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Chapter Nine: The King's Unease
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Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Eighty-Nine: Regrouping
Lyra's POVFor two days, the army did nothing but bury its dead and mend itself.The camp sprawled along the base of the ridge like a wounded animal licking its sores. Smiths hammered dented plates back into shape. Healers moved among the cots with basins and bandages. Soldiers sat in silent clusters, sharpening blades that didn't need sharpening, because their hands needed something to do.I walked the rows each morning and counted. Wounded. Dead. Barrels. Sacks.The last number frightened me most."Three days of grain," the quartermaster said grimly, standing before a nearly empty wagon. "Four, if we cut the rations. And that's before we count the wounded, who eat like horses.""Can we send for more?""From where, my lady? The northern holdings are two weeks behind us. The Whispering Forest route is slow, and Malachar's raiders have already hit one convoy.""Then we ration.""The soldiers won't like it.""Neither do I." I rubbed my temples. "Do it anyway."He saluted and left. I st
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Eighty-Eight: Aftermath of Battle
Lyra's POVThe healers worked through the night, and I did not leave Cassian's side.I sat on a low stool beside his cot with his hand wrapped in both of mine, watching the lamplight flicker across his face. He was so pale. The strong lines of his jaw had gone slack, and a thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead. Every breath he took rattled faintly in his chest."Hold the lamp higher," Mira said quietly.A young healer obeyed. Mira bent over the wound, her face drawn, a pair of fine silver tongs gripped in one steady hand."There's more," she muttered. "Slivers. The blade must have splintered against his rib.""Can you get them out?""I'm trying." She drew a tiny, glittering shard from the torn flesh and dropped it into a dish. It rang against the clay like a bell. "Silver poisons a Lycan's blood the longer it stays in. Every piece I take out, the wound fights a little less.""And if you miss one?""Then it keeps fighting." Her eyes found mine. "I won't miss one."I nodded, and s
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Eighty-Seven: Turning the Tide
Lyra's POVYou.The word hit me like cold water.I stood at the center of a ruined plain, silver fire still pouring from my hands, and for one terrible heartbeat I did not know where I ended and the power began. Then Cassian's fingers tightened around the edge of my cloak, weak and warm and *real*, and something inside me snapped back into place."I'm here," I whispered. "I'm here.""I know." His mouth twitched. "You're a bit loud."A broken laugh tore out of me. I dropped to my knees, and the storm flinched.I closed my eyes. I did not fight the Heart this time. I breathed.The power was a river, and I had been trying to hold back a flood with my bare hands. But a river could be shaped. It could be gathered, narrowed, turned. I pictured the silver blazing in my chest, and I drew it inward, thread by thread, the way I had once drawn a needle through a torn sleeve.Gently, I told it One thing. Only one.The ground stopped shaking. The silver collapsed from a roaring storm to a single
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Eighty-Six: Through the Bond
Lyra's POVThe pain hit me like a blade through my own chest.One moment I was kneeling beside a wounded boy in the healers' camp, my hands glowing silver against his torn leg. The next, something cold and savage punched through my ribs, and I couldn't breathe."Lyra?" Mira's voice seemed to come from very far away. "Lyra, what is it?"I couldn't answer. I pressed both hands against my sternum, where no wound had opened, and felt a burning emptiness spread outward like ice across a lake.The thread. The one that tied my heart to Cassian's, thin and aching since the shrine. It was screaming."He's hurt," I gasped. "Mira, he's hurt. It's silver. It won't close.""Lyra, you can't know that—""I feel it."The world went white. I heard myself cry out, and the Heart answered, a column of moonlight tearing up from my body into the darkening sky. It lit the clouds like a second dawn, and every wounded wolf in the camp turned to stare.Then it was gone, and I was on my feet, running."Lyra! L
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Eighty-Five: Surrounded
Cassian's POVThe ring of armored wolves tightened around us, and I counted how many of my guards were still standing.Nine. Down from twelve. Down from the company I had come to rescue, who were now safely over the ridge, thanks to the lie that I could hold this ground a little longer.I had been wrong about a little."Backs together!" My voice tore out of my wolf's throat, rough and ragged. "Don't let them split us!"My guards pressed in around me, a tight knot of fur and fangs and blood. Dusk was bleeding across the plain, red and gold, and in that dying light the enemy looked like a tide of black iron.I fought without stopping. Jaws, claws, shoulders, whatever the moment gave me. A wolf lunged for my throat, and I caught it and broke its back against the ground. Another raked my flank, and I felt the wound seal shut within seconds, flesh knitting beneath my fur.It was the only reason I was still alive. And even that was beginning to fail.Cassian, one of my guards sent through
Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter Eighty-Four: Blood and Moonlight
Lyra's POVThe wounded came over the ridge in waves.Some were carried. Some crawled. Most had shifted back to human form somewhere on the field, naked and bleeding and shaking with shock, and the healers' camp filled with the smell of blood and crushed herbs and fear."Hold the pressure!" Mira shouted over the din. "Don't let go until I say!""I've got him!" the girl from the infirmary tent cried, her hands buried in a boy's torn belly. She was perhaps seventeen. Three weeks ago, she had practiced on a dummy.I knelt beside her and laid my palms against the wound."Move your hands, please.""He's bleeding too fast!""I know." I closed my eyes. "I need you to trust me."She moved.I reached for the Heart, and silver light rose from my fingertips, warm and steady. The torn flesh drew together like a seam being stitched. The boy gasped, and his eyes fluttered open."Moon Goddess," he whispered. "Is that... am I dead?""Not yet." I managed a shaky smile. "Rest."I moved to the next. An
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