Todos los capítulos de Fated to the Black Sheep Alpha: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 159

The cold steel cuffs locked around my wrists with a brutal snap, biting straight through skin and fur."Move your fucking ass, Wright," a jagged voice snarled behind me, driving the butt of a heavy assault rifle hard between my shoulder blades.I didn't stumble. I kept my chin up, my boots slamming hard against the wet concrete floor of the underground bunker. The air down here smelled like stagnant water, old rust, and dried copper blood. My entire body ached from the ambush, my ribs cracked, and my left arm hung limp where a silver-tipped blade had sliced through muscle earlier that morning. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the cold, poisonous fury burning a hole straight through my chest.They hadn't beaten me in a fair fight. Nobody takes me down in a straight-up brawl unless half a battalion of specialized bounty hunters ambushes my blind spot with paralyzing gas.The heavy iron door at the end of the narrow corridor swung open with a slow, grinding screech. A wave o

The silver chains tore into my flesh, but I didn't give Silas's brother the satisfaction of hearing me scream.I hung from the stone archway, my boots barely brushing the dark floor of the subterranean chamber. Silver poison burned through my veins like boiling acid, turning my wolf blood to fire. My half-shifted form bled onto the stone, but my glowing golden eyes stayed locked on the bastard standing in front of me.Cyrus Winslow. Silas’s twin brother, a man we all thought had died forty years ago in the border war.He didn't look like a dead ghost. He wore a crisp, tailored suit untainted by blood, holding an ancient bone dagger that hummed with dirty, forbidden magic. Behind him, two massive executioners held heavy silver pikes pressed right against my ribs."Look at you, black sheep," Cyrus sneered, his voice smooth and cold as ice. "Bleeding out like a dog, just like your father did.""Fuck you," I spat, a glob of black, silver-laced blood landing right on the toe of his expensi

The concrete wall caved in with a deafening crash, showering us in dark dust and jagged rebar."Get your heavy shields up, now!" I barked, my voice cutting clean through the roaring collapse of the ceiling.I didn't stumble. I didn't hesitate. I vaulted over a four-foot pile of broken masonry, my silver-plated assault rifle held tight against my shoulder. Behind me, Boros and six elite Vanguard enforcers hit the dusty floor in a tight military wedge, their heavy boots moving in unison, sweeping their rifle barrels left and right through the thick grey smoke.Six months ago, I would have been hiding behind a pillar, wet with sweat, weeping like a helpless child while other men bled for my name. Six months ago, I was the arrogant, foolish Alpha who let Twyla play him like a cheap fiddle, losing my family's money and my father's respect in a single night.Not anymore."Torin, the south support column is giving out!" Boros yelled over the thunderous groans of bending iron above us. "This

The silence in our bedroom felt heavier than a lead bullet.For forty-eight straight hours, I didn't leave the side of our bed. I sat in the heavy leather armchair right next to Raine, my broad hands wrapped tightly around her cold, pale fingers. My clothes were still stiff with dried black blood and smelling like burnt hair, but I didn't give a fuck. I couldn't move. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing her standing in that destroyed forest, her small body shaking as she held the full, terrifying power of Tyra's ancient White Wolf energy inside her chest.Her skin was white as chalk. Her breathing was shallow, barely lifting the thick wool blanket we had wrapped around her. Under my palm, the mate-bond wasn't humming its usual warm, fierce heat. It was flickering like a dying candle in a dark hallway—weak, spotty, and cold as ice."Come on, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel grinding in a steel bucket. I brought her limp hand up to my mouth,

The heavy iron doors of the High Council chamber rattled on their hinges as two Vanguard guards shoved me forward into the center of the marble floor.My wrists were bound tightly in silver-plated iron chains, the cold metal burning hot against my skin, but I didn't care about the pain. I didn't even look at the six High Alphas sitting on the raised stone dais in front of me, dressed in their thick velvet robes and silver badges of authority.I looked at her.Raine sat on the high right bench beside my brother Xavier, her white wolf aura quiet now, soft and bright like moonlight resting on still water. Xavier stood beside her, his massive frame wrapped in a dark leather jacket, his golden eyes burning into mine with a mixture of raw brotherly blood-bond and bitter, unresolved history."Torin Wright," the head of the Council, Alpha Mercer, boomed, his heavy gravelly voice echoing off the vaulted stone ceiling. "You stand before the High Council of the Northern Territo