Todos los capítulos de Where the Pack Ends: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

"Why did you drag me down this cursed slope with you?!" Artemisia screams, her voice cracking as she cradles her bleeding palm against her chest, glaring at me with unadulterated venom.My wolf snarls beneath my skin, every muscle in my body aching from the violent tumble down the steep, overgrown embankment. I push myself up from the damp earth, wiping a streak of dark mud from my cheek as I stare down my treacherous half-sister."You were the one who claimed Nyra was dragged into these woods," I snap back, my voice laced with cold fury. "Did you honestly expect me to let you orchestrate a trap without pulling you down into the dirt with me?"Artemisia’s face twists into an ugly mask of rage and humiliation. She tries to stand, but her ankle buckles under her weight, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her frame."You broke my fall, you ungrateful omega bitch!" she shrieks, tears of frustration spilling over her eyelashes. "If Leonidas were here, he would have your hide stripped and

"Drink the entire chalice of blood-wine, Supreme Alpha King, or watch your little omega burn in the sea," the masked boss taunts, pushing the heavy silver cup closer to Leonidas."Young Master, you cannot do this!" Dilios shouts, lunging forward with his claws half-extended, his face pale with horror. "It's a trap laced with distilled wolfsbane! If you ingest that poison, your alpha nervous system will shut down completely!"Leonidas ignores him entirely. His piercing golden eyes remain locked on my face across the wooden pier, blazing with an intense, agonizing possessiveness that makes my chest tighten until I can barely breathe."Stand down, Dilios," Leonidas commands, his voice dropping into a lethal, vibration-heavy rumble that broods no argument.He takes two long, unhesitating strides forward, closing the distance between himself and the mercenaries holding the chalice.The armed guards raise their rifles, their fingers hovering over the triggers, ready to riddle his chest with

"Pick that filth off the medical tray and take it back to the Citadel before I have Astinos throw you through the window," I snap, my voice vibrating with a cold, jagged fury that cuts straight through the sterile air of the hospital ward.Daxos Argyros chuckles, a low, condescending sound that makes the silver hairs at his temples twitch. "You overestimate your standing, little wolf. You are bruised, broken, and tied to an IV drip in a public healing hall. You have no territory left to defend."Astinos steps forward, his broad shoulders tensing as his amber eyes flare with lethal warning. "Daxos, if you do not walk out of this door right now, I will invoke the silver-claw pact and strip you of your council privileges.""Try it, Astinos," Daxos mocks, crossing his arms over his heavy wool coat. "The High Council ratified this transfer at midnight. Leonidas is three hundred miles away freezing his blood off in the northern badlands, and the Argyros Alpha Dominion now owns every square

"Where is my phone, Astinos?" I ask, my fingers gripping the white hospital sheets as the morning sunlight cuts across the sterile floor of the Lunar Healing Sanctuary.Astinos pauses, looking up from the medical chart he was organizing before he turns toward my bedside table."It's right here, little wolf," Astinos replies, reaching into the bottom drawer and pulling out my battered black smartphone. "The battery has been dead for days. I didn't think you'd care about calls while you were recovering from the wolfsbane fever.""Hand it to me," I demand, holding out my hand.Astinos places the phone in my palm, his amber eyes watching me with cautious curiosity. "What are you looking for?""Truth," I whisper.I plug the charging cable into the side port, tapping the power button until the glowing Apple logo flickers to life against the dark glass. For a tense moment, the screen stutters, loading dozens of delayed notifications, missed calls, and encrypted data packets that accumulated

"Who let you wander into the Argyros Citadel, street-born omega?" Artemisia screams, her voice cracking as she storms down the polished marble staircase.I stand my ground in the center of the grand hall, my fingers curling tightly around the cold velvet pouch in my pocket where Luke's detective business card rests alongside my mother's photograph."I didn't come here to ask for your permission, Artemisia," I reply coldly, my golden eyes flashing with a dangerous, untamed spark.Artemisia stops two steps from the bottom, her face twisting into an ugly mask of rage. "You have no right to set foot in the royal estate! Security! Drag this stray off the property before I have her thrown to the pack hounds!"None of the Fang Sentinels near the double doors move an inch. They know better than to take orders from a false Luna whose bloodline is hanging by a single frayed thread."Your fake crown is slipping, Artemisia," I murmur, taking a slow, deliberate step toward the stairs. "And everyon