Todos los capítulos de Feral Hearts: Pucked By The Alphas: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

CHAPTER 42MARCONUMB TO THE PAINWho would've thought a man like my father could be asleep devil's incarnate. Scratch that, my father was definitely a man who had gone to hell and came back friends with the devil.For a second, after his threat, I watched him walk without following behind him. But I gave up and just started following behind him. My father hummed as he walked, like… he was actually humming.Walking ahead of me like we had just come back from a picnic and not an underground lab filled with half-dead humans he wanted to forcibly turn into monsters.Meanwhile, my hands were clenched so tight my knuckles were white, and all I could hear replaying in my head was his threat:“Call that girl and warn her and your best friends to stay away—or you'll be the reason they're in danger.”⁹He didn’t even try to hide the satisfaction in his voice. It was clear he enjoyed watching me break.The bastard. How did I come to be birthed to such a man? God! My mum had a terrible taste in

CHAPTER 44MARCO CLUESMy father had pushed the operation to a few days after, after he got a call I had no idea what was spoken about. He made sure to drill me in about how the whole thing worked while I listened with absolutely no interest whatsoever. The days went by faster than I wanted, and soon we were in the living room again and my father was briefing me all over again. “You understand, Marco?” He asked, and I nodded my head. It was simple. Get to the warehouse, ask nicely for formalities and if they don't, you take it by force. And taking it by force meant spilling blood. And I wasn't going to be spilling any blood. I was almost out the door when my father's voice stopped me again. “Marco,” my father called from behind me. “Come here quickly.”I stopped in my tracks and turned slowly, already irritated by whatever he wanted to say. He was standing next to the couch, holding something heavy and metallic in his hand. No doubt it was a gun. Of course.He extended it towar

CHAPTER 46CALLIESTRANGE THINGS The drive back home was silent in a way that almost deafened my ears. This was not peaceful silence, no, this one buzzed in a thick and heavy manner. Like all three of us were swallowing questions we weren’t ready to ask.Matteo was asleep, slumped gently against the car window, breathing steadily. His lashes fluttered every now and then like his body was still remembering pain. Sienna sat beside him, unusually still, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Santiago drove with both hands stiff on the wheel, his jaw tense enough to crack.No one said anything.Not a single word.I didn’t even trust my voice to work. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to.By the time we reached the house, Matteo barely stirred. Santiago lifted him effortlessly, like he was afraid Matteo would stop breathing, and carried him inside. I opened the bedroom door and helped pull the blanket back as Santiago laid his brother on the bed.Matteo let out a small breath but didn’t wake

CHAPTER 48CALLIE BLINDING HURTI walked out of Santiago and Marco's apartment like a ghost walking on land. By the time I got into the cab, my chest felt tight enough to crack and Sienna’s words kept replaying in my head like a haunting sound.“If Marco doesn’t come back to complete the bond, Matteo might not survive.”Matteo was dying because Marco wasn't here and because Marco didn't want anything to do with me. It's all because of me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have existed. My breath was unstable as I pressed a hand to my chest, staring blankly out the window as the streets blurred past. The pressure behind my eyes built and built until a single tear slipped out, running down my cheek without my permission. Then another, and another, until uncontrollable sobs were racking through my chest.I tried wiping them quickly, hoping the cabman wouldn’t notice, but of course he did. He kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror and when he couldn't seal his mouth anymore, he spoke.

CHAPTER 50SANTIAGO EVERY ODD AT STAKEI stood frozen at the edge of Matteo’s bed, staring at him like my brain had suddenly emptied itself of every word I had ever known. I literally could not say a fucking word to him. How the hell was I supposed to say this?How do you tell your brother—your twin brother, that he’s dying? And his life lies in the hands of someone.Matteo’s dark eyes stayed fixed on me, completely hollow with exhaustion, but brightening with fear that he was trying so hard to hide.“Santiago,” he said slowly, snapping me out of my thoughts.“You’ve not answered the question I asked. Or are you ignoring me?”I swallowed hard, running my fingers through my hair before shaking my head.“No.”“So answer me.” His voice cracked, his tone carrying pleas. “Am I dying? Is there a reason why I can't feel my wolf?”My mouth opened but nothing came out. It was the first time in my life I couldn't say anything. He let out a bitter laugh under his breath, trying not to sound hur