Todos os capítulos de The Trapped Heiress: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The sound seemed to be a signal all across the hall; the remaining guests began to change. Council members, alphas, and elders who had come to the gala dropped their human forms in a rolling wave of howls. They had come to this ball to celebrate side by side with the humans, not to terrorize them, and they would not let a handful of rogues destroy that peace, not tonight, and not by exposing them all.They fell in beside Noah, and the fight began.The hall filled with howling and snarling, with the wet sound of tearing skin and the crash of overturned tables. Someone cursed in a human voice mid-shift. A rogue slammed into a pillar and slid to the floor, dazed; another was flung across the room and landed in a heap of broken glass.Laurel’s heart hammered; she was on her feet, though she did not remember rising, when a hand closed around her arm and pulled her backward.“Behind me,” Wyatt said breathlessly, stepping in front of her. His shirt was torn at the collar, and there was a bru

A massive gray wolf stood in the center of the wreckage, drenched in blood, snarling orders at the rogues surrounding him, the leader. Noah did not slow down. He launched himself across the lawn in a single leap and slammed into the gray wolf with his full weight. The rogue crashed to the ground with a yelp, and before he could rise Noah’s jaws closed around his throat.There was no mercy in it; there was no pause. He tore the rogue leader apart with a fury that made the nearest rogues stumble back, whimpering, and the sound of that killing echoed across the grounds.Behind him, the howls of his warriors rose in answer; they poured through the broken gates and fell on the rogues in a tide. The tide of the battle turned in a heartbeat; the rogues who had been so confident a moment ago faltered and then broke, and one by one they were pinned, ripped down, or driven to the ground and held there by snarling jaws. The warriors fought with grim, silent hunger, because they had seen their fa

A wet, helpless laugh burst out of Laurel, and then another, and then Noah was laughing too, even as the tears kept running, the two of them clinging to each other and to the small, warm miracle in between.On the stairs, Sara pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, and Richard had pushed himself to his feet, leaning heavily on Gina’s arm, and he stood watching them with an expression of fierce joy, his own eyes bright and wet. Wyatt had stepped up beside Lula, and even he was smiling."He knows him," Lula murmured, her voice soft and awed. Look at them, he knew him from the moment he saw him.I know, Laurel thought, and could not stop crying.Noah pressed his lips to the top of his son’s head and closed his eyes. All night he had fought for the lives of strangers and the secrets of his people, and he had done it with fury. But nothing in all that fighting had made him feel the way he felt now, standing in the wreckage with his wife in one arm and his child in the other.For the first

“The necklace,” Noah said quietly.Wyatt nodded. “My mother always said that if the truth ever came out, it would come out through those stones. Her mother had them made as a pair, and each one was blessed by the Shadow Pack's Luna with the old magic, bound to the blood of the family. That’s why the council kept the first one in the library. It’s a record, in a way; it can only be worn by someone of the line.”That’s why the council would care, Noah realised. That’s why the Hamiltons needed it gone.“I found out three months ago that the Hamilton’s were planning to sell it,” Wyatt continued. “Quietly, at this auction, to someone who would never ask questions. Once it was out of the council’s reach, it was gone for good; the second necklace was my proof, but without the first, no one could confirm the link. I had one chance.”“So that’s why you were hiding,” Laurel said slowly. "Why did you disappear?"“I couldn’t be seen, not by the Hamilton’s, not by the council, not by anyone, not

His eyes fell on the baby in Noah’s arms, the dark curls, the round cheeks, and the big, bright, familiar eyes staring back at him. For a long moment, the great Alpha of the Knight pack stood absolutely still, as though the floor had dropped from beneath his feet.Kian, who had been quiet for a few seconds, suddenly brightened. He waved a fist in the air and burst out, “Ba-ba-ba-ba!”Abbott’s face crumpled.“Is it...” His voice cracked; he pressed his lips together and tried again, his eyes already turning red. “Is it...?”“Is it your grandson?” Noah finished gently, and he nodded. “Yes, Dad, his name is Kian; he is mine and Laurel’s.”Abbott crossed the space between them in two strides, trembling. He did not wait to be offered; he reached out and took Kian from Noah’s arms, and the baby, startled, went stiff for a moment, his eyes wide.The old Alpha buried his face against the small, warm head. “Oh,” he said, and it came out a broken whisper. “Oh, my little pup, my little one.”He