Todos os capítulos de HOTTIE NEXT DOOR: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 69

Arielle's POV---The world explodes into chaos.Green fire rains down from above, shattering the remains of the medical wing, sending debris flying in all directions. I'm thrown backward, Victor's arms wrapping around me as we crash through a wall and tumble into the corridor beyond. The impact steals my breath, but I'm already scrambling to my feet, my power surging to the surface."Victor!" I scream, reaching for him through the dust and rubble."I'm here!" He appears beside me, his eyes blazing, his claws extended. He's bleeding from a gash across his forehead, but he's standing. Fighting. "We need to get to the others!"I nod, but before we can move, Helen's voice echoes through the corridor like a death knell."Running, little wolf? I expected more from you."She appears at the end of the hall, her form wreathed in shadows, green fire dancing around her fingertips. She's changed—her once-gentle face now twisted with power, her eyes burning with ancient fire. She's not the same w

Victor's POV --- The road stretches before us like a wound. We've been traveling for three days, moving through territory I haven't seen since I was a boy. The landscape is harsh and unforgiving—rocky outcroppings, dense forests, abandoned villages that speak of lives long since scattered. This is the edge of pack lands, the place where civilization gives way to wilderness. And somewhere ahead, Selene is waiting. I watch Arielle as she walks beside me, her golden hair pulled back, her face set with determination. She's been quiet since we left, her grief simmering beneath the surface like a fire waiting to ignite. I feel it through the bond—the pain, the anger, the desperate need to find her mother. "You should rest," I say, reaching out to touch her arm. "We've been walking for hours." She shakes me off, her jaw tight. "I'm fine." "Arielle—" "I said I'm fine." She quickens her pace, putting distance between us. I let her go, knowing she needs space. But I keep my eyes on he

Arielle's POV The fire crackles softly, casting dancing shadows across the tent walls. Outside, I hear the sounds of the camp settling in for the night Michael's low voice giving orders, Leo's laughter at something Gideon said, the rustle of leaves in the night breeze. But inside this small space, there's only Victor and me. He's been quiet since we made camp, his eyes distant, his mind clearly elsewhere. I watch him from across the tent, my arms wrapped around my knees, waiting for him to speak. "Victor," I finally say, my voice soft. "What's wrong?" He looks up, and I see the weight in his eyes. The grief, the guilt, the desperate hope that's been simmering beneath the surface since Selene told us about his father. "I can't stop thinking about him," he admits, his voice rough. "My father. He's been alive this whole time, and I didn't know. I mourned him, I avenged him, and he was just... there. Suffering." I cross the tent, settling beside him, my hand finding his. "We'r

Arielle's POV It has been days since we got back to the pack, and I’ve only heard from Victor once. The silence hung heavily over me, trailing behind my steps like an unwelcome shadow. Every time a phone rang in the distance or a door clicked open, my heart jumped into my throat, desperately hoping it was news from my mate. I knew he was on a dangerous path searching for his father, but knowing he was out there somewhere in uncharted territory did nothing to soothe the quiet ache in my chest. My anxious train of thought came to a sudden halt when the pack physician cleared her throat, gently pulling my focus back to the room. "Luna" Dr. Clara asked, her voice calm and patient. She set her clipboard down on the small metal tray beside her examination bed and looked at me with a small smile. "Do you feel any nausea in the mornings, or have you noticed any sudden fatigue?" I blinked, taking a second to process the question before shaking my head. "No, nothing extreme. Just a li

Victor’s POV Before I stepped anywhere near the black SUV, I took out my phone and dialed Arielle's number. It barely rang twice before the line connected, and the sound of frantic breathing filled the space between us. "Michael?! Victor?!" Arielle’s voice cried out through the speaker, high and trembling with sheer panic. "Oh my god, are you okay? What happened? We heard screaming and breaking glass!" Hearing the sheer terror in her voice made my chest ache with guilt. She was carrying our child, and forced to listen to chaos while helpless to do anything about it. "Arielle, baby, breathe," I said, softening my voice as much as I could. "I am here. We are both okay." "You're okay?" Arielle whispered, her voice still shaking as she tried to catch her breath. "Victor, what was that noise? The call just died. We thought... we thought someone attacked you." "A few rogues tried to cause trouble with some travelers inside the diner," I explained quickly, keeping the details simple s