Todos los capítulos de THE WRONG VOW, MY PERFECT ALPHA: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

KAELThe assassin looked smaller in death,!)4 lay on the cold stone table beneath the flickering lanterns of Blackthorn’s infirmary, stripped of the stolen Blackthorn uniform he had died wearing and without it, he looked like any other man… ordinary.That was the most dangerous thing about him, because ordinary men didn’t walk into the strongest fortress in the North wearing another pack’s colors, ordinary men didn’t smile while dying and ordinary men certainly didn’t tell me I should have let Lena die.The physician carefully unfolded the bloodstained tunic. “The stitching is exceptional.”I stepped closer. “It isn’t ours.”“No.” He pointed toward the wolf crest sewn onto the chest. “It was copied by someone who has studied our uniforms for years.”Captain Rowan frowned. “Meaning?”The physician looked up. “Meaning whoever made this had access to genuine Blackthorn uniforms.”Silence settled over the room.Darius broke it first. “So someone supplied him.”“Or someone copied one for h

PRINCE ADRIANI had never seen the Ashfords look so small, the grand council chamber swallowed them whole as the towering doors creaked shut behind the royal guards. Their footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor while every noble seated along the circular chamber watched in silence. Some wore curiosity on their faces. Others looked openly disgusted.House Ashford had once been respected, now they were little more than whispers wrapped in expensive clothing.Selene Ashford's trembling fingers clutched the hem of her gown so tightly that the fabric wrinkled beneath her nails. Beside her, Cara stood straighter, chin raised with forced confidence, though the rapid rise and fall of her chest betrayed her unease. Neither of them looked at me.Good. They knew exactly why they had been summoned.I leaned back against the carved oak chair reserved for the Crown Alpha, resting one elbow on the armrest while studying them in silence. Let them drown in it. Fear had a way of loosening ton

LENAI had made up my mind that if Kael and everyone else insisted on treating me like a fragile ornament that needed to be hidden away, then I would stop waiting for answers.I would find them myself. The fortress corridors were busier than they had been all morning. Warriors hurried past in full battle armour, their expressions grim, while servants kept their heads lowered as though they feared making eye contact with anyone. Every few minutes another patrol crossed the hallway, boots striking the stone floors in perfect rhythm.None of this was normal.I slowed my steps, pretending to admire one of the tall stained-glass windows overlooking the inner courtyard while secretly watching two guards stationed beside the eastern gate. They stood unusually close together, speaking in hushed voices while repeatedly glancing toward the sealed entrance."The Alpha's orders," one of them muttered, his brows knitting together as he adjusted the sword hanging at his hip."I know," the other repl

LENA The corridor felt colder after I left Kael's office, I walked as quickly as I could, my boots striking the stone floor in sharp, angry rhythms while frustration churned inside my chest.No, not just frustration. Confusion, hurt and something else I stubbornly refused to acknowledge. My fingers curled into a fist at my side and his touch still lingered against my wrist.One simple touch and somehow my heart had forgotten whose side it was supposed to be on.I rubbed my thumb over the place where he had held me, almost expecting the warmth to disappear but it didn't.I frowned at myself. "Ridiculous," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.He had no right, absolutely no right to order me around. No right to keep me trapped inside these walls and absolutely no right to look at me the way he had before I had walked away.By the time I reached my chambers, my anger had settled into something far more dangerous.Determination.If Kael thought posting guards outside every corrido

LENAThe village refused to sleep even after sunset, lanterns burned outside damaged homes while exhausted villagers worked together to clear debris from the streets. The smell of smoke still lingered in the cool night air, though the worst of the fires had long been extinguished.I knelt beside a young boy whose scraped knees were covered in dirt and dried blood. He winced as I tied the final knot in the clean bandage, but the moment I finished, his anxious expression eased."There," I said gently, dusting the dirt from my hands before offering him an encouraging smile. "That should keep you from frightening your mother tomorrow."The boy wrinkled his nose and puffed out his cheeks in exaggerated protest. "She'll still worry."A soft laugh escaped me as I reached over to ruffle his messy hair."That's what mothers do."His face brightened into a gap-toothed grin before he spun around and sprinted toward a group of waiting children, their laughter carrying through the square.I watche