Todos los capítulos de Heart of the Wolf Queen: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Veyra arrived at the Silvermoon pack just as the sun dipped low, bathing the land in a soft amber glow.The pack was beautiful there was no denying that.Stone houses lined winding paths instead of paved roads, their walls etched with ancient symbols meant for protection and prosperity. Lanterns glowed warmly, hung from wooden posts and balconies rather than powered by modern lights. Everything about the place felt preserved, untouched by time.Old-fashioned, but it still thrivedIt was one of the few packs that had power although not as powerful as the shadowfang pack but it still had power.And this was where Selene grew up.Veyra looked around before taking a step forward, the two wolves behind her following her steps, they walked for quite some time before they got to the pack house.Someone on was already there to welcome them. Someone was already there to welcome them. The Beta of Silvermoon pack“Welocme” the man said “My name is Beta Maxwell, second beta to the Alpha. Alpha D

The feast did not end with a bang.The Laughter returned after the Alpha’s explanation, as if the pack collectively decided not to look too closely at the moment their leader had nearly lost control. Music resumed, slightly off-tempo at first, then smoothing itself out. Glasses were raised. Jokes were thrown around and a peaceful chaos ensued.Veyra felt it pressing in from all sides.She returned to her seat without hurry, conscious of the weight of eyes sliding away from her the moment she noticed them. She picked up her fork and resumed eating, though the flavors were duller now, muted by the tension still humming beneath her skin.Across the hall, Alpha Garrick had not sat back down.He stood near the dais, posture rigid, one hand wrapped too tightly around his glass. He felt the need to punch something but didn’t want to loose his composure it was as though something had been dragged up from a place he’d spent years burying.

Morning crept gently over Shadow fang.Soft light filtered through the curtains, warming the room in quiet shades of gold. Selene stirred first, blinking slowly as awareness returned to her. For a moment, she simply lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of breathing beside her, to the distant sounds of the pack, to the deep, comforting hum of life beyond the walls.Damien’s arm was draped securely around her waist, his presence solid and familiar. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and allowed herself a small smile. Nights like the one before were rare gifts moments where the world fell silent enough for them to just exist as two people, not Alpha and Luna, not symbols of power, but mates.She turned her head, studying his face in the soft morning light. Even when he was sleeping he looked breathtaking. It made her heart beat fast falling in love with him again and again“You’re staring,” Damien murmured, eyes still closed.Selene laughed softly. “How long were you awa

The afternoon sun filtered through the wide canopy of a large ancient tree, its thick branches stretching far enough to cast shade over half the clearing. Beneath it, Damien sat with his back against the trunk, legs stretched out comfortably. Selene rested beside him, leaning into his shoulder, her fingers absently cutting up the leaves in the grass.In front of them, life unfolded gently.Pups tumbled over one another in clumsy play, their laughter ringing through the air as a few older wolves chased them around, pretending to be fierce. Nearby, pack members talked in small groups, relaxed and unguarded.Selene watched it all quietly for a long moment.“I want pups.”Damien blinked recovering from his earlier thoughts. “Huh?”She turned her head to look at him, eyes calm “I said, I want pups.”He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face before letting out a quiet sigh. “I know,” he said at last. “Me too.”She waited, knowing there was more.“But there are things we still need to

The morning air in Silvermoon carried the soft scent of wild jasmine and damp earth, drifting lazily through the open balcony doors of Veyra’s chamber. Steam curled from the bathing room, and a gentle humming sound floated with it low, melodic, almost haunting.Veyra stood beneath the stream of warm water, eyes half-closed, fingertips gliding slowly along her arm as she traced invisible patterns on her skin. The tune she hummed had no words. It never did. It was something old. Something she had known long before this life, before these schemes, before obsession and rivalry and wolves and thrones. The sound filled the quiet room like silk brushing against stone.A knock sounded, she paused a bit then continued.The door creaked open anyway. A servant stepped inside, bowing immediately, eyes lowered.“My lady forgive me for entering. Alpha Garrick requests your presence at breakfast. He wishes to speak with you.”Veyra’s hummi