Todos los capítulos de The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Baylor’s POVI leaned my head against the damp wall of the dungeon, watching a single bead of water trace a path down the stone and wondering how my life had led into this exact moment. Hours had passed since the courtyard spectacle and the reality of my impending execution still felt like a twisted nightmare I could not wake up from. My own father had looked me in the eye and ordered my death without a flinch, condemning me to the chopping block just to prove a point to the rest of his kingdom.Magnus sat across from me in the dim light, picking at the dried blood on his knuckles. He exchanged a long look with the other three men sitting in the shadows before sliding across the dirt floor to sit beside me.“We are sorry,” Magnus mumbled, refusing to meet my gaze as he stared at his boots. “We let fear guide our hands earlier and we beat the only man who actually tried to help us. It was not right and we owe you an apology.”“Fear makes everyone do things they regret,” I replied, sh

Liana's POVI dodged another sloppy left hook, stepping back out of Den’s reach while wiping a drop of sweat from my forehead. Training with Drogo usually pushed my limits and forced me to think on my feet, but sparring with his second-in-command just felt like an obligation. Den rolled his shoulders and circled me on the dirt training mat with a smug smile on his face.“You are holding back,” Den teased.“I am trying not to break your nose before lunch,” I replied.“Drogo told me to give you a real workout today,” Den scoffed. “You look like you are barely trying.”“Drogo knows how to challenge me without acting like a showoff,” I pointed out. “You just throw wide punches and hope one of them connects with my jaw.”“Maybe I am just wearing you down so I can secure an easy victory,” Den suggested.“You are wearing my patience down,” I countered. “Are you going to fight or just dance around the mat all day?”“Watch your mouth,” Den warned.Den lunged forward, throwing a fast combinati

Liana's POV I kept my paws quiet against the damp earth, navigating the thick undergrowth to avoid the open patrol routes branching out from the main stronghold. Finding Drogo in this sprawling wilderness required focus, so I closed my eyes and cast my senses outward through the trees. I searched for the familiar spark of my mate’s presence, hoping to catch his scent on the wind, but a different connection snagged my attention instead. It was a familiar scent woven directly into my blood, pulling me toward a small clearing near the eastern ridge. I crept forward through the ferns, staying low to the ground and keeping my silver fur hidden in the darkness while I investigated the source of the pull.Voices drifted through the branches as I neared a cluster of tall trees. I flattened my belly against the moss and peered through the leaves to get a better look at the clearing. My father stood in the center of a small circle of men, his face illuminated by a single, shielded lantern re

Liana's POV My father struck a match against the stone counter and touched the flame to the wick of a nearby oil lamp, pushing the shadows back into the corners of the room. My mother remained frozen by the archway with her hands hovering near her chest, staring at me in the dim light as if a ghost had just walked through her back door. I kept my spine straight and prepared for the inevitable insults she usually hurled my way, but her face softened into an expression of genuine wonder.“Liana?” my mother breathed, taking a hesitant step into the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”“Your husband dragged me inside to play peacemaker,” I answered, keeping my arms crossed over my chest. “Do not worry. I am leaving in a few minutes.”“Please do not leave yet,” my mother urged, stepping closer to the dining table. “I am just surprised to see you standing in my kitchen.”“I am surprised you are not shouting for the guards,” I pointed out, watching her carefully for any sudden movements. “Y

Liana's POV The wooden door frame splintered into jagged pieces as I hurled my massive silver body through the exit and crashed onto the back porch. I did not pause to process the grief tearing at my throat, choosing instead to channel the raw aggression flooding my veins directly into the enforcers swarming the yard. The closest guard raised a crossbow toward my chest, but I lunged forward and clamped my jaws around his shoulder before he could pull the trigger. I threw him into the dirt and spun around to face the rest of the unit. “Bring her down!” Carl shouted from the far edge of the property. He stood safely behind a line of armed men near the garden gate, using his own soldiers as a flesh shield while he barked orders. “Do not let her reach the tree line!” “You will die tonight!” I promised through a vicious snarl, though the words only sounded like a savage growl to the