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Chapter 9: The Seer's Vision
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2026-04-14 13:52:21
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The Alpha's Prized Captive Chapter 13: The Tower
Lyra POVI almost didn't go.I stood at the bottom of the tower stairs for a full minute, the cup in my hand, Marcus's voice still crawling through my head, two more doses, two more doses, and told myself I was going up there because it was the smart thing to do. The strategic thing. The thing that kept me alive and kept Marcus from getting what he wanted and kept the three survivors in the dungeons from spending the rest of their lives in the dark.I was not going up there because of a dream.I was not going up there because some stupid broken part of me had spent every gray grinding day in this Keep watching a monster and somehow, somewhere in the surviving of him, had started to find the man underneath. I was not going because of the way he'd said my name in the courtyard, quietly, just for me, or the way he'd looked at me when things got too honest and he'd reached for cruelty the way other people reach for something familiar when they're scared.I was going because of Marcus.Tha
The Alpha's Prized Captive Chapter 12: Venom
Lyra POVIn the dream, he was on his knees.Not the way Elena had been on her knees in the courtyard, not broken, not bound, not with his face caved in and his hands tied behind his back. Dante Blackthorne knelt the way a mountain would kneel if a mountain ever did such a thing, like even in submission the ground understood it was holding something that could crush it.He was looking up at me.Those blue eyes, clear and unglassy, none of the cold calculation that lived in them when he was performing cruelty for an audience. Just looking. Just me and him and the blood moon hanging massive above us both, painting everything the color of something that couldn't be undone.My hand was at his throat.Not the collar. His actual throat, my fingers curved around the warmth of it, his pulse beating steadily against my palm like it was trying to tell me something.Now, my wolf said. This is what we came for.I looked down at him.He didn't flinch. Didn't plead. Just held my gaze with that infur
The Alpha's Prized Captive Chapter 11: The Blood Moon
Lyra POVThe first blood moon rose on a Thursday. I knew because Thursdays were when they changed the kitchen roster, which meant I spent the whole day scrubbing the cold storage room instead of the main kitchen, alone, on my knees, with nothing but a bucket of grey water and the smell of old meat and my own thoughts for company.That was a bad combination.By the time they let me out it was past dark and my back had locked up somewhere around the fifth hour and my hands had stopped feeling like my hands and started feeling like two numb, useless things attached to the ends of my arms by mistake. I was carrying my bucket back through the servants' corridor when I felt it.It hit me the way it had never done before, it was not gradually, not gently, but all at once, like a door blowing open in a storm. My wolf lurched awake in my chest so violently I stumbled, grabbing the wall with one hand, the bucket clanging against the stone floor.She'd been silent for three days. Since Elena was
The Alpha's Prized Captive Chapter 10: The Courtyard
Lyra POVI used to think the worst thing in the world was watching my brother die.I was wrong.They dragged me out before dawn without a word, just hands on my arms and cold air hitting my face before I was fully awake, and I remember thinking — stupidly, half-asleep — that maybe they were finally going to kill me. That Dante had gotten bored. That the prophecy had stopped being entertaining and he'd decided to just end it.Part of me was almost relieved.Then I saw the courtyard.Seventeen people on their knees in the dirt. Hands bound. Heads down. All of them in gray, the same gray I wore, the gray that was supposed to make us invisible, supposed to make us look like we'd already given up.Elena was at the front.They'd beaten her face in. I could tell even from a distance, even in the bad torchlight, the swelling, the way her head sat slightly wrong on her neck like something had been knocked loose. But her back was straight. Even now. Even like this, kneeling in the eastern court
The Alpha's Prized Captive Chapter 9: The Seer's Vision
Lyra POVThe voice that cut through his triumph was ancient and cracked, belonging to a figure I hadn't noticed before. An elderly woman hunched in the corner, wrapped in tattered robes, her face hidden by a deep hood.The crowd parted as she shuffled forward, leaning heavily on a gnarled staff. The other witches exchanged nervous glances as she approached the platform."High Seer Morgana," one of the younger witches breathed. "I didn't know she was here.""Nobody invited her," another whispered back. "She hasn't left her cave in decades."The old woman, Morgana, climbed the platform steps with painful slowness. When she finally reached the top, she turned to face the crowd, and I caught a glimpse of her face beneath the hood.Ancient didn't begin to describe it. Her skin was like parchment stretched over bone, her eyes milky white with cataracts. But there was power in those blind eyes. Old power that made the blood magic Dante had just channeled look like a child's trick."You dare
The Alpha's Prized Captive Chapter 8: Blood and Binding
Lyra POVI'd lost track of time in the darkness.Hours? Days? The isolation cell offered no answers, only the steady drip of water somewhere in the distance and the burning agony of the silver collar against my raw throat. My lips were cracked and bleeding. My tongue felt like sandpaper in my mouth. Every breath was a battle I wasn't sure I'd win.The map was gone. The wooden wolf was gone. Elena and the others were walking into a trap, and I was powerless to stop it.Maybe this was how I'd die, alone in the dark, slowly withering away while Dante celebrated his victory above.The sound of the iron door grinding open made me flinch, the sudden torchlight stabbing into my eyes like knives. I couldn't even lift my hand to shield my face, too weak to do more than squint against the assault."Still alive, I see." Marcus's voice dripped with disappointment. "Pity. I had a wager going that you'd be dead by now."He stepped into the cell, and I could make out two guards behind him. One held
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