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Mated to Three Alphas Chapter Sixty-seven
Damian’s POV The ford reeked of horse sweat and churned mud. Tracks crisscrossed the bank, too many to sort cleanly. My scouts fanned out, eyes sharp, but the trail bent in every direction. Damon had covered his escape well. I knelt and pressed my fingers to the damp soil. The earth still held the weight of her. I could almost feel it—her heartbeat echoing faintly through the bond, quick and frightened, pulling me east. “She was here,” I said. My voice was rough, low. Rowan crouched beside me. His face was pale, the way it always went when he feared to speak truth. “If Damon took her this way, he has hours on us. He knows the side routes. By dawn he could be in the Ashen Cliffs.” I stood, rage pushing up my spine. The Ashen Cliffs meant no return. Once he crossed them, the borderlands swallowed tracks like fire swallows dry grass. “He won’t get that far,” I growled. The bond burned hotter, pulling me. I hated it, hated how much it ruled me, but I needed it now. It was my
Mated to Three Alphas Chapter Sixty-six
Damian’s POV Word had reached me then that the Council had already sent a rider to the High Temple. Dominic’s men had moved fast. Their pace meant angle. They did not move like men who took something in anger. They moved like men who had planned the night. My anger snapped into a new edge. Not only had someone taken her, but they had done it with a plan. They had done it with pockets full enough to buy silence and speed. That meant an enemy who thought long and liked to cut from the inside. I thought of Damon. I thought of his hands on the ledger he had stolen in my halls. I thought of his quiet words when he said he would “keep her alive until he decided.” He had spoken like a thief who loved the sight of a prize. He had moved like a man who hid knives in smiles. He had taken her. I told myself not to be rash. A son’s rage could be a father’s mistake. The elders would turn if I stormed and proved nothing. Dominic would laugh and bind the pack tighter. Still, I made a choice in
Mated to Three Alphas Chapter Sixty-five
Damian’s POV I woke to a silence that smelled wrong. Guards had shouted once in the night, and then the keep had gone quiet like a held breath. I pushed myself up and listened. The war table sat under a single lamp. The maps had not moved. Still, something in the air told me the world had shifted. Rowan burst into my room before I could stand. He did not knock. He never knocked when the news burned. His face was pale and wet with sweat. “She is gone,” he said. His voice cut straight through the dark. I moved faster than the sleep wanted my body to move. I did not ask. I ran. My boots hit stone and I did not hear them. I ran past the halls where men slept in chairs, past the war table, out into the courtyard. The sky had not yet brightened, but smoke traced low in the east like a thin, black line. Lyra stood in the doorway of her room in my mind, as she had the night before—book loose, dagger at her hip, stubborn like a blade. Now she only existed as absence. Rowan met me at
Mated to Three Alphas Chapter sixty-four
Damon’s POV Rain came down like punishment. It soaked the roofs and turned the paths to mud. I liked the rain that night. It hid footprints. It softened sounds. It made men slower and less sure. I moved through the servants’ passages like a ghost trained to vanish. My men followed close, silent and ready. We kept our faces low beneath cloaks. The oil lamps guttered and the wind stole their light. Perfect weather for a theft. I had waited for the storm. I had let the keep settle into tiredness and false safety. I had bribed a pair of watchmen to stagger their patrols. I had paid for a stable boy’s silence and the key to a side gate. I had maps folded in my head. Each step had been paid for and planned, small coins spent on small men. Most men sold themselves cheap. I used that. Lyra’s power had changed the rules. She hit a priest and broke a ward. That did not make her predictable. It made her dangerous and clever. I did not want to drag a live wire into my hands without a soft
Mated to Three Alphas Soxty-three
Damian’s POV I slipped into Lyra’s room one evening while she read. She did not startle. She never did when I entered lately. Her eyes were tired, but they carried the raw thing that had held her through loss. She looked at me like someone who measured a man by the weight of his hands. “You should not be here,” she said. “You should not be alone,” I answered. She closed the book and put it aside. “You said you would protect me,” she said, quiet and sharp. “You said that before you buried Kyle.” I did not want to face the memory. My hands shook. “I thought I could keep you safe,” I said. “I thought keeping secrets would save lives.” She laughed once, bitter. “Secrets killed him. They killed him because you chose them for me.” Her words hit like a stone. I did not answer. I wanted to be a man who could stand in the light of truth and not flinch. Instead I had scavenged safety from shadows. “I had a dream,” I said finally. I kept my voice small. “My mother told me… she to
Mated to Three Alphas Sixty-two
Damian’s POV I dreamed my mother again. The dream came quick and hard, like a hand slamming a door. I stood where the old birch grove used to be. The air smelled like lavender and wet earth. Her hair was the same as in the stories—silver and heavy. Her voice had the sound of wind through dry branches. “Listen,” she said. Her eyes did not soften. They dug into me. “He means to wake it.” I asked who. The word left my mouth small and useless. She pointed without moving, and the ground under my feet shook. I saw a shadow under the Blood Fang mountains. It was huge. Scales like black glass slid inside the cracks. Eyes glowed like coals. Chains held it, thick and old, carved with runes that pulsed like a dying heart. “He will spill her blood,” she said. “The girl’s blood will break the seals. The beast will rise and it will not bow. You must stop him.” I told her she was dead. I told her the past was gone. Her face did not change. “Have I lied to you?” she asked. Her voice turne
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