Todos los capítulos de MY STEPBROTHER ALPHA'S DIRTY OBSESSION: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Kael’s POVI don't sleep well.That's not unusual. I've never been a wolf who sleeps easily when something is unresolved. My mind runs the same way it runs patrol routes. Methodically. Covering every angle. Looking for the gap.Tonight the gap is obvious.A Blackwood blood relative.The contingency requires one. The secondary bond anchoring needs someone prepared and named before the transfer protocol can work. Someone with enough Blackwood bloodline that the connection to the gate is present.I have no siblings. My mother died when I was four. My father's second marriage to Elena's mother produced no children before that fell apart. No cousins that Marcus ever acknowledged. No extended family was ever introduced to me as family.That I know of. Those four words have been sitting in my chest since Maren said them last night, as far as he knows. I lie in the dark of the Thornline guest quarters and run the family history I have access to and look for the gaps in it.There are gaps. The

Serena’s POVThe fourth range on the return. Which is the first range coming south.The one closest to Silver Crest. The one after which the valley opens and the territory becomes familiar and the bond's pull toward home becomes something I feel in my feet rather than just in my chest.We're two hours from the summit when it happens.The signal. A howl from the south. Below us. Inside Silver Crest's territory. The specific pattern of three short calls followed by one long one means urgent and come now and not a drill.Aldric's signal.We all stop on the path.Kael's head snaps toward the sound.I feel his response through the bond before he moves. The alpha instinct engaging completely. The shift from returning wolf to pack leader in the specific instant that the pack calls. "How far?" I say."Two hours down," he says. "Moving fast." "Then we move fast," I say. We move. Fast on mountain terrain is a negotiation.You can't run the way you run on flat ground. The slope demands respect.

Serena’s POVWe give it two days. Not because the conversation with the families needs two days of preparation. Because Silver Crest needs two days to breathe after everything that happened before we can ask it to hold something else.The texts go into the archive. Maya and two senior wolves are working through the careful process of integrating three generations of Thornline records into Silver Crest's existing system. Cross-referencing. Cataloguing. Building the index that makes the information accessible rather than just present.Sera leaves for the south the morning after our meeting. Clean departure. Practical. She says goodbye to me and Kael in the entrance hall with the same directness she does everything. Two weeks. I'll be back. She doesn't make it sentimental because she doesn't need to.She'll be back.That's enough.Marcus stays, but not in the mansion. In a small building at the edge of the pack grounds that's used for visiting wolves who aren't quite guests and aren't qu

Serena’s POVThe archive room smells different now, but not dramatically. Just the subtle addition of something older underneath the existing smell of paper and ink and old stone. The specific scent of documents that have been kept in a valley four mountain ranges north for three generations and are now sitting in Silver Crest's archive room, being integrated into the record where they were always supposed to be.I've been in here every morning for four days, not cataloging. Maya and the two senior wolves handle that with the precise efficiency of wolves who understand the work and don't need supervision. I come in because sitting with the texts feels important. Because being present while the archive becomes complete feels like something I owe to everyone who contributed to its incompleteness.Ara. The Silverborne wolves who were hunted. Cormac and his honest philosophy that died with him before it could come back to Silver Crest. Every wolf who lived above a gate they didn't know ex

Serena’s POVThe morning of the third day comes clear. Not the gray uncertainty of the past weeks. Actually clear. The specific blue of the winter sky when the cold has pushed everything soft out of the air and left only the sharp, honest version of itself behind.I stand at the east window before dawn.The territory below is still dark. The training grounds are empty. The western garden is invisible from this angle but present in my awareness, the way everything in Silver Crest is present now. The specific knowledge of a wolf who has learned a place completely enough that it lives in her body rather than just her memory.The mark under my collarbone is warm.Different warmth from the usual.The anticipatory quality it gets when something significant is approaching. Not the alarm response. Not the gate response. Something more deliberate. Like the mark knows what today is and is preparing itself the way you prepare for something you've been moving toward for a long time.Kael is awake