Todos los capítulos de The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

POV: WolfyLove was a chemical defect. Jealousy was a tactical error.I sat in my quarters, staring at the holographic display of the unit's cohesion metrics. The lines were plummeting. The destruction of the dining table in the common room—an antique oak piece, highly inefficient to replace—was merely a symptom of a catastrophic structural failure in the Vanguard’s hierarchy."Inefficient," I murmured. Tapping the screen to clear the red warning lights. Beep.Biological imperatives were messy. Barzil was acting on Alpha instinct—possess and protect. Viggo was acting on abandonment trauma—cling and defend. Both were valid psychological responses to a high-value asset like Neoma, but when combined in a confined space, the result was volatile.If they continued to fight over the Asset, the unit would fracture. If the unit fractured, we would be vulnerable to the Ensi Council. If we were vulnerable, we would die.Therefore, the binary choice of Him or Him was flawed. The equation require

POV: NeomaOne heart. Four chambers. It made terrifying sense.I sat on the edge of my bed in Room 304. The silence of the room pressed against my eardrums like physical weight. Outside, the Academy was rebuilding. Inside, I was trying to deconstruct the architecture of my own soul.Guller’s meditation circle had broken something in the air between us. I had felt it—the sudden shift from jagged, competing tension to a hum of unified purpose. I felt it through the Bind. A warm, golden resonance that tasted of sage and surrender.But feeling it and accepting it were two different things.I looked at my hands. They were small, scarred, and stained with the invisible ink of a thousand crimes committed for survival.Choose, the Citadel whispered. One mate. One master. One path.I closed my eyes. I tried to obey the whisper. I tried to subtract.If I chose Barzil... I gained the mountain. I gained the shield that took the lash for me. I gained a love that felt like gravity—constant, crushin

POV: NeomaWaking up in a tangle of limbs was warmer than any heating unit in the Citadel.In the Dregs, waking up warm usually meant you were running a fever or sleeping next to a fire that was about to burn your shelter down. But here, in the dim light of Room 304, it meant safety.I shifted slightly. Trying to free my left arm. It was pinned under a massive, muscular weight. Viggo. The Berserker was sprawled across the bottom half of the mattress. His arm thrown over my legs like a heavy log. Snoring softly. Rrrrhhh.Behind me, a solid wall of heat radiated from Barzil. He slept on his side, his back to the wall—guarding the blind spot even in his dreams—with one hand resting protectively on my hip. His fingers twitched against my skin.I didn't move to wake them. I just lay there. Listening to the synchronized rhythm of their breathing. It was a new music. A symphony of monsters who had decided to be a family.Wolfy wasn't in the bed—he claimed the mattress density was suboptimal

POV: NeomaIt started as a hum in my bones.Not the familiar, hungry vacuum of the Void, nor the comforting thrum of the Pack Bond. This was a vibration. A low-frequency resonance that felt like a cello string being plucked inside my marrow. Vumm. Vumm.It rattled my teeth. It made my vision blur at the edges, turning the grey interior of the transport into a smear of static."Neoma?" Viggo’s voice sounded underwater. Muffled. "You smell... hot. Silver hot."I tried to answer. My tongue felt heavy. Swollen with a metallic taste. Like sucking on a penny. I leaned forward. Gripping my knees. The nanoweave suit felt too tight. Constricting a chest that was expanding with pressure."I'm... fine," I gasped. "Just... turbulence.""We aren't moving that fast," Wolfy noted from the navigation console. "Airspeed is stable. Atmospheric density is consistent."But the air wasn't stable. Not to me.Outside the thick glass of the viewport, the Bone Wastes rushed by—a blur of white salt flats and j

POV: NeomaThe horizon wasn't empty. It was broken.Through the viewport of the transport, the Bone Wastes stretched out like a bleached skeleton.White salt flats interrupted only by jagged protrusions of black rock that looked like broken teeth. But ahead of us, rising from the desolation, was something that didn't belong to the natural world.It wasn't a ruin. It was a needle.A spire of matte-black metal pierced the sky. Untouched by the rust and decay that had eaten the rest of the old world. It hummed with a frequency that vibrated in my teeth. Zzzzzzt. A song that pulled at the fishhook in my gut. Tugging. Tearing."Onyx Guard perimeter is holding at the base," Wolfy murmured. Scanning the sensors. "They haven't breached. The doors are sealed.""They don't have the key," I whispered. The realization settled cold in my stomach. A lump of ice. "I do."Barzil set the transport down in the shadow of a ridge. Hidden from the Guard's patrols. We moved out on foot. The wind whipped ou