Semua Bab Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Lyra's POV The first light of dawn broke over the ruined capital, painting the sky in streaks of gold and crimson. The morning air was thick with the remnants of smoke, mingling with the scent of damp earth and drying blood. The echoes of the previous night - the burning funeral pyres, the whispered prayers of the grieving, the solemn vows of loyalty - still clung to the city like a ghostly veil.But today, grief would have to make way for duty.The kingdom had no time to mourn.Lyra stood by the castle’s main balcony, overlooking the broken city below. Even in ruin, it still held its strength - their strength. The Lycans were survivors. And now, they would rebuild.She turned her head slightly, her gaze settling on the two warriors standing a short distance away. They had been shadowing her and Kane since the moment the sun rose. Always close, always watching. She could feel their presence like a heavy cloak draped over her shoulders.Guarding them? Or watching them?Lyra had expect

The weight of the journal sat heavy in Kane’s hands, the leather worn and cracked from years of use. His father’s handwriting was etched into the cover in deep, determined strokes."If I do not return, the answers lie within."His golden eyes traced the words, unease curling in his gut. His father had left him a kingdom in ruins, but also this - a collection of thoughts, warnings, and wisdom he had never shared in life."Why did he keep this from me?"Kane exhaled slowly, flipping the journal open.The first pages were filled with the sharp, disciplined script of a man who had ruled with strength and calculation. His father had never wasted words in life, and the same rang true here.One:"To lead is to bear the weight of all who follow. A crown is not given - it is taken, shaped in war and loss. If you are reading this, Kane, you have inherited more than my throne. You have inherited my burdens."Kane clenched his jaw. His burdens.His fingers tightened on the journal, but he forced

Lyra’s POVThe castle loomed ahead, dark and imposing against the evening sky. The weight of what had just transpired with the witches still sat heavy in Lyra’s chest. Every step she took back toward the castle made her more aware of the pull beneath it, the power thrumming just below the surface, waiting.She wasn’t the only one who felt it.Her father walked beside her, his expression unreadable, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders stiffened. The warriors who had accompanied them - who had been possessed, controlled, tainted - walked behind, still shaken by what had happened to them.Lyra stopped at the entrance, inhaling deeply before turning toward them."Go," she ordered, her voice firm but calm. "Rest. Whatever was inside you… it’s gone now, but you should regain your strength."The warriors exchanged uneasy glances before nodding, murmuring their thanks as they moved away. Her father lingered, watching them disappear into the depths of the castle bef

The weight of the vision clung to Lyra like a second skin - suffocating, inescapable.She barely remembered how she and Kane made it out of the ruins beneath the castle. Her pulse still pounded from what she had seen - what she had felt.The Grand Stone wasn’t just a relic. It was a prison.And worse - it had cracked.Two fragments had broken from it during the battle - one must have ended up in her bloodline. The other… Drevon’s.But Drevon’s piece of the Stone was gone.She had destroyed it.The memory was still a haze, buried beneath the rush of battle, but the truth was undeniable. She had shattered his fragment - and absorbed its power.Even now, something inside her felt different. Stronger.More than that, though - Drevon had still fought, still wielded his magic. As if the Stone had never been the true source of his power at all.That was the part that disturbed her the most.If his magic didn’t come from the Grand Stone… then where did it come from?Neither she nor Kane spoke

Lyra POVLyra stirred, the first hints of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. The warmth against her skin wasn’t just from the sunlight - it was from the solid form beside her, his arm draped over her waist, holding her close.Kane.For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of stillness. Of breathing him in - the scent of pine and embers clinging to his skin, the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against her shoulder.Last night had been… intense. Not just in the way their bodies had tangled in heat and need, but in the way the world had seemed to fade beyond these walls. For the first time in what felt like forever, she hadn’t been a warrior, a queen, or a daughter carrying the weight of prophecy.She had just been his.And he had been hers.But the moment couldn’t last forever.Lyra shifted, careful not to wake him as she sat up, the sheets pooling at her waist. The stone at her chest pulsed lightly, a reminder of everything they had uncovered.The Grand Stone. Th