Todos os capítulos de I Kissed The Supreme Alpha By Mistake : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Maya's POVThe contractions started three weeks earlier than Dr. Marsh had projected, on an otherwise unremarkable evening while I was attempting, with limited success, to help Ruth taste-test three different nursery-appropriate lullabies she'd apparently commissioned from a pack musician without consulting anyone."That one's lovely," I started to say, before a sudden, sharp tightening across my entire midsection stole the rest of the sentence entirely.Ruth's expression shifted instantly from musical critic to alarmed efficiency. "How long has that been happening?""That was the first one," I said, breathing through the sensation as it gradually eased. "I think. Or maybe I've been ignoring smaller ones all afternoon and telling myself it was just the babies moving.""Sit down. Don't move. I'm getting Damon and calling Dr. Marsh immediately."The next several hours dissolved into the particular controlled chaos I imagined most h

Maya's POV Selene arrived at the mansion the morning after Damon and I mentioned the shimmer we'd both witnessed around Diana's tiny outstretched hand, her expression carrying the particular focused seriousness she reserved for genuinely significant magical development rather than routine monitoring. "Show me exactly what you observed," she said, settling carefully beside the bassinet where Diana slept, considerably more peacefully than her sisters had managed throughout the exhausting first night. "It was subtle," I said, watching Selene study my sleeping daughter with careful attention. "Just a slight shimmer in the air, right around her hand, when she reached outward in her sleep. Gone almost as quickly as it appeared." "May I?" Selene asked, gesturing toward Diana's small hand. I nodded, watching carefully as Selene gently, carefully extended her own hand near Diana's, murmuring something quiet and precise under her breath. For a long moment, nothing happened, and I began to

Damon's POVOrganizing what Constance had begun calling, with characteristic dry humor, "the Watchers' Council" proved considerably more complicated than Damon had initially anticipated, requiring him to coordinate across three distinct political structures that had, only a few years earlier, existed in careful, wary separation rather than genuine collaborative partnership."I want to be direct about what we're asking," he said, addressing the assembled representatives gathered in Black Moon's largest formal chamber—pack council elders, Marcus alongside two senior rogue community leaders, the Vampire King's own trusted advisor standing in given the King's continued diplomatic obligations elsewhere. "This isn't a temporary security measure. Given what we now understand about Vesper's actual intentions, we're requesting sustained, long-term vigilance, potentially spanning years, across every community represented in this room.""What form would this vigilance actually take?" Alpha Reyes

Selene's POVThe woman woke slowly, disoriented, her eyes taking several long seconds to focus on the cellar's dim lighting and the four faces watching her with varying degrees of wariness. Selene had wrapped the restraints in a dampening charm the moment consciousness returned, cutting off whatever magical reserves the woman might otherwise have drawn on to escape or retaliate."You'll find struggling considerably unproductive," Selene said, keeping her voice even, professional. "The restraints suppress magical output entirely. Whatever you're accustomed to relying on, it won't be available to you here."The woman's gaze swept the room—Selene, Damon, Ruth standing near the door with her arms crossed and an expression that suggested she'd already decided how this conversation should go, Maya notably absent, having been persuaded, with some difficulty, to remain upstairs with the children rather than confront the woman who'd spent three days pretending to care for them."I have nothing

Damon's POVIt took Reyna four days to remember anything genuinely useful, and Damon spent every one of them fighting the urge to push harder than Selene's careful, patient interrogation technique allowed."Rushing her risks getting nothing at all," Selene explained, for perhaps the third time that week, catching Damon pacing outside the cellar door late one evening. "Trauma responses like hers don't yield to pressure. They yield to safety, patience, and the gradual rebuilding of trust. If you want genuine information rather than whatever she thinks you want to hear, this is the only way that actually works.""I understand the theory," Damon said. "I simply find the practice considerably harder to tolerate, given what's at stake.""Everyone does," Selene said, not unkindly. "Go check on your daughters. I'll call you the moment there's anything worth hearing."The call came two days later, close to midnight, Selene's voice carrying a controlled urgency that told Damon this was, finally