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Chapter 137 - Brothers in memory
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2025-10-25 07:00:35The scent of roasted herbs still lingered in the corridors long after the Alpha King left the
kitchens. Word had already spread like wildfire: Elder Darius — the great Alpha King, the man
whose very hands never touched anything less than blood and steel — had cooked with his own
hands for Lyra.
Not for the pack. Not for the warriors.
For her.
The moment the whispers reached Celina’s chamber, she felt her body turn to ice, then burn in a
sudden fever. She clutched her baby so tightly against her chest that he squirmed and cried, but
she didn’t loosen her hold. She rocked back and forth on the bed, hair wild around her face, nails
digging into her own skin as if the pain could keep her sane.
“No…” she whispered hoarsely. “No, no, no…”
Her voice rose to a scream, making the child wail louder.
“S
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