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CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO
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The alpha king's slave mate CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR
Lyra’s povI barely had the strength to stand when Ronan wrapped an arm around me and hauled me against him. My ribs had mostly healed, but the ache lingered in my bones, and exhaustion pressed on me with each movements. He didn’t speak, just held me tighter, jaw clenched in that way that said his fury hadn’t faded yet.When I opened my mouth to protest, he silenced me with a look. “No arguments, Lyra. You’re done for today.”I wanted to snap back, but the truth was I was too tired to fight him. So I let him guide me through the corridors, his hand firm at my waist, until we reached his chambers.The moment we stepped inside, the heat from the bath that had been drawn earlier wrapped around me, steam flowing in the air. The massive tub, carved from dark stone that I had never used, gleamed with water that shimmered faintly from oils poured into it, smelling of cedar and wildflowers.Ronan didn’t let me do anything. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and crouched in front of me, his
The alpha king's slave mate CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE
Lyra’s povI thought yesterday was the longest day of my life. I was wrong.Garrick dragged me back to the training grounds before the sun had fully reached the horizon. My arms already felt like they were made from wet noodles. They felt useless and trembled by my side from yesterday's beating.But Garrick didn’t care.“Pick it up,” he barked, tossing me the sword again. My fingers barely caught the hilt before it smacked against my thigh.I groaned, but obeyed. My pride wouldn’t let me collapse in front of him. Not yet.“Again.”The word became a mantra. Over and over, I swung, blocked, staggered, fell. He shoved me to the ground, made me roll back up. When I was too slow, he jabbed his sword into my ribs hard enough to leave purple bruises. When my stance faltered, he kicked my ankle until I corrected it. Sweat poured into my eyes, stinging, mixing with dirt on my face.I lost count of how many times I hit the ground. My knees and palms were raw, scraped bloody, but Garrick only la
The alpha king's slave mate CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO
Lyra’s pov I woke up to the warmth of something solid and firm beneath me. For a second, my still-foggy brain assumed it was my pillow, but the steady rise and fall beneath my cheek gave it away instantly. Ronan.His arms were wrapped tight around me, one hand resting across my waist like he’d been guarding me all night. His breath blew pstrands of my hair, warm against the top of my head, and the scent of smoke, leather, and cedar wood wrapped around me. My lips curved into a small smile before my eyes even fluttered open.When I finally stirred, he shifted slightly, loosening his hold just enough for me to tilt my head back. His golden eyes were already open, watching me, quiet and intense like always. But instead of the seeing the tension from last night in them, I saw something softer.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and deeper because he hadn't spoken all morning.I smiled faintly. “And you’re still here.”He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned down and pr
The alpha king's slave mate CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
Lyra’s povThe room was still a graveyard of silence when Ronan moved.He cut through the crowd of nobles and warriors like a storm barely restrained, his eyes locked on me, burning with questions I knew he wasn’t about to ask here. He firmly wrapped his hand around my arm again and without a single word to anyone else, he pulled me toward the door.“No one follows,” he growled over his shoulder. No one dared argue.The halls blurred as he led me through them, his pace quick and relentless, until we reached his study. He shoved the heavy door shut with a force that rattled the shelves and only then released me.He turned, pacing once, twice, then facing me with eyes like wildfire. “What the hell was that, Lyra?” His voice was low, strained, like he was fighting to hold it together. “You touched that thing—like it was nothing—and it screamed, and then… and then it just died.” He dragged a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling fast. “You could have been killed. Or worse
The alpha king's slave mate CHAPTER EIGHTY
Lyra’s povChaos erupted.Shouts erupted, boots thundered against stone, chairs scraped violently across the floor. I barely had time to register the corrupted flames spilling on the ground before Ronan was on me. His hands were firm but not hard enough to bruise, as he hauled me up from where I’d been crouched.“Lyra!” His voice was commanding and held something that seemed like fear. Before I could even find my footing, he dragged me across the room, away from the arrow still burning with taht foul smell and black against the cracked stone. He shoved me into a shadowed corner, his body half-shielding mine, and barked orders like the Alpha he was.“Guards! Inside, now! Lock this room down. No one enters or leaves without my word. You—” he jabbed a finger toward two warriors near the door, “—find the bastard who fired that arrow. I want the ground searched. Every rooftop, every shadow. Bring them to me alive if you can. Dead if you must.”His words were filled with bloodlust, a barely
The alpha king's slave mate CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
Lyra’s pov“Child,” she murmured, “you must understand who you stand against if you are to survive him.”“I understand. Please go on.”“You’ve heard whispers of Veyran,” she continues. “But you do not yet know what he is, what he was meant to be.”I swallowed, fear and curiosity growing inside me. “Then tell me.”The goddess inclined her head, as if weighing the risk of pouring this story into mortal ears. Then, finally, she sighed.“Long ago, before the first packs were ever born, before your kind even knew what it meant to bare your fangs and howl at the sky, there was only me,” she said. “I was whole. Light and shadow, mercy and fury, creation and destruction. I was balance.”She lifted her hand, and stars flickered between her fingers like embers. “But within me was a fragment… a hunger that did not rest. He was born from me, a shadow carved out of my flesh. My counterpart. My wound. My son.”Her voice dropped lower, as if she despised every word she was saying. “That wound was na
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