Todos los capítulos de The Hidden Princess and Her Enemy Alpha: Capítulo 361 - Capítulo 370

Amelia’s POVThe Alphas moved in on Julian with their weapons raised, and my wolf jumped between them and him.‘Get away from him,’ I growled through the mind link. ‘Don’t touch him.’“It’s... okay... it’s okay, Amelia,” Julian managed to say as he fought the infection.The Alphas continued closing in, weapons at the ready, their eyes fixed on Julian as though he were already a monster. They had watched bitten warriors turn into mindless beasts all night, and now the Alpha King was changing before their very eyes. Every instinct told them to put him down before it was too late.But my wolf had only one instinct.Protect Julian, no matter what.“Amelia,” Damian’s voice broke through, rough and tense. He pushed through the crowd, still covered in Zarek’s blood. “The toxin’s in him. His eyes are turning red. Any second now, he’ll lose control, and you’ll be the first he goes after. Step back. Julian wouldn’t want this. Please.”‘No,’ I growled through the bond. ‘There has to be something

Amelia’s POVNadia spent two hours examining Julian after we got him to the hospital. She drew his blood, ran tests, then did it all again, and once more, staying quiet until she was certain. Julian never complained, which told me he was still scared, even if he looked calm.When she finally stood up, she pulled off her gloves and looked at him, then at me."The toxin is gone. There’s not a trace left. I checked three times,” Nadia finally said.“Thank the Moon Goddess,” I sighed in relief."But that hour with it in his body did some damage,” Nadia continued, and the relief I felt vanished. Nadia noticed. “Don’t look like that, Amelia. Julian will recover. It will take weeks, maybe a month if he doesn’t rest properly.”"Weeks?" Julian repeated."Yep, weeks. You’ll have to take it slow. I’ll be right here making sure you don’t try to overdo it."After everything that happened today, slowing down felt like a relief.“Then, can I actually get into the bed instead of the stretcher?” Julia

Amelia’s POV“Are you tired?” Damian asked. “Because you look tired.”I laughed. "You're the one who looks exhausted."He smirked, tracing circles on my arm. "That's because you're cheating with Moonfire.”"I am ready. I want to show you everything I can do. Or maybe you need a break?" I teased, arching up so he could slide against me."You're insatiable."I kissed his collarbone, then murmured, "If it gets to be too much, say so."“That sounds like something I would say,” Damian laughed.“I’m serious,” I said. “This is my first time using it like this.”Damian kissed me before he pressed his forehead against mine. "Don't hold back. I want all of you."With a quick movement, I took control, and he was below me. He looked at me like he couldn’t get enough. I called on Moonfire again. It filled me until I could barely tell where I ended and the magic began.“Your eyes,” Damian said. “They’re glowing.”I kissed him, letting Moonfire pour into him."Goddess, what is that?" he moaned into m

Amelia’s POVNadia’s smile faltered at the word party."Julian can go home," she said, "but he still needs to recover. If you throw a full-blown party, everyone there, music until dawn, he won’t get the rest he needs."“This isn’t going to hurt me,” Julian said. “If anything, it’ll help. We’ve all been tense for so long because of the Rogue King and Morgana. Everyone needs a break, myself included.”“You,” Nadia said, “need to sit in a chair and behave.”“I can celebrate from a chair,” Julian compromised.She looked at him a moment longer, then sighed, the fight going out of her. “Fine. One night. But he stays seated, and he leaves when I say he leaves.”“Done,” I said before she could add more conditions. “And you two don’t lift a finger for any of it. Damian and I will handle everything, from start to finish. All you have to do is show up at seven tomorrow night and let everyone celebrate you’re both still alive, and Silverclaw will have a new heir.”That finally melted the rest of

Amelia’s POVI didn’t really believe it was real until Damian opened the first barrel. As soon as he did, the smell struck me right away, thick and heady, curling in the air like a breathing thing. There was no doubt this was my father’s wine. This wasn’t like the new batch we made yesterday. This was the real Rosefall, rich and warm, full of roses and something deeper, earthy and almost sweet. The smell lingered in my nose. For a second, I felt like a child again, standing next to my dad, helping him with the barrels. Damian poured two cups, gave me one, and we tried it together.I couldn’t say a word. This was my father’s wine, no doubt about it. Years in storage hadn’t spoiled it. If anything, it tasted even better, just like he always said. It grew richer as time passed.“That’s it,” I finally said. “It’s my father’s. He really did save some for us. He must have sealed that room and never got the chance to tell us about it.”‘He would have wanted us to use it for the party,’ my