Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Hidden Heir: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

ERIN"The Moonblood matter."The words echoed in my mind long after the council chamber emptied. I stood alone at the table, staring at Northmoor's letter as though it might reveal secrets if I looked hard enough.Moonblood. A name I had never heard before arriving at Silver Ridge. A lineage I hadn't known existed until it became the reason people wanted me dead.And now a territory that had refused contact with the outside world for twenty years was breaking its silence—specifically because of me.Connor's voice from the doorway made me turn. "You're still here.""I'm trying to understand." I gestured at the letter. "Why would Northmoor care about my bloodline? They've been isolated longer than I've been alive. What possible connection could they have to a family that was supposedly erased before my mother was born?"Connor moved to stand beside me, his expression thoughtful. "That's exactly what concerns me. I have no history with Alpha Theron. No treaties, no conflicts, no communic

ERINThe broken circle pendant hung between us like an accusation.I stared at it—the symbol that had haunted my nightmares since the attack, now dangling from Cassandra's fingers as though it were merely jewelry rather than the mark of an enemy that had tried to kill me twice."Explain," I said. My voice came out harder than I intended. "Now."Cassandra lowered the pendant, her composure cracking slightly under the weight of every gaze in the courtyard. "This belonged to my grandmother. She gave it to my father on her deathbed, along with a warning—never let anyone outside the family see it. Never speak of what it represented.""And what does it represent?""Survival." Cassandra's eyes met mine. "My grandmother was born into a family that served the old coalition. The one responsible for the massacre. When she was young—barely more than a child—she witnessed what they did to the Moonblood line. The coordinated attacks. The systematic erasure. The rewriting of history afterward."The

ERINMy hands wouldn't stop shaking.I found Wren before dawn, while the camp still slumbered and the cooking fires had burned down to embers. She was awake—I suspected she hadn't slept at all—sitting outside her tent with a cup of something steaming that she wasn't drinking."I need to tell you something," I said.She looked up. Saw my face. Set down the cup."Sit."I sat beside her on the cold ground, wrapping my arms around myself to stop the trembling. The words came out in fragments at first—the cell, the darkness, the eyes that were mine but weren't. The voice asking if I was finally coming.When I mentioned the title—the way it had been spoken, not as a memory but as a direct address—Wren went pale."Say that again," she whispered."She called me by my mother's old title. Asked if I was finally coming for her." I searched Wren's face for understanding. "It felt like... like she was actually talking to me. Like she knew I was there."Wren's hand pressed against her mouth. For a

ERINVictor Draven's eyes never left mine.I held his gaze without flinching, even as every instinct screamed warnings about the man standing before me. The descendant of a family that had orchestrated my bloodline's near-extinction. The representative of enemies who had hidden in plain sight for generations.And he was smiling at me like we were old friends."The discussions will proceed through proper channels," Connor said, his voice cutting through the tension. "Silver Ridge has called this summit. We will conduct it according to established protocols."Victor's smile didn't waver. "Of course. Forgive my enthusiasm." He stepped back, gesturing toward the table with exaggerated courtesy. "Please, take your seats. I'm certain we all have much to learn from each other."The next hours were a minefield.I took my place at the circular table, positioned between Connor and Marty, with Jake stationed behind me in the row reserved for security personnel. The arrangement was deliberate—pro

ERINThe murmurs spread like wildfire through the hall.Every whispered conversation carried the same shocked realization—the quiet security guard from Silver Ridge, the man who had positioned himself as nothing more than a skilled protector, was the firstborn heir of one of the most powerful territories in the region.Jake stood rigid beside me, his father's accusation hanging in the air between them. The weight of exposed secrets pressed down on his shoulders, and I could see the moment he made his decision."You want confirmation?" Jake's voice cut through the whispers. Steady. Controlled. But carrying an edge I had never heard before. "Fine. I am Jacob Sullivan. Firstborn son of Alpha Sullivan of the Eastern Territories. I was raised to inherit leadership of a pack that built its power through intimidation, forced submissions, and the systematic crushing of smaller territories that refused to bend."He stepped forward, away from my side, positioning himself where every Alpha could