All Chapters of Hybrid: Claimed by the Alphas: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

{Aiden’s POV}I didn’t even have time to process the scream that tore through the cave before I felt her.Lyra.Her power exploded through the chamber like a final breath from the gods—wild, blazing, hers.And then silence.My heart stopped.“Lyra!” I shouted, voice raw and shaking. I turned just in time to catch her body as it crumpled to the ground, her limbs like broken branches in my arms.She wasn’t breathing.No.No, no, no—I dropped to my knees with her, gathering her limp form against my chest. “Baby, hey, no—stay with me,” I begged, pressing my forehead to hers. “Come on, please, open your eyes.”Her skin was cold. Too cold.Her lashes fluttered but didn’t open. Her lips were parted, whispering nothing. She looked like a fallen star.Ash was already at my side, panting, covered in blood and shaking. “What the hell happened?!”“She killed the witch,” I whispered hoarsely. “She.... she used the last of her power to save us. I felt it, Ash. I felt it leave her.”Ash’s hand hove

{Lyra’s POV} A slow breath. Light. Too bright. A sharp sting behind my eyes. Where… am I? The ceiling above me looked soft, pale—almost like clouded glass. I blinked slowly, dragging my limbs into awareness. My head felt heavy, as if I'd been underwater for days. My throat burned like sandpaper. My heart… beat softly, unsure. Like it wasn’t sure it was allowed to. The scent around me was faintly lavender, clean linens, and something else—something warm, earthy, almost like… cinnamon and smoke. Then I heard them. “Lyra?” The voice cracked—strained, filled with barely restrained desperation. “She’s awake… Oh my goddess—Lyra? Baby, can you hear us?” Another voice. This one deeper, edged with a trembling sort of relief that made my skin prickle. My eyes fluttered toward the sound. I couldn’t see them yet. Everything was blurred and slow, like waking from a dream I couldn’t remember. But I heard them. Heard the storm of emotion in their voices. “Is she in pain? Lyra, are you h

{Lyra’s POV}The world felt new.Soft.Strange.Like a dream I hadn’t woken from yet.I didn’t remember this place. Or the people in it. But I wasn’t scared.Not with them around.Ash and Aiden—that’s what they said their names were. Names I’d never heard before… and yet they stirred something faint and flickering in the back of my mind. Like echoes of laughter down a hallway I couldn’t reach.They hadn’t left my side since I opened my eyes. Not for a single second.If I so much as shifted in bed, one of them was already there, brushing my hair back or whispering my name like it was a fragile prayer.Every blink, every breath—I felt their eyes on me.Not in a threatening way.No, never that.They watched me like they were afraid I’d disappear again. Like just being conscious was a miracle they didn’t dare take for granted.Their gazes held so much. Too much.Love.Pain.A story I didn’t know how to read anymore.But even without the memories… I felt them.Their presence was a constant

{Lyra’s POV}Lying in bed all day was beginning to drive me crazy.The room was lovely—soft sheets, the scent of lavender in the air, and sunlight gently spilling in from the arched windows—but I felt caged. Like a porcelain doll, too fragile to be moved.I sat up slowly, wincing just a little. “I want to go outside,” I said.Ash looked up from the book he was pretending to read, and Aiden perked immediately from the corner, where he’d been folding and refolding a shirt for the tenth time.“Outside?” Aiden asked, like I’d just suggested skydiving off the roof. “Are you sure?”“I’m not made of glass,” I said with a half-smile. “I just need air. Please?”They exchanged that weird twin look—one of those silent conversations I still hadn’t figured out. Then they both nodded.“Fine,” Ash said, setting the book down. “But we’re coming with you.”“Obviously,” Aiden added.I rolled my eyes fondly and slipped off the bed. “I’ll go get ready.”****After a warm bath, I stood in front of the war

{Lyra’s POV}I stretched with a soft yawn, the silk sheets rustling beneath me. Another slow morning, another blurry dream I couldn’t quite piece together. Ever since I woke up in this palace—nothing felt real… and yet, somehow, everything felt too real.I pulled myself out of bed, dragging my bare feet across the cold marble floor. The large mirror near the wardrobe caught my eye, and I stepped toward it like I did every morning. This simple routine—washing my face, brushing my hair, seeing me—was all I had. All I knew.But this time, something was different.I froze.My reflection stared back at me, just as it always did—messy silver hair, pale skin, slightly parted lips. But my eyes… oh gods… my eyes weren’t mine.They were glowing.A deep, rich red, glimmering like molten rubies, shimmered in place of my usual warm brown.I staggered back from the mirror with a gasp, nearly tripping over my own feet.“No… no, that’s not—this isn’t me,” I whispered, hands trembling as I reached up