เข้าสู่ระบบZANEI freeze as blue flames lick violently around the wooden blocks. Not orange. Not red.Blue.Bloody blue fire.My entire body goes rigid.What the hell?I stare at the child. Then the toys. Then the child again. Charlie simply sits there, looking at her burning tower with enormous blue eyes.She doesn't scream or cry, simply reaches for another block.My head snaps towards the others, yet no one moves. Alex and Lyra talk, while Nova casually reaches for her drink.No one grabs the child or throws a blanket over the flames. No one even looks remotely concerned.My gaze returns to the toddler. The flames dance around her tiny hands as she picks up yet another damn block.Just as I’m about to jump and snatch her up, her father sighs and moves to pick the girl up. The flames die instantaneously as she looks at Alex and lets out the sweetest little giggle.“Still happening, huh?” Lyra asks beside me and I whip my head to look at her. Alex sits down with the child in his lap, and Nov
ZANENova freezes at Lyra’s words.Her eyes flick from her sister… to me… to the blood still running down my chest… and something in her expression cracks. It is not much, barely noticeable in fact, but it is enough to give pause. Alex places an arm around her waist, murmuring something low into her ear. She snarls, because of course she does, but she does not fight him.Talia steps forward with her palms up. “Okay, how about we all put our claws away.”Nova shoots her a glare that could kill twelve grown men, but Talia just pats her gently, seemingly unfazed. That is Beta female privilege, apparently.Lyra stays in front of me, her shoulders squared, and her jaw set. She is still breathing hard, adamantly protecting me.Gods, Lyra is protecting me.The thought alone nearly drops me to my knees. I know this woman is more than capable of doing so, even if she should not have to. An Alpha is supposed to protect his Luna, it is our way of life. Yet here she is, standing between me an
Chapter 128 ZANE The Arcane–Oracle pack looks exactly as I remember it. Nearly two years ago, I came here as a new Alpha scrambling to clean up my father’s mess, and swallowing pride to negotiate peace. I never expected to return like this. In love with Lyra Weston. It feels like a lifetime ago. Back then, the Eclipse Pack was fractured and bleeding, my father’s betrayal still poisoning the borders. I was furious at the mess he made. I was livid that the Weston princess got past my defenses, that I couldn’t read her, and that I didn't know what she was. Never in a million years would I have guessed she was a lycan. My other half. My calm and my storm. The guards open the gates the instant they see Lyra in the front seat, and I follow the winding road to the Alpha mansion. Our security detail is shown to their accommodation, while Lyra and I will be staying with her family. Lovely. The Alphas’ mansion rises from the earth like it was carved from the mountain itself. Da
LYRAZane is driving. Which, in itself, is really strange. Not because I don't trust his driving. I do. It's just the fact that the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, who usually has an entire security detail and a personal driver at his disposal, is currently sitting behind the wheel of a black SUV like this is the most normal thing in the world.He looks weirdly casual behind the wheel. One hand rests on the steering wheel while the other occasionally finds my thigh, as though he can't quite resist touching me even while driving.We are surrounded by tinted windows, black leather seats, and enough technology built into the console to make me feel like I'm sitting inside a fucking spaceship, but the Alpha is the one driving, happily. I glance into the side mirror for the thousandth time in an hour, finding the same two black SUVs trailing us at a respectable distance. Those two cars are packed with Eclipse warriors, while another vehicle drives ahead of us, equally full of armed wolves.
LYRAMy breath is knocked out of me when he slams into me. I cry out as he stretches my walls, but the sound quickly turns into a breathy gasp when he pulls out nearly all the way and thrusts again. Setting a devastating rhythm that has the table rattling beneath me. The pleasure completely takes over my body as he fucks me hard and fast, just the way I love it. His lips meet mine in a kiss so rough I whimper into his mouth.But it ends far too soon as Zane suddenly stops. One lands on my back, the other just below my neck. Still buried inside me, he picks me up off the table and falls back into the chair. I immediately grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, and he hisses against my lips. Grabbing onto my waist, he urges me to move.“Please, love.”Fuck, I love that wrecked, breathy voice. I could listen to it all damn day. But I’m also fucking craving him, and my body starts moving on his cock.Zane’s head falls back against the chair, giving me a spectacular view of
LYRASpoiler alert: We don’t even make it back to the bedroom. In fact, we barely make our way through the back door of the kitchen before Zane scoops me up into his arms, and marches into the dining room. Unfortunately, we are greeted by one very shocked Omega setting the table for tomorrow’s breakfast. She spins around, and upon seeing us, flushes a bright red. Her eyes drop to the floor, as she stands awkwardly next to the table with the silverware clutched in her hand.“Out,” Zane barks, not even taking his eyes off of me to look at the woman.The silverware clatters against the table as the poor woman scurries away, slamming the door behind her, and if I weren’t so turned on, I might actually have been embarrassed, but right now, I’m too focused on Zane.He shifts me into one arm while using the other to move a plate out of the way.My ass hits the placemat, and Zane roughly spreads my thighs before stepping between them, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to the edge of th
LYRAThe next door opens, and I almost groan in relief. Thank fuck the stupid rock maze gave my arms just enough time to stop screaming. They still ache, but it’s the manageable kind now. The kind I can work through. The next room is long and wide, stark and industrial. Targets line the far wall
LYRAOf course this is what the next obstacle is would be. My arms are already aching in protest, but of course this is what we get.Right in front of us, there are two lanes, side by side, suspended over a large open space.Fucking monkey bars.The bars stretch for at least fifteen meters and they
LYRAHis deep commanding voice has a shiver running down my spine.I get on my hands and knees on the couch, and a low hum of approval vibrates in his chest from where he is standing behind me. That sound alone has my thighs clenching so hard I almost gasp. His approval should not turn me on so mu
LyraOnly six of us stand in the long hall leading to the obstacle course.Six.The other fourteen were hurt badly enough in the hunt that the hour between tests wasn’t nearly long enough to heal them. They are still being treated in the pack hospital, waiting until they’re fit to continue with the







