's not compatible," Clara breathed behind me, staring at the scene with wide, stunned eyes. "Whatever he calculated about the transfer, whatever he thought this power would let him do, it isn't working the way he planned. Her power's rejecting him completely." Gideon appeared at my shoulder, favoring one leg, blood dried dark along his jaw. "Please tell me that means what I think it means." "It means a hundred years of planning just failed in fron

Arielle's POV My dad's condition worsened overnight despite everything Clara tried, and by the time Victor and I reached his bedside back at Bloodclaw, my father's skin had gone the same gray, hollow color I remembered from the night he collapsed. "The ritual took more from him than we accounted for," Clara said, exhaustion carved deep into every line of her face. "His body's still trying to recover from eight months as a living battery, and now this on top of it. I've done everything I know how to do, Arielle. I don't have anything left to try." "There has to be something." "I wish there was. I really do." Victor's arm tightened around my shoulders, steady even though I could feel the same helplessness running through him. "What about the pack healers? Anyone outside Clara's own training?" "I already sent word to everyone I could think of," Clara said. "Nobody's answering, and even if someone did, I don't think there's time left to wait for them to arrive." "How much ti

Arielle's POV The pack gathered at dusk, lanterns strung between the trees, the same clearing that had seen so much blood over the past year finally hosting something worth celebrating instead. It was a celebration and it was also a memorial, just like Michael wanted, the names of those we'd lost spoken aloud before we ever played a note, grief and joy side-by-side, instead of being given a choice between them. Behind, Renner took his place as the next name was called, uncomfortably donning a tuxedo that was not his own as he held up a glass with a hand that appeared to tremble. "I lived my whole life being somebody else," he said, his voice rough and gravelly in the silence of the clearing. "Whoever was keeping me breathing for another day, that's who I was. I don't think I ever thought I would get the chance just to be Renner, whoever the hell that turns out to be." He looked to Victor, then Michael, then the rest of the gathered pack watching him with a set of expressions I di