Todos los capítulos de The Assassin Alpha's Heir: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 75

Alfonso’s POVThe cold floor stung the soles of my bare feet, but I couldn't care less.I stood at the foot of the grand staircase, shoulders relaxed, hands shoved casually into the pockets of my dark sweatpants. On the surface, I looked like a guy who’d just dragged himself out of bed to tell some loud neighbors to pipe down.Underneath? My Lycan aura was bleeding into the foyer in suffocating, invisible waves. The air felt thick, heavy as fuck, the ambient temperature dropping with every second this old bastard kept flapping his gums.To my left and right, Mateo and Oreo had their arms crossed over their chests, leaning against the pillars with synchronized expressions of boredom. They looked like bouncers outside a cheap club, just waiting for somebody to trip so they could rip the four armored council arbiters to absolute ribbons. Kracker was still perched high up on the exterior balustrade outside the double doors, blowing obnoxious pink bubbles around her gum, her rifle resting

Alfonso's POVCassian looked like he was thirty seconds away from a vein-popping stroke.His face had gone a mottled shade of bruised purple, his jaw twitching so violently I thought his dentures might rattle loose. He clutched Callisto's printout like a live grenade, his knuckles trembling with impotent rage. The man had spent forty years playing political chess in the High Tribunal, and he'd just been checked in three moves by a barefoot mob boss and a cranky clan doctor."This isn't over, Alfonso," Cassian hissed, his voice trembling as he backed toward the open doorway. "You think you can play games with ancient bloodlines? We will reconvene the moment the full blood moon arrives. If that human fails to carry... if that womb is barren... I will personally strip your house down to the studs!""You're welcome to try," I said, lazily scratching my jaw. "Mind the steps on your way out. They're slick this time of year. Old men break hips."Callisto, still parked beside me, didn't look

Alfonso's POVThe smell of gun oil was usually enough to clear my head, but today it wasn't doing shit.I leaned over the workbench in the armory, dragging a patch down the barrel of a rifle while Mateo tapped through satellite maps on his tablet. The screens threw blue light across the vests, rifles, and crates of ammo stacked along the walls. I hadn't slept. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw Ivy standing on that balcony with her hands gripping the rail, waiting for me to give her a reason to jump."The southern border is quiet for now," Mateo said, zooming in on the coastal gate where Cassian's convoy had left three hours ago. "Seraphina threw two suitcases at the gate guard before she got in the car, by the way. Said she'd have him flogged in public once her uncle takes the high seat."I snorted and set the rifle part down with a clatter. "Let her scream at the trees. What about Cassian?"Mateo's jaw tightened. He leaned against the bench and crossed his arms. "That's the problem. H