Todos os capítulos de I Kissed The Supreme Alpha By Mistake : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Selene's POVSelene had learned, across years of careful magical investigation, to trust the particular prickle at the back of her neck that meant someone was paying attention who shouldn't be, and standing in the vampire royal archive's oldest wing, surrounded by documents the King had granted her unprecedented access to review, that exact sensation settled cold across her shoulders for the third time that week.She didn't turn immediately. Instead, she continued her careful study of the document before her, allowing her senses to extend outward with the subtle, practiced discretion that had kept her alive through considerably more dangerous investigations than this one.Someone was watching from the archive's eastern alcove, concealed behind layered magic considerably more sophisticated than anything she'd encountered even from Vesper at her strongest.She finished her sentence, closed the document with deliberate casualness, and reached for her bag as though preparing to leave for

Maya's POV "—before circumstances forced them into hiding," Mom continued, her voice settling into the particular careful cadence of someone reconstructing a memory she'd never expected to need again. "She said it like a story, Maya. The way grandmothers tell stories to children who won't remember most of the details anyway, just the shape of it. I remember she made tea, and she told me our family used to matter, once, before something happened that made mattering dangerous." "Did she say what happened?" I asked, leaning forward despite myself. "She said a choice was made. That our ancestors chose safety over significance, ordinariness over whatever they'd once been, and that the choice had been passed down since—each generation deciding, deliberately, to remain unremarkable rather than risk whatever danger their true nature apparently invited." Mom's hands tightened slightly in her lap. "I always assumed it was simply an old woman's way of making our very ordinary, unremarkable fam

Ruth's POV Ruth had organized considerable events across her years managing this household—the Founders' Ball, the Claiming Ceremony, the wedding itself, three separate baby showers when word of the triplets first spread—but nothing had prepared her for the particular logistical nightmare of what Maya and Damon were now calling, with more optimism than Ruth privately felt the plan currently deserved, "the Gathering." "You want me to host werewolves, vampires, and rogues," she said, staring at the guest list Elias had begun compiling, "in the same location, for an extended, multi-day event, celebrating the fact that they're all secretly related." "When you say it like that, it sounds considerably more chaotic than we're hoping," Elias admitted. "It sounds considerably more chaotic than anything in recorded pack history," Ruth said, though something in her expression suggested the scope of the challenge had already begun exciting rather than simply alarming her. "Vampires require dif

Damon's POVNot every family welcomed the truth, and the Kestrel pack's response arrived on formal letterhead, considerably colder than anything Damon had anticipated given how carefully Constance's research team had approached the initial outreach.Alpha Ashford, it read, *we have reviewed your genealogical claims regarding our bloodline's supposed connection to this so-called Convergence council. We reject them entirely. Our family has served this territory faithfully for eleven generations, built our reputation through honest, hard work rather than mythical ancestral significance. We have no interest in your gathering, your investigation, or whatever political agenda you're apparently pursuing by attempting to fabricate connections between our respectable pack and rogue or vampire bloodlines. Do not contact us again.*"That's considerably harsher than the other refusals we've received," Elias observed, reading the letter over Damon's shoulder in the study."It's also concerning for

Maya's POVI'd learned, over two years of raising a daughter whose capability seemed to involve perceiving things none of the rest of us could properly access, to pay careful attention whenever Hope's usual toddler chatter took on a different, more focused quality. That evening, watching her play alone in the nursery corner while her sisters napped, something in her small, murmured conversation stopped me entirely in the doorway.She wasn't simply babbling. She was listening, her head tilted with the particular, alert stillness I'd come to recognize, small hands occasionally gesturing as though responding to something only she could perceive."Hope?" I said gently, crouching beside her. "Sweetheart, who are you talking to?"She looked up at me with those striking amber eyes, considerably more focused than a two-year-old's attention typically managed. "The lady," she said simply, as though this required no further explanation."What lady, baby?""The pretty one. She says hello to Mama.