Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forbidden Omega: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

WrenThe dark is total.I hear everything and see nothing. Boards cracking. Claws on wood. Someone screaming in the loft, cut off mid-breath. Kellan's voice, rough and low, barking a name. The splash of a body hitting the lake. And under it all, so close I feel it against my teeth, Bron's strangled gasp.Something heavy crashes into the wall beside me. A guard, thrown clear across the boathouse, slides down the planks and doesn't get up. A huge gray wolf lands in front of him, snarling. Kellan. Blood runs down his flank, and his eyes find mine for half a heartbeat before he whirls away.Another wolf sails over the boat cradle. Russet and enormous. Ronan. He hits a man in the chest and they go down in a tangle of snapping jaws.The treeline team has arrived.The noise is deafening. But none of it matters, because I still can't see Bron."Bron!"I can't see him. But the bond shows me. It lights up in my chest like a flare, a brig

WrenAida doesn't speak for the first ten minutes of the drive.She sits between Bron and me in the back of Ronan's truck, a blanket around her shoulders, her silver hair loose and tangled. The headlights sweep over the pines. Every few seconds her hand drifts up to her throat, to the place where the silver thread used to sit, and falls away again.I want to say something. I've wanted to say something since the boathouse. But every sentence in my head sounds either too small or too enormous."You carried me out of a fire," I say finally.Aida closes her eyes."You were so light." Her voice is hoarse. "I remember thinking you weighed less than a lamb. I'd run four miles with you inside my coat. Your hands were frozen. You kept pulling at my hair.""Why didn't you keep me?""Because I was twenty-five and terrified and already married to the man who'd just murdered my sister." She says it quietly, flatly, without any heat. "Becaus

WrenThe lake goes dark, and I scream his name.It doesn't sound like mine. It tears out of me raw and wordless, and then I'm running, gravel skidding under my boots, hands reaching for the water where Bron just was. Two arms lock around my waist and haul me back."No!" Kellan's voice, hoarse in my ear. "Luna, no! Look at it!"I look.The surface is black and flat as a sheet of oil. No ripples. No glow. No stones burning far below. Nothing at all. Forty wolves stand along the shore with their muzzles lifted, and not one of them makes a sound."Let go of me.""I can't.""Kellan, he's in there!""I know." His arms shake. "I know he is. And if you go in after him, I lose you both.""Wren," Vesper says in my head, sharp and steady. "Stop fighting him. Feel the bond.""I can't feel anything," I say. My voice cracks. "It's gone quiet. Vesper, it's gone.""It's not gone. Stop screaming and listen."

WrenI'm still in here.That's the first thing I know. My mouth is open. My throat is moving. A strange, dry, beautiful voice is pouring out of me and filling the chamber, and I can't stop it. But I'm still in here. I can feel my own fingers curled against my collarbone. I can feel the cold black glass under my knees.I just can't make any of it do what I tell it."Wren." Vesper's voice, tight and fast. "Don't panic. Panic is a door.""I'm not panicking," I say. "I'm having a very calm, very reasonable scream.""Good. Keep it inside.""It's not mine, Vesper. The voice. It's using me like a pipe.""I know. I can feel it. Whatever's singing is sitting on your tongue and pushing.""Can you shove it off?""Working on it."The verse swells. It isn't words, not really. It's a long rising shape of sound that curls around the pillars and loops through the ring of silver script, each note setting another line aflame

WrenFaith.That's the word. I know it before I know my own mouth has said it. It sits on my tongue like a coin, warm and heavy and gold, and the second it leaves me the whole chamber goes black.No pillars. No light. No glass under my knees. Only Bron's arms locked around me and his heart slamming against my back, and somewhere in the dark a woman laughing softly."Wren?" he whispers."I'm here.""What did you say?""I don't know." My voice shakes. "I don't know what I said.""You do," Vesper says in my head. She sounds stunned. "Wren. You said your name.""My name's Wren.""No." A pause. "It never was."I press my hand to my mouth. My lips are tingling, the way they do after a long cold run. Faith. It's a plain word. A small one. It feels like a door I've walked past a thousand times and never once tried the handle."Thank you," says the thing in the dark.The voice