Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Hidden Heir: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 126

ERINI told no one about the dream until morning.The words haunted me through the remaining hours of darkness—don't come, it's a trap, protect your children—circling endlessly while I stared at the ceiling and waited for dawn.When I finally described the vision to Wren, her reaction surprised me."Dream clarity scales with proximity." She pulled ancient texts from her medical library, spreading yellowed pages across the examination table. "The old Moonblood writings describe blood-bonds that strengthen when kin are physically closer. Emotions transmitted across distances. Warnings shared between parent and child during moments of extreme stress.""So my mother is getting closer?""The scouting party is getting closer to her. The connection works both ways." Wren traced faded diagrams showing interlinked family trees. "If Jake and Marcus are approaching the facility where she's held, the bond between you would intensify. That could explain why this dream was clearer than the previous

ERIN"Don't touch him yet."Marcus's voice came out as a rasp, stopping Nadia's hands before they could assess his wounds. His eyes were barely open, but the determination behind them burned with desperate intensity."You need treatment—""I need to report first." He grabbed my wrist again, pulling himself up despite the obvious agony the movement caused. "Before I pass out. Before I forget. You have to know."I knelt beside him on the cold stone of the courtyard."Tell me.""The northern territory isn't abandoned." Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, mixing with the dust on his face. "It's occupied. The whole region. What looks like wasteland from a distance is actually a garrison. Hollow Fang forces operating under the banner of the Northern Watch.""The pack whose Alpha disappeared forty years ago?""They're using his banner. His colors. His territorial markers. Anyone who stumbles into the region thinks they've entered legitimate pack territory." Marcus coughed, the sound

ERINWren's hands trembled as she held the stone splinter.Her tears fell silently, dropping onto the ancient script carved into its surface. The fragment was barely larger than my thumb—a piece of cell wall that someone had broken free and hidden, a message waiting for the right person to find it."What does it say?"Wren looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and full of something I couldn't name."Your birth-title." Her voice cracked. "The one the stranger spoke at Miller's Pass. The name given to you before you could remember it."I remembered that moment. The hooded figure who had known things no stranger should know. The words that had meant nothing to me then and everything now."Whoever carved this knew the old script perfectly," Wren continued. "The stroke order. The traditional forms. The subtle variations that distinguish formal titles from common names. This wasn't someone who learned Moonblood writing from books.""This was someone raised in it.""Yes."My mother.My mother