Semua Bab Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Lyra's POV The war room buzzed with quiet murmurs and cautious glances. The circular table at the heart of the chamber, carved from obsidian and etched with the runes of past rulers, hadn’t seen this level of tension in weeks. The High Council was assembling - lords, advisors, and surviving generals of the fractured realm. Every seat was filled.Kane stood at the head of the table, his posture straight, his golden eyes sharp. Beside him, Lyra exuded icy composure, though a low flicker of energy coiled beneath her skin - Thalia was restless, watching.Only one seat remained empty, deliberately left open.The one meant for a god… or a monster."Where is he?" Lord Rhogan asked, one brow arched in suspicion. "This entity you brought into our castle. The being who answered your summons...""He will be here," Lyra interrupted coolly, her voice slicing through the chatter. "And he’s not just our concern anymore. He heard the Harbinger’s call. That makes him everyone’s problem."A wave of di

The moon had crept high over the mountains by the time Lyra and Kane finally found rest.Their chamber was bathed in silvery light, soft shadows stretching across stone walls and silk sheets. The distant hum of the castle had long since quieted, but Lyra’s mind would not still. Too many voices echoed in her memory - the council’s doubts, Nyxar’s unsettling smile, and above them all, the whisper of something older. Something ancient clawing at the edges of her soul.She lay beside Kane, his hand resting on her waist, thumb tracing idle circles on her bare skin. He hadn't spoken in several minutes, but he didn’t need to. His presence alone was a weight anchoring her in place. Steadying her.“You’re still awake,” he said softly, lips brushing the shell of her ear.Lyra sighed, not denying it. “I can’t shut it off. My mind. Thalia. The Queen…”Kane shifted closer, draping an arm across her, letting her tuck into his chest.“She’s louder now,” Lyra murmured. “Ever since the summoning… it’

Nyxar’s Point of ViewThe memory left a taste of blood in his mouth.Nyxar sat in the shadows of the council chamber’s ruined antechamber, long after the last of the murmuring nobles had gone, after Kane had led Lyra away with that overprotective fire in his eyes. After silence had crept back into the halls like a loyal hound returning to its master.His fingers curled on the armrest of the abandoned stone throne he now claimed for himself - not as ruler, not as ally, but as something older. Stranger. Stronger. Something none of them yet understood. Not even Lyra.Especially not Lyra.He tilted his head back and let his eyes drift shut, but the memory still clung to the inside of his eyelids like soot. Her scream - no, not Lyra’s. Her scream. The First Queen.He had not meant to remember. He never did. And yet, her blood was still on his hands.The Harbinger hadn’t screamed. Not when she struck him. Not when the blade pierced bone and eternity alike.Only she had.She had wept, not fo

The council chamber was quieter now, but not at peace.Though the meeting with Nyxar had concluded hours earlier, ripples of unease still echoed through the halls. Lords and generals murmured in corners, witches moved in hushed urgency, and scouts returned with scrolls of hastily marked maps. The war was no longer a looming possibility - it was rising like a tide.Lyra stood at the balcony just beyond the war room, the morning light casting long golden shadows across the stone floor. Below, the central courtyard buzzed with motion - soldiers drilling, supplies being loaded on trucks, hawks flying messages north and south. A kingdom on edge.But her thoughts weren’t in the present. They were still drifting between dreams and memory. Between herself and the woman who once bore her soul.Kane approached quietly from behind. His steps were deliberate, but she sensed him before he spoke.Kane looked past her, to the horizon. “The witches said they’d prepare the chamber for you. The one ben

The dawn came softly - filtered through the arched windows of the royal chambers in a haze of pale gold and quiet wind. The stone walls, usually so cold and austere, now carried the scent of lavender and ash, clinging to the lingering warmth of the night before. Kane stirred before the light touched his face, instincts sharpened like blades drawn from their sheath.Something was different.Not wrong. Just… altered. Shifted.His breathing slowed as his eyes opened, and his body - so often wound tight from years of battle and command - remained still, like prey sensing a predator… or a storm sensing change in the wind.He turned his head slowly.Lyra lay beside him, unmoving in the gentle glow of morning. But she wasn’t the same.Her hair - once dark and silken with subtle curls - now shimmered like strands of molten moonlight. Pale silver streaked through the locks, catching light like a halo, and her skin glowed faintly with an ethereal sheen, as if something ancient had awakened with