Todos os capítulos de They Both Wanted Me: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The forest felt different with Rylan beside her.Aurora had grown used to the shadows, the silence, the weight of carrying secrets alone. But now, walking the familiar paths with her childhood friend at her side, something shifted. The darkness seemed less oppressive. The burden seemed lighter.Not gone—never gone—but shared."Where are we meeting him?" Rylan asked, his brown eyes scanning the trees."The clearing. Where I've been training.""The one near the barrier's weakest point?"Aurora nodded. "You remembered.""I remember everything you've ever told me." His voice was quiet. "I just didn't always understand."They walked in silence after that, the only sounds their footsteps on the forest floor and the distant call of night birds. Aurora's light flickered gently, guiding their way.She'd never needed light to navigate these paths—she'd walked them so many times they were etched into her memory. But tonight, she wanted it. Needed the warmth, the comfort, the proof that she wasn'

Aurora watched from her window as light rippled across its surface, weaker than before, more unstable. The cracks were spreading. The rot was deepening. And somewhere in the city, a traitor was watching, waiting, celebrating.She couldn't keep this secret any longer.Her parents deserved to know the truth. The council deserved to know. Everyone deserved to know that someone was working to destroy everything they'd built.But Theron's voice echoed in her head: Not yet. We need proof first.How much proof did they need? How many cracks? How many flickers? How many nights of lying awake, terrified that the barrier would fail before they could stop it?Aurora dressed quickly and went downstairs.The cabin was quiet.Kael had already left—alpha duties, probably—and Caspian was reading by the window, his red eyes distant. Lena sat at the table, a cup of tea growing cold in her hands."You're up early," Lena said."Couldn't sleep.""Neither could I." She gestured to the chair across from her

Aurora didn't sleep that night.She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the almost-kiss over and over in her mind. The way Theron had looked at her. The way he'd tucked her hair behind her ear. The way he'd pulled back, his silver eyes dark with something she couldn't name.He'd wanted to kiss her.She was sure of it.And she'd wanted him to.But why had he stopped? Was it fear? Doubt? The complicated mess of their mission, the secrets, the danger that surrounded them from all sides? Or was it something else—something he wasn't ready to tell her?She turned onto her side, punching her pillow in frustration. Her mind refused to quiet. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face. Every time she tried to think of something else, her thoughts drifted back to him.She'd never felt this way about anyone before. Not like this. Not with this intensity, this urgency, this desperate need to be near someone.And that scared her more than the Devourer ever could.The next eveni

Aurora felt it through her bones, through her blood, through her light. The ancient magic that had protected the city for generations was failing—not slowly, not gradually, but all at once. It was a soundless cry, a vibration that resonated deep in her chest, a warning that something terrible was happening.She ran toward the sound, Theron close behind, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat."What's happening?" she gasped, her lungs burning as she pushed herself faster."The saboteur." Theron's voice was grim, his silver eyes fixed on the barrier's dying light ahead. "They've found a weak point. They're pushing through."Ahead, the barrier glowed—not steady and strong, but wild and unstable. Light rippled across its surface like water in a storm, waves of energy crashing against invisible shores. Shadows pressed against it from the other side, reaching, hungry, their dark tendrils curling through the cracks like searching fingers.And at the center of it all, a cr

The days after the attack blurred together.Aurora woke each morning to the same nightmare—the creature's burning eyes, its voice echoing in her ears, the way it had spoken her name like a claim. Aurora. She couldn't escape it. Couldn't forget it. Couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted inside her.The creature was gone. Destroyed. But its words lingered.The Devourer has been watching you since before you were born.You are the key to its freedom.You cannot escape it.She threw herself into training.Her light blazed brighter than ever, fueled by fear and fury and desperate hope. She pushed herself harder than she'd ever pushed before—blasting trees to splinters, running until her legs gave out, summoning light until her hands burned and her vision blurred.But every time she closed her eyes, she saw the creature's face.Every time she reached for her light, she felt the Devourer's hunger."What if it's true?" she asked Theron one night. They sat in the cle