All Chapters of The Cursed Lycan Princess: Chosen By The Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyra's POV My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. What had just happened? I blinked, slowly looking up to see Lucian holding my hand firmly. His piercing eyes bore into mine with an emotion I couldn’t place, was it worry? It almost felt like I was dreaming. “I fucking told you not to kill yourself,” he groaned, his tone laced with irritation. “Do you have any idea what Varg would do if he didn’t get to see you again?” I gulped, fear coursing through me as my hand trembled slightly. Lucian let go of my hand, his movements slow and deliberate, before turning to walk back toward the man who stood in the shadows, frowning at us. “Like I said, I didn’t come here to force you to fight for me,” Lucian muttered, glancing back at me briefly. “You can stay out of my way if that’s what you want. Or you can come and do whatever shitty thing you think will keep you safe.” “Are we not going to take her back?” the man finally spoke, gesturing toward me. Lucian click

Varg's Pov Her gaze faltered before it brightened, as if catching a glimmer of hope. “She’s been with me all this time,” she admitted softly. “Ever since I saved her from the a wolf that almost killed her.” I stepped closer to her, my tone sharp with disbelief. “If you’ve had her all this time, why did you lie to me when I asked you?” Her eyes met mine, steady but brimming with emotion. I could see the pain and jealousy simmering beneath the surface. “Because I was protecting her from you and Lucian,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she continued. “She told me everything.” I bit my lip, my frustration mounting as I tried to decipher her intentions. I moved closer, but she instinctively stepped back. “I never thought you’d be the type to lie, Light. Even though… you’ve done it countless times to me.” A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she took another hesitant step back, as if retreating from a painful truth. “You think I’m lying? What would I gain from lying to you?” He

Lyra's POV After Varg left, I sat on the bed, my stomach feeling unusually heavy. I didn’t understand why it felt that way, but the weight was undeniable. Slowly, I rested my back against the pillows, trying to ease the discomfort. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, patting it gently in hopes of calming both myself and the life growing within me.I closed my eyes, hoping for some rest, but the creak of the door jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, darting toward the doorway, where I saw Light quietly stepping inside.“I’m sorry for telling Varg you were here,” she said, her tone soft, as though she feared she’d done irreparable harm. She walked over and sat beside me on the bed, guilt evident in her face. “I had to. If I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have stopped searching for you.”“I understand why you did it,” I replied, my voice strained as I shifted uncomfortably. A sharp pang shot through my stomach, and I gasped softly, pressing a hand against it. “You did what you had to do,

Varg's POVI twisted and turned on the bed, my mind racing. Ever since I saw Lyra pregnant, I couldn’t stop thinking about what to do. I had to find a way to fix everything, to protect her. She shouldn’t have to keep running, especially not now, not while she was carrying my child.A sharp knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. I turned to the door, my heart thudding. Who could it be at this hour? Rising to my feet, I crossed the room and opened the door. Bethany stood there, her face pale and her eyes frantic.“What is it?” I asked, my voice rough.“They’ve found her,” she stammered, stepping into the room uninvited.Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. My pulse quickened as I shut the door behind her. “Who?” I asked, curious to know what she was talking about and who she was refering to.“Lyra,” Bethany whispered, her voice trembling. “I overheard Lucian and Jacob earlier. They were talking about her.”“Damn it!” I cursed, raking a hand through my hair. The anger bubbling inside

Lyra’s POV“Shh, babies, don’t cry,” I murmured softly, my voice trembling with exhaustion. But their cries only grew louder, their tiny voices cutting through the stillness of the woods. I tightened my hold on the two babies in my arms, my arms aching from their weight. The third baby was tied securely to my back with a makeshift sling made from the blanket I had grabbed before fleeing.My body was screaming for rest. My feet felt like they were dragging through sand, each step more painful than the last. The sharp ache in my lower back and the burning sensation in my legs made it nearly impossible to keep moving, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t afford to.“Where can I go?” I whispered, more to myself than to the babies. My throat felt dry, my voice hoarse from the hours of walking and trying to soothe their cries. The dense trees around me provided some cover, but I felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly alone.When I finally spotted a large tree with wide roots that formed a natural