Todos os capítulos de Fated to the Shadow Alpha: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Natasha took three swift steps back down the corridor, her eyes sweeping over the group of teenagers huddled near the interior rooms. Four of them, two boys, two girls, old enough to carry blades but young enough that their hands shook when they gripped them. She recognized them immediately. These were the same reckless fools from earlier, the ones who had been caught sneaking toward the perimeter with all the bravado of youth, claiming they could shift, that they were ready to fight. She had ordered them back then, and now here they were again, thrust into the very danger she had tried to keep them from.She recognized the fear in their eyes now, different from the bluster they'd worn before. She had been their age once, clutching a training sword while her heart hammered against her ribs."Listen to me," she said, her voice low and steady, cutting through the tension like a blade through silk. "If anyone gets past me, you hold this hallway. You don't run. You don't panic. You stand

His breath came hot against her skin, ragged and uneven, and Natasha could feel the tremor running through his body where it pressed against hers. Not weakness. Never weakness. The fine vibration of a predator still coiled to strike, still running on the feral high of the kill. Blood cooled on his bare chest, streaked in dark rivulets down the planes of muscle, and where his skin touched hers, it transferred, warm and slick and stark."You're hurt," Natasha whispered, her free hand rising to his jaw, turning his face toward the dim light spilling from the packhouse. Her green eyes scanned him with the practiced efficiency of a warrior assessing damage."I'm not." His voice was gravel and smoke, barely human. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers pressing into the soft curve above her hip. "None of it's mine."She held his gaze, searching for the lie, the deflection she'd learned to expect from him in moments like this. But his blue eyes held steady, burning with something raw and u

The first sign of his return was the silence.Not the tense, held-breath quiet of waiting for the next attack, but something deeper, the forest itself going still as a predator moved through it, heading home. Natasha felt it through the bond before she heard the familiar drag of his paws against the earth. The connection between them hummed with exhaustion and pain, but beneath that, a fierce, burning satisfaction.He'd won.She pushed off the wall and moved toward the front of the packhouse, past the teenagers who still stood frozen at their posts. They watched her go with wide eyes, their blades still raised, their young faces pale beneath the smears of blood that didn't belong to them. Natasha paused at the doorway, her hand resting on the frame."Stay sharp," she told them. "The night isn't over."Then she stepped outside.The moonlight caught him first, the dark fur matted with blood, some his, most not. He limped as he crossed the clearing, one hind leg favoring slightly, but hi

Dawn crept through the curtains in pale silver lines, and Natasha woke to the warmth of Damien's body curved behind hers, his arm heavy across her waist, his palm still resting over her stomach where it had been when they fell asleep. For a moment she lay still, listening to his breathing, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against her back. The bond hummed between them, quiet now, content, the sharp edges of yesterday's fear softened by sleep and proximity.Her stomach turned.Not dramatically, not the violent nausea that had felled her in the war room, but a low, rolling wave of unease that pressed against her ribs and crept up her throat. She pressed her lips together and breathed through it, slow and measured, the way she breathed through injuries on the training field. It's fine. It's nothing.She slipped out from beneath Damien's arm with practiced care, moving the way she moved on patrol, silent, deliberate, aware of every creak of the floorboards. The washroom was cold, an

The door to their chambers closed behind them with a soft click, and the world outside, the pack, the war, the weight of everything still waiting, melted into the heavy silence of stone walls and candlelight. Damien lowered her onto the bed with a care that bordered on reverence, his hands lingering at her waist as if pulling away would cost him something vital.Natasha sank into the furs, the softness swallowing her aching body in ways she hadn't realized she needed until this moment. The exhaustion hit her then, not gradually, not in waves, but all at once, like a door slamming shut on whatever adrenaline had been keeping her upright. Her limbs felt heavy, her skin too warm, and the faint nausea she had been suppressing for hours curled at the base of her throat with renewed persistence.She swallowed hard, pressing her palm flat against the mattress. Not now. Not in front of him.But Damien was already kneeling beside the bed, already watching her with those sharp blue eyes that mi