Todos os capítulos de The She Alpha Forbidden Mate: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

My ears perked up at the mention of this, "Mundonile", I muttered, Father nodded and continued, "Yes, Mundonile, Legend says it has the pure essence of the moon goddess herself, Agatha said if we could find it, then your mother could be healed and she will be able to conceive", Father paused again, he took in deep breaths and continued, " On hearing this news I was overjoyed along with the pack, I sent wolves out to find it but our efforts were fruitless, I went to all the clans on the search of it but still no good news, worry gripped me I thought maybe the flower is just a legend after all in the past decades no one has ever seen or used it, I started to lose hope, just then I realized I have searched the whole of the supernatural realm but not the mortal world, so I went to the mortal world and I found leads to the flower, the Hunter Family, Mundonile is their Family Heirloom, passed down from generations to generations ". My eyes widened in shock on hearing this, "Hunter Family?!

"Oh, what would I do without you?" I asked, shaking my head, the faintest trace of amusement in my voice. Claudio grinned, his confidence shining through as he replied without missing a beat, "Nothing." I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breaking through the lingering tension like sunlight piercing through storm clouds. He joined in, his deep chuckle blending with mine, and for a moment, the heaviness of everything we faced felt a little more bearable. "You’re insufferable," I said, still smiling. "And yet, you’d be lost without me," he teased, his tone light but his gaze warm and steady. I rolled my eyes, but my smile didn’t falter. "I hate that you’re right." "Get used to it," he said with a wink, leaning back against the nearby tree. As the moon continued to cast its soft glow over us, I realized that no matter how hard the road ahead would be, I would always have Claudio by my side. I silently thanked the Moon Goddess for our friendship. But then, a prickle of une

My heart dropped again at my own words, the weight of them crashing down on me like a tidal wave. The darkness pressed in, thick and suffocating, wrapping around me like an old, cruel companion I had hoped to never meet again. It was the same as before! the endless void, the familiar feeling of weakness and helplessness. My body froze, unresponsive, while my mind spiralled into a panic. "My lady!" Ruby's voice broke through the oppressive silence, sharp and filled with worry. I could hear her footsteps rushing toward me, the faint sound of paper rustling as the writing materials were pushed aside. My trembling hands rose to my face, my fingers brushing over my eyes. I blinked once, twice but the darkness remained. My chest tightened painfully as dread clawed its way up my throat. "I… I don’t understand," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. My words trembled as much as my hands. Ruby knelt beside me, her hands gently cupping my shoulders as she shook me lightly, trying to d

ETHAN'S POV The clash of swords rang in my ears, but my mind wasn’t in the fight. Every movement, every swing, every parry felt hollow, mechanical. I could tell Valdemar, my sparring partner, was growing frustrated. His strikes became sharper, more precise as if he was daring me to retaliate with the ferocity I was known for. But I didn’t. My thoughts were elsewhere... on her. Selene. She has not replied to any of my letters. I sent so many, each carefully crafted yet desperate, hoping for some sign that she was okay. The silence gnawed at me like a huge rock was placed on my chest. “Crown Prince Ethan!” Valdemar’s sharp voice cut through the haze in my mind. His blade hovered a hair’s breadth from my chest. I hadn’t even registered his approach. My eyes narrowed, meeting his steely gaze. “What?” I snapped, my voice cold as ice. “You’re distracted,” he said bluntly, lowering his sword. “If this were a real fight, you’d be dead.” I sheathed my blade with a deliberate mot

Veins bulged along my arms and neck, their pulse erratic, as if liquid fire coursed through them. My breaths were shallow and ragged, each one a struggle against the growing weight pressing down on my chest. The transformation clawed at me, demanding control, but I refused to yield. My trembling hands gripped the desk like a lifeline, but even that began to splinter beneath my strength. “Not now,” I hissed, my voice low and desperate as I clenched my teeth against the pain. My vision blurred, the room warping as the migraine clawed deeper into my skull. It felt as though my head would split apart, the pressure building to unbearable levels. “Not now!” I growled again, more forcefully, my fangs fully extending, and my voice echoing with a monstrous undertone that wasn’t entirely my own. My fingers dug into the desk, carving grooves into the wood as I clung to the only anchor I had left: Selene. Her image burned in my mind, her smile, her voice, her scen... a fleeting reminder of s