Todos los capítulos de THE ALPHA'S WIFE IS NO LADY: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Thick, treacherous winds whipped violently around the jet-black glass cliffs of Obsidian Peak as Kaelen and his vanguard squad began their grueling ascent up the vertical rock face. The mountain rose like a massive, jagged spike of volcanic obsidian directly out of the roiling sea, its sheer surfaces polished as smooth as mirror glass by centuries of unrelenting salt spray and gale-force storms. Below them, the ocean smashed against the rocks with thunderous roars, spraying icy white foam high into the air, while above, heavy storm clouds swirled in a dark, suffocating vortex that obscured the stars.Every single step up the slick surface was a brutal battle against physical agony and twisted geometry. The gravity surrounding Obsidian Peak did not pull straight down toward the sea; instead, it warped, buckled, and shifted unnaturally every few moments, yanked by the invisible spatial tides of an ancient magical anomaly embedded deep within the mountain's core. One moment Kaelen felt a

The portal to the Source of All Magic was in our backyard the entire time?Damon's low, shocked voice vibrated against my shoulder, but I could barely process his words over the thunderous pounding of my own heart. I did not wait for an answer. I moved down the grand marble staircase leading to the private royal courtyard, my hands resting instinctively on my heavy stomach while Damon kept his arm wrapped securely around my waist to steady my every step. Kaelen and Julian flanked us with their swords drawn, their eyes scanning every shadow in the garden.The night air smelled of ozone, crushed petals, and a sudden, overwhelming fragrance of wild white roses, the exact scent my mother used to wear. It filled my lungs, warm and comforting, yet so sharp with memory that it made my throat tighten.We reached the edge of the Serena Memorial Fountain. The water had completely parted, leaving a dry, glass-like basin that revealed the ancient stone emblem carved into the center floor. The Mas

The warm, sacred waters of the spring had washed away every trace of my physical exhaustion, leaving my body filled with an intoxicating sense of boundless energy. Standing at the edge of the crystal pavilion, I looked toward the center of the floating world. Suspended in the sky above the central floating island was a massive, blinding sphere of pure white-gold energy.It was the Source of All Magic, the beating heart of all werewolf kind, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic hum that echoed directly inside my blood.This is it, I whispered softly, my hand resting over my stomach where our child slept peacefully, still glowing with a soft, protective blue light.Damon stepped up behind me, his heavy black cloak wrapped over his broad shoulders as he pulled me back against his chest. His dark aura swirled gently around us, warm, possessive, and completely synchronized with my Moonborn light. He slid his long fingers through mine, his grip firm and steady.We finish this together, Elara, Damo

Breathe, my love, Damon murmured, his deep voice vibrating straight into my bones as another violent contraction tore through my lower abdomen.I gripped his hands with every ounce of strength I had left, my fingernails digging deep into his palms. He did not flinch. Through our deep mate bond, his powerful shadow magic surged into my body, actively pulling half of the crushing physical strain away from my core and into his own frame. I could see the subtle tightness in his jaw, the sweat glistening on his temples as he willingly absorbed my pain, refusing to let me suffer alone.The massive glass balcony doors of the royal bedchamber were thrown wide open to the cool night. Beyond the terrace, the midnight sky was a breathtaking canvas of deep indigo, completely cleared of clouds and filled with a dazzling shower of shooting stars that streaked across the heavens.The celestial alignment is at its absolute peak, High Midwife Beatrice called out from the foot of the silk-draped bed, h

Is he magic like us? Serena chirped loudly, her big golden eyes wide with unbridled fascination as she stood on her tiptoes against the side of the grand nursery bed.Yes, sweet girl, I said softly, my voice filled with warmth as I leaned back against the plush velvet pillows. He is very magic. Come up here, both of you. But you must be very gentle.Leo did not need to be told twice. The four-year-old prince scrambled up onto the mattress with the agility of a young wolf, his small leather boots thudding against the silk duvet before he caught himself and dropped onto his knees. Serena followed right behind him, clutching her silk blanket as Damon carefully guided them toward the center of the bed.Careful, little ones, Damon growled softly, though his dark eyes melted with affection as he sat beside me, keeping one massive arm anchored behind my waist. Your brother is still very small. No sudden movements.Leo and Serena leaned over, their heads knocking together slightly as they ins