Todos los capítulos de REBORN AS THE ALPHA KING'S FATED MATE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Drink up, rat,” said a maid with a tray. “Celeste sent you tea. She says you’re too thin to work tonight.”Lyra looked at the steaming cup. Then she looked at the maid.The girl was smiling too hard.“How kind,” Lyra said. She lifted the cup and sniffed.Bitter almond. Under the honey, under the herbs. The same bitter taste that had burned her throat an hour ago, in another life.Do not drink it, Ember hissed.I am not stupid, Lyra thought. Out loud she said, “You first.”The maid went pale. “What?”“Taste it. Celeste is so generous, she would not mind if you tried a sip.” Lyra held out the cup. “Go on. It’s only tea.”“I… I’m not thirsty.”“Then why are you shaking?”Mara appeared at Lyra’s elbow with a dish towel over her shoulder. “Tilda, is everything all right?”Tilda backed up a step. The tray rattled. “It’s nothing! Celeste told me to bring it. That is all I know!”“Then you will not mind telling Cook what Celeste told you,” said Lyra, “and what is in this cup.”Tilda burst in

“Lyra, put your head down!” Mara hissed.Lyra could not. Her eyes were locked on the King. Her whole body burned.Kael Draven was exactly as Ember had described. Six foot four. Black coat. Dark hair falling over a pale, hard face. A jaw sharp enough to cut paper.And his eyes. Silver. Cold. Searching.They swept across the courtyard like a blade, passing over hundreds of bowed heads.They passed over her.Wait, Lyra thought. Wait, look back.They did not stop.What? said Ember, stunned. He did not feel it?Feel what?The bond! It is screaming inside me! It should be screaming inside him!Lyra stared as the King walked past, five feet from her, close enough to smell pine and cold rain. His shoulder brushed the air beside her.Nothing. Not a flicker.Fated mates, said Ember slowly, are supposed to know each other at once. Instantly. Like lightning. But I have been locked away so long that my scent is buried under his. He is feeling something. He cannot find where it comes from.So he is

“Forty barrels paid for. Twenty-five delivered,” Lyra whispered. “Mara, where did the other fifteen go?”Mara looked up from the storeroom floor, where she was sitting with a candle and a half-eaten pie. “Down a very large steward’s throat?”“Pike is thin.”“Then he has a very large wagon.”Lyra laughed under her breath. She sat on a barrel with her charcoal and a plank of wood and went through the numbers one more time.It was just past midnight. The pack slept. The King slept. Even the wolves had finally stopped howling.But the numbers did not sleep. They screamed.Flour. Salted meat. Honey. Butter. Silver.Silver? said Ember.The Alpha’s treasury list. Hadley Pike writes the receipts. Last month, he marked three chests of silver as sent to the northern forts. Lyra tapped the plank. There are no northern forts that need silver.Maybe he is paying warriors.Then why does every warrior in this pack own a rusted sword?Ember growled thoughtfully.“Mara,” Lyra whispered. “Do you hear t

The bolt scraped, and the iron door groaned open.Lyra pressed herself against the wall in the dark. A single torch flickered at the top of the stairs. A big, broad shape came down, one slow step at a time.Garrick.He held a long knife in his right hand. He was grinning.“Hello, wolfless,” he said. “Heard you wanted to see me.”“Not particularly.”“My cousin says you are a problem.” He tapped the blade against his palm. “Pike says you are a danger. I say you are a very small girl in a very big hole.”Lyra’s mind raced. Distance, six feet. Weapon, knife. Exit, blocked.You cannot fight him, said Ember.I know.Then—I am going to do what I do best. She raised her chin. I am going to negotiate.“Garrick,” she said calmly. “How much is Pike paying you?”His grin faltered. “What?”“A hundred silver? Two hundred? I would guess fifty.” She tilted her head. “You are the Alpha’s nephew. You will not be Alpha. You have no title. Pike knows that you are desperate. So he gave you a cheap deal.”

“Get down!” Kael roared.He shoved Lyra and Mara to the floor of the carriage as something heavy slammed into the roof. Wood splintered. Horses screamed. Outside, a howl rose, long and wild, and then dozens more answered it.“What is happening?” Mara shrieked.“Rogues,” said Kael. His eyes flashed silver. “Stay down. Both of you.”Ten minutes earlier, the morning had been peaceful.They had left Silverfang at dawn. The pack stood in silent rows as the royal carriage rolled out the gate. Nobody cheered. Nobody dared to speak. Lyra watched Brannock’s pale, furious face in the window until it disappeared.Priestess, she had thought. Moon Priestess. My mother.“Do you know what he meant?” she had asked Kael. “About the Council? About my mother?”“No.”“You do not know who she was?”“I know she was a healer,” said Kael. “I know she died when you were seven. I know the Council of Alphas fears something old and powerful, and that Brannock wants me to be afraid of it too.” He looked at her. “