Todos los capítulos de Born to shine: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

🌘 Fenrir POV  She had planned something.   That much was obvious.   Arria had not refused Melanie by accident. She would have been useful. Faster. Stronger. Better at distraction.   Arria had refused her anyway.   She wanted only Milena—small, harmless, and obedient.   That said enough about her plan.

 🌘 Fenrir POV  “Alone.”

🌘 Fenrir POV She kissed me like she meant it. That did it. The last careful piece of restraint cracked. And I kissed her back. Not the way I wanted. Not hard and hungry. Not possessive. I kissed her like she was precious. Because she was. And I needed her to know it. To feel it. To never doubt it again. Her mouth opened softly beneath mine, uncertain and eager at the same time. Every pull drew a moan from her. She followed my lead. Answered my desire. Trusting. Innocent in all the ways that mattered. Too dangerous like this. Calling me closer without meaning to. Tempting. Seducing. And I— I was not strong enough. Her soft sounds burned every conscious thought down to one need. Her. My hand tightened at the back of her neck. She melted against me. I lost it. My mouth left hers. She inhaled sharply. I moved lower, along the edge of her jaw. Her head tipped back. Willing. My lips found the side of her neck. Her pulse jumped beneath my mouth. Fast. A

Unknown POV The seed I had planted in him when I first felt the call of his blood—my blood, however polluted—had stirred beneath the magic protecting him. After years of waiting, it was no longer small or fragile. It had rooted too deeply to miss the crack when it opened. The vines pushed before the seal could close. The fracture widened just enough for me to see what I needed—a torn piece of a moment. A forest. Branches. The cold bite of height. The sweet taste of fear tangled with something powerful enough to make the seal around him tremble. Then darkness closed over it, only for another fragment to surface moments later. Movement below. Figures moved between the trees, blurred by speed and distance. One was larger than the other two. Broad. Fast. Too controlled for a common wolf. An Alpha, most likely. The image slipped, then returned in a violent flash. A clean strike across the larger man’s jaw. His head turned with the force of it, and for one breath the vision went

🍃 Arria POV “May I look now?” a child’s voice broke through the moment. I pulled away from Alaric immediately and turned in his lap to see who was behind me. Martha stood still, holding Milena close, the girl’s face pressed against her stomach. My eyes widened. “You…” I looked back at Alaric, only to find him smirking at me. “Bye, mate,” he said, and retreated just like that. I was speechless. “Thank you, Martha,” Fenrir said, his voice controlled as usual—as if nothing had happened. He moved to stand with me still in his arms. “We’ll continue in my office,” he said, already starting toward the door. “You mean without me,” Milena pressed. Fenrir stopped mid-step but didn’t turn, so I could still see the room over his shoulder. “That’s right.” “I can help,” she said, not giving up. Her chin lifted. Her fragile little frame straightened, and somehow she looked older like this. “You refused before.” “Not to her.” Her eyes found mine. “To the Queen, I owe the truth.” Mi