Todos los capítulos de The Seven Heats: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“You may leave.”That was my clue.I jumped down from the table, the sharp corner digging into my back, but I didn’t care.I was desperate.Desperate to put as much distance between us as possible.I had barely taken a step when his voice stopped me. Quiet. Cold.“Not a soul is to know we are mates.”I gulped.My throat felt painfully tight.I nodded quickly.“Y-Yes, Alpha.”And then I turned around to dash out.The moment I pulled open the door, my body slammed into someone.I stumbled.My feet slipped beneath me.And the next second, my ass hit the floor.Hard.“Aghh—shit!”“Oh shit. I’m sorry. Are you alright?”I looked up to find an outstretched hand.Gulping, I looked higher.Concerned blue eyes stared down at me.I had seen him before. From a distance.Always moving through the castle.Leading.Managing.Giving orders.Kale Cummins.The Beta.For one desperate second, I considered taking his hand. I could use some help.My hand was already beginning to lift when I felt it.That

Dominicus’s POV I was being a bastard to her. I knew it. I simply didn't care. Every time I looked at her, something ugly stirred inside me. Not lust. Not tenderness. Rage. A deep, irrational fury that seemed to have been waiting for her long before I'd ever seen her face. For seven years, I'd imagined my mate. Seven years of wondering what she would look like. What her wolf would be like. What it would feel like when the Moon Goddess finally placed her in front of me. I had imagined a woman who would stand beside me and make me proud. A Queen. Strong. Disciplined. Beautiful. Instead, I got her. I seriously don’t even want to think about her. She was a bloody waste… of my time, my patience. A bloody joke. Nothing more. If she didn't respect herself enough to take care of her body and be fit. Why would I respect her? After she left, Anthros literally lost it. And that butterscotch and vanilla scent didn’t help. He upturned my entire office, just to go afte

**17 years ago.** **The Royal Palace.** A loud sound echoes through the halls. A showpiece shatters against the marble floor, followed by the violent scrape of a table being overturned. Then a scream. The little boy flinched at the sound, but he didn't move back.His fingers curled tightly around the edge of the door. His innocent eyes remained fixed on the scene in front of him. His father and mother were fighting. Again. And beside them lay a dead naked man. Blood. Too much blood. The metallic smell filled the room, thick enough to make his stomach twist. He didn't understand everything he was seeing. But he understood enough to know something terrible had happened. His grip on the door tightened until his little fingers hurt. “Such audacity! You dare to bring these bastards to our room? Don't you have any fucking shame?” His father, the Alpha King, stood over his mother, his chest heaving with rage. She barely wore anything, just a lingerie barely co

The dress was suffocating.That was all I could say.First, it was two sizes smaller than mine. And second? It was so small, so indecently small that it made me feel more exposed than covered.If I bowed, my bottom would flash. My blossoms would practically spill out of the neckline. Bright red in colour, the dress clung to my body as though it had been painted directly onto my skin.And the cloth… it was far too sheer.“I can’t… I can’t wear this.”I declared it while staring at my reflection in the mirror.It was too revealing. Too audacious. Too bold for someone like me, who had spent her entire life hiding beneath oversized T-shirts and baggy pants.Ray let out a slow puff of her cigarette and looked at me with the bored expression of someone who had already heard every possible objection. She was sitting on top of a table, one leg swinging lazily.“That’s the largest size we have, babe. Sorry, but you’ll have to adjust with that tonight.”“But why can’t I wear what I was wearing—

I couldn’t breathe.My vision was going hazy, the edges of everything around me dissolving into a trembling blur, and my fists were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Their voices kept echoing inside my mind, overlapping until they became one horrible, indistinguishable murmur.And then there was that man’s stare.I felt disgusted.His eyes…They were everywhere.Watching. Measuring. Crawling over me like invisible fingers.Derek seemed to notice it because he slowly leaned in, his voice barely more than a whisper against my ear.“Just hold on a little longer, piggy.”I nodded.Only to realise my entire body was literally trembling.I could do anything—anything—to be away from this room.Away from these people.Away from those eyes.The only voice I could concentrate on was my father’s, and, to be honest, I felt nothing for him except disgust.I couldn’t believe my momma waited for a man like him.He never deserved her.Images of her lying on her deathbed, waiting fo