Todos los capítulos de How I Met My Mates: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The fire in the stone grate popped, casting long, liquid shadows across the slate floor of the master penthouse. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the pine forest stretched out into an ocean of darkness, but inside, the air was dense, heavy, and hot with the concentrated power of five apex Alphas surrounding a single Sovereign mate.Dominic walked to the edge of the bed, his dark pack tattoos glowing faintly against his bronze skin. Every line carved into his chest told a story of brutal victories, territorial expansion, and the absolute dominance of the Garcia bloodline. But as he looked down at me, his silver eyes held no coldness. They held an obsessive, terrifying devotion that made my breath catch in my throat."Building a new city requires clearing out the old foundation, Elara," Dominic said softly, his voice a deep, gravelly purr that resonated through the mattress. He climbed onto the charcoal silk sheets, his massive frame looming over me as he settled on his knees bet

The cold air hitting the lower valley didn't just smell like pine and impending rain—it smelled like iron, wet fur, and the bitter, sulfurous scent of Northern wolf-bane smoke.The Bloodline River raged forty feet below the ancient stone bridge, its dark, icy waters churning wildly against the jagged black rocks of the ravine. On the southern bank—our side—the midnight-black tactical armored vehicles of the Reapers stood in silent, deadly formation, their engines purring with a low, predatory hum. On the northern bank, shrouded in the thick gray mist rolling off the river, dozens of massive, dark-furred wolves and heavily armored Ironfang enforcers were gathered.They weren't expecting us to meet them at the shoreline. They had expected a panicked, unorganized defense—a scrambling militia of shattered Silverfang remnants trying to secure their borders after the collapse of their royal family.Instead, they found a wall of black obsidian and silver armor.Dominic walked down the cent

The secondary estate’s subterranean vault smelled of refined cedar, cold slate, and the faint, unmistakable scent of rich velvet and heavy silks.While the upper levels of the fortress were dedicated to steel, surveillance monitors, and tactical armor, the vault beneath the master suite was built for a completely different kind of power. Rows of custom-built mahogany wardrobes stretched down the long, dimly lit hall, filled with high-tier garments sourced from the most exclusive fashion houses in the neutral zones—each piece designed to project unyielding wealth, ancient tradition, and raw, undeniable status.I stood on the circular marble podium in the center of the vault, looking at my reflection in the massive, gold-framed mirror.The battle at the Bloodline River was over, but the high-tier prep was its own kind of warfare. The Solstice Summit was less than thirty-six hours away, and every regional Alpha, elder council member, and rival pack leader would be looking for any sign o

The iron-studded doors of the Citadel’s Grand Hall swung open with a deep, echoing groan that resonated through the cavernous space. Inside, vaulted stone arches reached into shadows lit only by massive iron chandeliers, their flickering flames casting long, dancing shadows across hundreds of seated delegates.The air was stifling—a heavy, suffocating blend of old mahogany, burning tallow, and the acrid, defensive scents of three hundred high-ranking pack elders, regional Alphas, and military commanders.The moment our boots crossed the brass threshing line, the low, roaring chatter of the room snapped shut.Silence fell like a falling blade.I walked beside Dominic, my hand resting firmly over the expensive black wool of his sleeve. The midnight-black liquid silk of my gown whispered against the polished marble floor, trailing behind me in a sleek, fluid wave. Beside us, Asher walked with an effortless, predatory grace, his amber eyes scanning the high balconies where the Ironfang

The morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass was soft, diffused by a lingering veil of mountain mist. The sprawling penthouse suite was wrapped in an absolute, heavy quiet, saturated with the thick, undeniable scent of five Alphas and the sweet, lingering silver spark of my Sovereign core.I lay trapped in a knot of dark silk sheets and warm, solid muscle.Dominic’s heavy, tattooed arm was locked around my waist, his broad chest pressed firmly against my back, his deep, rhythmic breathing vibrating straight through my ribs. Asher’s long legs were tangled with mine beneath the covers, one of his large hands resting over my thigh in a possessive, unyielding grip. On my other side, Zane and Tristan occupied the edges of the massive bed, their dark hair disheveled, their chests rising and falling in deep, satisfied slumber. Near the foot of the bed, Kaelen sat propped against the carved headboard, fully awake, his dark, hyper-vigilant eyes watching me with a quiet, i