Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Hidden Heir: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ERINThe silence was absolute.I stood in the wreckage of the eastern gate, my white fur matted with blood that wasn't mine, my chest heaving with exertion I had never known a body could feel. Around me, the battle had simply stopped—not wound down, not gradually concluded, but frozen in place as every wolf on both sides processed what they had just witnessed.A white wolf.Pure white, from muzzle to tail, without the silver markings or grey undertones that touched every other pale-coated wolf in living memory. The color existed only in old stories, in legends whispered around fires, in accounts of Moonblood carriers at the height of their power.No one alive had ever seen one.Until now.The Hollow Fang commander stood at the edge of the breach, his dark armor splattered with gore, his eyes fixed on me with an expression I couldn't quite read. Not fear, exactly. Not hatred. Something closer to satisfaction—the recognition of a hunter who had finally found the prey he had been seeking

ERINThe envoy's expression shifted as I approached—surprise giving way to calculation, then settling into something that tried to be contempt but couldn't quite manage it.He had expected to negotiate over me like territory or trade goods.He hadn't expected me to negotiate for myself."Lady Ashford," he said, recovering his composure with visible effort. "The demand is not negotiable. The signatory territories have—""The signatory territories have no authority over my person." I stopped a few feet from where he stood, close enough that he had to look down at me, far enough that I controlled the space between us. "I am not a citizen of Valley March, Ironwood, Eastwatch, or Stone Harbor. I have sworn no oaths to their leaders. They have no claim on my movement, my residence, or my bloodline.""The stability of the region—""Is not served by treating living beings as commodities." I kept my voice level. "I've spent thirteen years being treated as property. Being told where to go, what

ERINThe room fractured into opposing camps before Nadia's tears had dried."Immediate confinement." Connor's voice carried the steel of an Alpha making decisions in crisis. "We isolate her, conduct a full damage assessment, and notify our alliance partners of the security breach. Anything less is dereliction.""And lose the one advantage we've just gained?" Marcus stepped forward, his investigator's mind already calculating angles. "An exposed mole who wants something is worth more alive and operating than rotting in a cell. She knows their protocols, their timing, their communication methods. That's intelligence we can weaponize.""Intelligence from someone who has spent months betraying us.""Intelligence from someone who now has every reason to cooperate." Marcus turned to face Connor directly. "Think about it strategically. We know she's compromised. She knows we know. That changes the entire dynamic. Everything she sends from this point forward is information we control.""Contr

ERINThe question sat on the table between us like a live coal.Confirm: Is the white wolf and the pregnant woman the same person?"It's a test," Marcus said immediately. "They already know the answer. They're checking whether Nadia is still reliable.""How could they know?" Jake demanded. "The only people who saw the transformation were Silver Ridge defenders and retreating Hollow Fang operatives.""The commander." Connor's voice was grim. "The one who ordered the retreat. He watched the entire thing. He saw a white wolf emerge from the shelter area, fight through his forces, and then collapse back into human form in the courtyard.""But connecting that to the pregnancy—""Isn't difficult if they've been tracking Nadia's reports all along." Marcus spread his hands. "She's been documenting Erin's condition for months. They know a pregnant woman lives at Silver Ridge. They just witnessed a white wolf appear at Silver Ridge. The leap isn't complicated."I stared at the message, feeling

ERINThe first guard died before he knew we were there.Jake's blade caught him from behind, silent and precise, lowering the body to the forest floor without a sound. The second guard turned at some instinct—animal awareness that something was wrong—and Marty was already moving, closing the distance in three steps and dropping him with a blow that ended consciousness instantly.Two down. No alarm raised. Beth's forty-year-old memory proving accurate to the inch.We moved through the pre-dawn darkness like water through cracks, twelve fighters flowing between the trees toward the stone building that sat in its natural depression like a spider waiting in a web.I watched from the ridge with Marcus and Connor, my role reduced to observer by the life growing inside me. The babies kicked restlessly, as though sensing the violence unfolding below."Third approach path clear," came the whispered report through our communication chain. "Moving to secondary positions."The relay station looke