Todos os capítulos de Mated to two rival alphas : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Eric's Regret ERIC It was already long after the last of the guests had gone when I eventually made my way out of the main hall. The servants remained as they slowly cleared the very last tables in the room. It appeared no one had remembered to turn down the music because someone had done that and turned it off altogether. The only thing that could be heard now was the sound of a glass being clinked very rarely and the low murmur that would come from a group of people working together in the kitchen wing. I went all the way down the corridor of the main building that faced the east side until finally I reached the small terrace which provided a view over the training ground below. I stood with both of my hands resting on the cold stone of the railing, and I looked for a very long time down the empty spot on the field. The memory arrived without permission. Sherry was the center of attention at the hall a year ago, with the pale blue dress that she had selected, thinking

The First CrackERICShe was already several steps ahead when I found my voice again.“Sherry.”She stopped but did not turn fully. The morning light caught the edge of her profile. She waited, giving me the chance to use the remaining distance or waste it.I closed the space between us until I stood near enough to speak without raising my voice. The courtyard was still empty. The sounds of the pack house continued around us without interest in the two people standing near the low stone wall.“Do you hate me?”The question came out quieter than I intended. I had not planned to ask it. The words simply arrived once the larger apology had already been delivered and found insufficient.Sherry turned the rest of the way. Her expression remained composed. There was no flash of old pain, no defensive edge, no satisfaction at hearing the vulnerability in the question. She looked at me the way someone looks at a fact that no longer requires emotional effort.“No,” she said.The single word sh

The Morning After SherryThe sunlight slipped under the curtains half drawn, but open enough. I lay there and listened and felt, heard the house breathe. A cabinet door closed downstairs, a chair dragged... ordinary sounds of a morning after a long night. I sat up. The already worn dress from the party rested on the back of the chair, the fabric still crumpled from when I had worn it. The shoes rested in the corner by the door, each one tipped on its side. I pushed the strands of hair out of my eyes and stood. The floor was cool beneath my feet.Memory returned in pieces.Adrian’s hand at my waist during the dance. The way he looked at me when he said I had become difficult to ignore. Jax’s voice later, lower, cutting through the music with something that felt less like conversation and more like assessment. Eric’s face across the room, the set of his jaw when Jax interrupted. Viktor’s quiet warning in the hallway, the weight of it still sitting somewhere behind my ribs.I moved

The Protector SHERRYThe dining hall was half full by the time I came down from washing off the training dust. Late lunch. The kind of meal that happened in shifts once the morning rotations ended. Platters of roasted chicken, bread, and the usual heavy sides sat along the center table. Conversation moved in low clusters.I took a plate and found an open space near the end. Mia was still upstairs. A few of the younger warriors nodded when I sat. Most of the older ones kept their attention on their food.I had just started eating when a voice carried from the middle of the table.“Convenient timing,” Brennan said.Brennan was a mid-rank fighter, solid enough on patrols, known for talking more than he needed to once he had an audience. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the two men across from him, but his voice was pitched to travel.“She spends a year gone, comes back looking different, and suddenly two Alphas can’t keep their eyes off her. Makes you wonder how much of the new

Adrian's Interest SHERRYThe letter arrived in the late morning, delivered by a Silver Hollow courier who waited at the secondary gate and refused to enter the main hall.The envelope was thick, sealed with dark wax. The handwriting inside was precise and controlled.*Sherry,**I request the pleasure of your company this afternoon. A car will arrive at the east gate at three. A dress has been sent ahead for your use if you choose to accept. The location is private and remains within reach of your brother’s patrols. You may decline without consequence.**Adrian Blackwood*The dress came twenty minutes later in a long box. Deep green silk, clean lines, expensive without needing decoration. It fit as if someone had taken my measurements without ever asking.I stood in my room for a long time holding the letter.I could have refused.I did not.At three o’clock the black car was already waiting at the east gate. The driver opened the rear door without speaking. I got in.The drive was