Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Heartless Choice: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Kellan gently patted my head, his warm touch grounding me amid the lingering haze of my fever. "Sommy, do not overthink this. I am not attempting to force a blood-bond upon you. I simply needed to clear the air regarding Seraphina. There is nothing between us, I swear it on my honor. Though our families arranged a minor alliance years ago, we met only a handful of times before I severed the tie completely."I looked up at him, my heart heavy with an overwhelming flood of relief and guilt. "Kellan, thank you... thank you for giving me a sense of safety I haven't felt in a very long time."A quiet, genuine smile touched his lips. "Then rest well beneath that protection.""I will," I whispered, closing my eyes as the exhaustion pulled me under once more.Kellan remained at my bedside, his large, calloused hand keeping a steady hold on mine. I didn't pull away.She isn't rejecting me because she feels nothing, Kellan thought silently, watching her chest rise and fall in a rhythmic sleep.

My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin, catching the sudden shift in the air before the iron-bound door even opened. In the quiet sanctuary of the medical wing, I sat up, adjusting the silk robes wrapping my bruised body. Across the hallway, the heavy oak doors of the Supreme Alpha's suite were open just enough for every low, commanding word to carry across the stone floor."Have the Nightshade scouts breached the perimeter near the northern boundary?" Ronan Wolfhart’s voice was a low, velvet growl, dripping with lethal authority."They sent a small hunting party to test our outer wards, Supreme Alpha," Garrick Moonclaw reported, his voice tight with discipline. "Per your command, I reinforced the border patrols with our elite pack Enforcers. If the Nightshades attempt a raid tonight, we will repel them swiftly.""Good," Ronan said, his tone utterly frigid. "Let them strike first. If they dare cross into Wolfhart territory, deliver a fatal warning. There is no need to show mercy, but

"Zanele's return to the Nightshade Clan has nothing to do with you," I growl into the darkness of the balcony, my throat raw, my wolf thrashing wildly against my ribs.I pace the stone perimeter, the biting wind from the Frostfang Hollow mountains doing nothing to cool the fire burning under my skin. I do not sleep. I haven't slept in weeks. Every time I close my eyes, I see my blood on the stone floor of the Wolfhart Moonkeep. I smell the metallic stench of my own loss. I feel the phantom agony of two tiny, unformed wolf sparks extinguishing inside my womb while Ronan turned his back to answer Zanele’s desperate mind-link.He let them die. His own bloodline. His own pups. All because Zanele claimed she was being hunted by rogue packs, using her fake distress to pull him away from our quarters.I glare down at the courtyard. Beside the sofa inside my room, Valerie is fast asleep, her breathing steady. I pulled my heavy wolf-fur cloak tighter around my shoulders and stepped into the fr

"Does she have evidence?" Ronan Wolfhart demands, his voice dripping with icy contempt as he sits upright on the carved stone bench inside the sanctuary.The news-scout clears his throat nervously, his wolf fidgeting under Ronan’s suffocating Alpha pressure. "My Lord, for the past year, the entire Lycan Dominion has rumored that Zanele Nightshade was living under your direct protection at your private estate.""Then it seems I must strip those rumormongers of their titles," Ronan growls softly, his dark eyes narrowing with lethal intent. "I severed all ties with Zanele a year ago. Do not publish her wild fabrications. It will cause severe complications with the she-wolf I am currently pursuing."The scout’s jaw drops. "Supreme Alpha... you are actively courting someone?"Ronan’s lips curve into a cruel, breathtaking smirk. "I assumed the entire Dominion was aware. What is wrong with your media guild? You print unsanctioned lies while ignoring the absolute truth.""We... we believed yo

"Why is he this fast?" I mutter under my breath, staring at my crystal communication slate in absolute disbelief.Not even thirty seconds after uploading the picture of my berry pastry to my public pack feed, a notification pops up. Ronan Wolfhart liked your post.Does the Supreme Alpha of the Wolfhart Bloodline have nothing better to do than lurk on my profile? I bite my lip, my wolf stirring with a mix of annoyance and lingering, dangerous heat. Without another second of hesitation, I tap his profile and hit block.A minute later, my slate vibrates with a direct mind-link text from his private frequency.Did you block my pack frequency, Sommy?I tap back furiously: It is my private crystal slate. I can block whichever arrogant wolf I choose.His response is instant: What are you hiding on your feed that I am not allowed to see?My blood boils. I type back with cold venom: Just intimate mating updates between me and Alpha Kellan Stormfang. Want to see them?Silence. I smirk, setting