Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Maryelle The pale yellow walls of my room seem to close in, suffocating, shrinking. My pulse drums in my ears, panic rising like a tide I can’t push back. I stagger away from my desk, limbs unsteady, breath shallow. The screen—now black—still feels like it’s screaming at me. Phantom was attacked. Phantom was hurt. Phantom might be— No. I grip the edge of my bed, forcing air into my lungs. My hands tremble as I fumble for my phone, dropping it twice before clutching it against my chest. My heart beats like a warning, a clock ticking down to something I can’t stop. Breathe, Maryelle. Phantom can handle himself. He’s strong. He’s alive. I repeat the words like a prayer, like an anchor keeping me from drowning. But every unanswered call chips away at that fragile hope. ****** I spend the next hour dialing—again and again—until my phone dies in my hands. “Dinner’s in five minutes.” Mom’s voice cuts through my frantic search for car keys as I fly past her in

Maryelle’s POVI glance over my shoulder—the black sedan is still there, trailing us like a shadow that refuses to dissolve. Israfil’s fingers tighten around mine, a quiet anchor of friendship, steady and grounding. “It’s just my royal fold,” he murmurs, voice low, almost apologetic. “My new shadows. A form of protection detail that feels more like an annoyance than actual security.” His sigh is resigned, but even in resignation I notice there’s a quiet authority, the kind that makes people obey without question. The driver veers off the main road, tires crunching over gravel as the car swings into a vast open field. The horizon bristles with jets and helicopters, their metallic bodies gleaming beneath the late sun. I’d assumed we were headed to John Wayne Airport, but clearly, that was a mistake, this is a private tarmac. Israfil steps out first, the wind tugging at his jacket, his short dark hair gleaming under the sunset. He moves with effortless precision, every gesture deli

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Maryelle’s POVNight swallows the horizon in hues of indigo, making everything look more magical than it feels at the moment. Headlights carve a narrow path through the dark as I drive, the hum of the engine steady against Phantom’s restless twitching. His anxiety radiates like static in the confined space, every shift of his shoulders a reminder of the storm brewing inside him. I don’t blame him—if someone had my mother, I’d be unraveling too. “Can you drive a little faster?” His voice cracks mid‑sentence, strained, brittle, like he’s holding himself together with frayed thread. I keep my tone calm, steady, the way you speak to someone teetering on the edge. “We’ll find her, Phan. I know you’re worried, but we will get to her.” He exhales sharply, fogging the window as his gaze drifts outward. The city lights blur past, fractured reflections in the tinted glass. His fingers drum against his thigh, restless, impatient. Then, with sudden urgency, he pulls out his phone, thumb alr