Todos os capítulos de I Was Made From What You Couldn’t Let Go: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Soren's POV“You’re hurting me, Alpha.”My voice came out smaller than I wanted, squeezed tight by the massive hand wrapped around my throat. The pack house hall went dead silent except for the crackle of the big fireplace in the corner. Everyone stared. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.I had only come to drop off the patrol notes like always. Head down, say nothing, slip away. That was my job as a nobody beta. But the second I stepped close to Rhydian Blackmoor, everything went wrong.He had been standing at the front of the room listening to border reports when I walked in. The air felt heavy already. Wolves shifted on their feet, talking in low voices about rival packs pushing closer every week. I kept my eyes on the floor and held out the folded paper.Then his head snapped toward me. Those gray eyes widened. In one blur of motion he crossed the space between us, grabbed me, and slammed my back against the wooden wall. Pain shot down my spine. His fingers dug i

Rhydian's POV“Why am I going crazy over a man who is not even my mate?”I paced the war room like a caged animal, blood still drying on my knuckles from the border fight. The words slipped out loud before I could stop them. My boots left muddy prints on the old wood floor. Every step replayed that moment. Soren grabbing my arm with Elio’s exact tone, warning me about the blind spot like he had said it a hundred times before. My wolf howled inside me, confused and hungry at the same time.The door creaked open. Garrick stepped in, my most trusted guard, wiping dirt from his face. Fresh scratches marked his arm from the skirmish.“Alpha,” he said, voice steady. “We pushed them back. Two of theirs down, none of ours lost. But they were testing us hard. They know something is off with you.”I stopped pacing and faced him. “Good. Let them think I am distracted. Now listen close. I need you to dig into Soren Vale. Everything. Birth records, family ties that might be hidden, where he has be

Soren's Pov “You are bleeding because of me.”I winced as Rhydian pressed a clean cloth to the cut on my arm. The room was quiet after the chaos of the ridge fight. Just us in his quarters, lantern light flickering across his tense face. My body ached but the worst part was how his touch sent confusing warmth through me.“It is nothing,” he said, voice low. He kept his eyes on the wound, cleaning it carefully. “You jumped in front of that wolf for me. Why? You could have been killed out there.”I swallowed hard. “Instinct took over. One second I was watching the fight, next I was moving. Like I knew exactly where the attack would come from. My legs just carried me. It was not even a choice.”Rhydian finished bandaging my arm and moved to the small scrape on my cheek. His fingers were gentle, but I felt the tension in them. “You should not have been out there. You are still recovering from those episodes. What if next time the pain hits in the middle of a fight? I cannot lose you like

 “Why are you really looking for weapons?”Rhydian cornered me in the training yard the next morning, voice sharp enough to cut. His eyes burned with suspicion. Pack enforcers stood nearby watching us closely. I had barely slept after the cellar discovery and now this.“I told you already,” I said, holding my ground. “The dream pulled me there. It was not my choice. Elio’s memory showed me the way like I had walked it a hundred times.”Rhydian stepped closer, arms crossed. “I do not buy that. No ghost guides people through hidden doors. You went looking for those silver blades yourself. Tell me the truth. Are you working with someone against me?”I shook my head fast. “I am not. The compulsion took over. One minute I was in bed, next my feet were moving on their own. I felt sick the whole time but I could not stop.”He rubbed his jaw, thinking. “Words are cheap rig

 “A letter for a dead man just got delivered to our border.”I stood next to Rhydian in the holding cell under the pack house. The air felt damp and heavy. A rogue wolf from Jax Thorn’s pack sat chained to the wall, bruised but defiant. One of our patrols had caught him sneaking near the eastern line at dawn.Rhydian held up a sealed letter. “This was on him. Addressed to Elio Vance. Dated three days ago. Explain yourself.”The rogue smirked. “Not my job to explain. Just deliver. Your golden boy made promises. We expect him to keep them.”I felt the pull again. My eyes locked on the letter. “Let me see it. Something about the writing feels familiar.”Rhydian handed it over but stayed close. “Careful. It might be trapped or coded.”I turned the paper in my hands. The seal was Jax Thorn’s mark. My fingers moved on their own, tracing the symbols along the edge.