Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forbidden Wolf-less Mate : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

CELIAMy healing powers dwindled day by day, my thinking process rivaled that of an Alpha because he was still on my mind, questions crossed my thoughts as to why he hadn’t come to take me, as to why he hadn’t thought of coming to see me now that there were no longer restrictions, it made no sense to me, since now I was getting more anxious because of my child.The traders had brought that rumor three days ago too. Human doctor found on East ridge. Three hunter arrows to the chest. No foul play. And every rogue in the village knew what that meant when Hana was the only human doctor who would treat rogues and sign a pack autopsy.Varric had not let me see her body. He said it was not for carrying mothers to see.So now when I tried to heal, Lydia did not come forward. She stayed curled, tight and low, around the tiny flutter that had gotten stronger."You need to have more berries," Lara urged as I sat beside her, eyes puffing and body bloated on all sides. My ankles had disappeared ye

CELIATHREE YEARS LATER“Stop running master Nicholas..” Dila yelled at the top of her lungs. “You’ll fall if you keep running”“I want to see mommy” he answered.“I’m right here” I chuckled softly, reaching down and picking him up from the ground. “Oh you’ve gotten bigger my baby boy” I snuggled against the plumpness of his cheeks.“My apologies queen Celia” Dila muttered with her head to the ground. “I tried to stop him”“It’s fine, and how many times have I told you to drop the queen, just Celia is fine” I said, for almost the billionth time.“I wouldn’t dare..”“Please lift your head and just call me Celia..” I insisted. “It is law that you are queen, why try to deny your title?” Varric asked, his low baritone giving me greater comfort than I’d realized.“Please, excuse you my queen” Dila said even after my warnings.“I guess I can’t help it..” I chuckled “Greet the chief Nick” I said to my son as he held the neckline of my dress with such vigor that one would think I’d leave him

RONANThree years, it had been thirty six full months.I kept saying it in my head while I stared at the clock. Three years since the bell rang for my father. Three years since I signed that paper and they put the crown on my head. Three years since I tried to reach her through the bond and got nothing but white silence.It felt fast and slow at the same time. Fast because the pack meetings never stopped, the ledgers never stopped, the traders never stopped coming with complaints about the South line. Slow because I live in my own world now. A world where the office is my house and the house is my prison.Celia and I know nothing of one another anymore. That is the truth. I do not know if she is alive at the line or if she left the rogue village. She does not know I am still looking for who killed my father. We are nothing to each other on paper. The council says she is gone, presumed dead. The rogues say nothing to North.But I still think about her every hour. I thought about her wh

CELIAHe did not scream on the way down. That was the worst part.He was ten feet up, maybe twelve, the height of the old watch platform we built for the festival lights. Wood and rope and lanterns. He hit the edge of a barrel on the way down, then the hard packed dirt.The black cup shattered in my hands. I did not feel the cuts."NICHOLAS!"I was on the ground before anyone else. Varric was shouting, Lara was screaming, but I was already there, pulling him into my lap.Blood. So much blood from his head, from his mouth, from his little nose. His eyes were half open but not seeing me. His leg bent wrong under him. His breathing was a wet, broken rattle."Nick! Baby, baby look at mama! Look at mama!"I put both hands on his chest. "Heal, heal, heal!" I begged with tears trickling down my cheeks like a flooding stream.Lydia surged forward, so fast it burned my ribs. Gold light burst from my palms, brighter than it had been in three years. For a second I thought it worked. For a second

RONANFor three years I thought she was dead.I told myself that every morning at five when I walked to the black rocks and looked at the South line even though Magnus said no patrol saw a body. I told myself that when the bond went white cold silence and I pushed until my nose bled and got nothing. I told myself that when Victoria whispered, "I will send someone to the line to finish what Theo started if you don't sign," and I signed Ella's name because I was scared they would find Celia and kill her for real.I signed. I let them call her Luna. I never touched her. I never marked her and every night, I longed for her.Not the polite longing they allow Alphas. The ugly kind. I kept her photo under my pillow until the edges tore. I kept the sweater she left in the kitchen house and I would hold it when Ella was downstairs wearing her sweater trying to be her. I would go to the river and howl until my throat bled and no one answered. I would press my palm to my chest where the thread u