Todos los capítulos de Fated Alpha Stepbrothers: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Kael’s POVWe hit Lucien from four sides at once. Allaric from the front, Elias from the left, Ronan from the right, and me from behind. Liora stayed in the center of the light circle, pouring everything she had into the battle above us.Lucien was weaker now, but he was also more dangerous. The loss of the old ritual piece had left something wild and unstable inside him. His attacks no longer followed clear patterns. Shadow burst out in every direction.I took a hard hit to the shoulder and kept moving. “Don’t give him space!”Elias locked onto one of Lucien’s arms and dragged it down. Ronan went for the legs. Allaric struck at the chest. I aimed for the back of the neck.For a few seconds it looked like we had him.Then Lucien released a blast of pure force that threw all four of us backward. I hit the ground hard and rolled. Pain flared along my ribs.Liora’s light flared in answer. The blast that should have reached her burned away before it got close.“I’m still here,” she called

Ronan’s POVDawn came slowly. The blue moon faded and the normal sun rose over a pack that had not slept. Smoke still drifted from a few burned buildings. The scent of blood and overturned earth hung in the air.I stood on the eastern watch platform with Kael and Elias. Below us, work parties cleared debris and repaired the worst breaks in the border wall. Allaric moved among them, giving quiet orders. Ava coordinated the healers. Cecile had finally sat down for a short rest after working through the night.Liora was still asleep in the main hall. The three of us had taken shifts sitting with her. She had not woken once.“Scouts left an hour ago,” Elias said. “They’ll check the eastern border first. That’s where Cecile felt the coldness.”Kael nodded. “If the seed is real, we need to know how far it has spread and how fast.”I watched a group of younger wolves carry supplies toward the hall. “What do we do about the freed rogues? Some of them fought with us at the end.”“Allaric will

Liora’s POVThe sun was already up when I woke. My body felt heavy, but the sharp pain from the ritual was gone. Only a dull ache remained in my chest, like a bruise that went deeper than skin.Kael sat in the chair beside the bed. His eyes were open. He had been watching me.“How long was I asleep?” I asked.“Most of the night and into the morning,” he said. “You needed it. Cecile checked you twice. She said the foreign magic is gone.”I pushed myself up slowly. “And the eastern border?”“They’re still digging the containment line. Elias and Ronan are out there now. Allaric wants us to join them when you’re ready.”I nodded and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floor felt cool under my feet. “I’m ready.”Kael stood and offered his hand. I took it. His fingers were warm and steady.Outside, the compound looked different in daylight. Broken fences were being repaired. Burned wood was stacked for later. People moved with quiet purpose. When they saw me, some nodded. A few look

Elias’s POVI woke to the sound of birds. For a moment I forgot where we were. Then the hard ground under my bedroll and the faint wrongness in the air reminded me.Liora was already sitting up, looking toward the containment line. Kael and Ronan were stirring.“Did you dream?” I asked her.She nodded. “Pieces. The ritual pattern is clearer. I saw the shape of the sealing circle. I saw the way the packs have to stand. But I still need the exact words for the binding. They’re just out of reach.”Kael rubbed his eyes. “We’ll walk the line again after we eat. Maybe more will come.”We packed the bedrolls and returned to the compound. Breakfast was waiting. Allaric had already received two new messages. One pack to the south had found a fourth small patch of wilting grass. They had burned it the same way we had. The coldness had quieted but not vanished.“It’s consistent,” Allaric said. “Contain, burn, watch. No one has reported sick wolves yet. That is the only real good news.”Liora ate

Ronan’s POVThe next three days followed the same pattern. Morning checks of the containment line. Practice sessions with Liora in the western clearing. Messages from other packs. Quiet evenings where we sat together and tried to remember what ordinary felt like.On the fourth morning the pattern broke.A runner came in hard, breathing fast. “Tracks. Fresh. Same heavy set. They crossed the southern border two hours before dawn and headed toward our eastern line.”Allaric was on his feet at once. “How many watchers do we have on that stretch?”“Four,” the runner said. “They held position and sent me back. They did not engage.”“Good,” Allaric said. “We move now. Small group. Fast.”Liora stood as well. “I’m coming.”Kael looked at her. “You’re still recovering.”“I’m the only one who can feel the seed clearly,” she said. “If he’s near one of the patches, I need to be there.”Allaric studied her for a moment, then nodded. “You stay in the center of the group. No heroics. We confirm, we