All Chapters of Mated to Three Alphas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra povMy ankle felt like it was on fire with every step, but I kept moving. I had to. The packhouse was behind me now, but I could still feel Alpha Dominic's hands on me, still hear his threats echoing in my head. Something was definitely wrong with my ankle, it felt like the bones were grinding against each other, and I could barely put weight on it.The marketplace stretched out in front of me, busy with people going about their day. Vendors were calling out prices, kids were running around, and the smell of food filled the air. Good. All these people would help hide me, make it harder for them to find me.I limped into the crowd, trying to look normal even though my clothes were torn and I was obviously hurt. A woman selling bread gave me a strange look, but I kept walking. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest.Then I saw them. Two pack warriors moving through the crowd, their eyes scanning everyone. Looking for me.I ducked behind a cart full of

Lyra's POV Life under the Toll Collector's protection wasn't perfect, but it was better than anything I'd had in weeks. I got real food and not scraps or leftovers, but actual meals. And most importantly, I had the ring Kyle had given me. It was simple looking, just a plain silver band, but it was special. It masked my wolf scent completely. "With this," Kyle had told me when he put it on my finger, "no one below alpha rank can trace you. You'll be invisible to most hunters." He was right. I'd been here for days now, and no pack warriors had come knocking. But the safety came with a price. I was completely alone, completely dependent on Kyle's money and protection. I had no idea what was happening outside these walls, no idea what came next. I spent most of my time in the small room, staring out the dirty window at the pack house in the distance. It looked so far away now, like something from a dream. Sometimes I'd catch myself remembering better times, moments that felt like they

Lyra’s POV The world was a blur of motion, a jarring ride in a wagon that smelled of sour beer and sweat. I was blindfolded, my hands bound, and every bump in the road sent a jolt of fear through me. I didn't know who had taken me. The last thing I remembered was the toll collector's trembling hands and the look of pure terror in his eyes. I had expected Damian. I had almost hoped for him, despite everything. But the men who grabbed me were not his. They were rougher, smelling of old leather and stale pipe smoke, and their silence was more unnerving than any threat could have been. When the wagon finally stopped and they removed the blindfold, I found myself in a different kind of prison. The building was large, made of dark wood and stone, and it hummed with the low, insidious energy of a pack I didn't recognize. I was pulled out of the wagon and led inside, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. My captor, the man who had pulled me from the toll collector’s shack, was a pack el

POV: Damon The dungeons were a pit of despair, and I walked into it with a purpose that felt like a lie. Alpha Dominic had sent me down here, his real intention clear—he wanted Vivian killed. Permanently. He had given her just enough time to break, to crumble into madness, before sending me down to finish the job. He knew I was a cold, unfeeling thing, a man who had no problem with death. He trusted me to do his dirty work. He thought I was just like him. He was wrong. I walked in, the stench of stale water and old blood filling my nose, expecting to carry out that order. But Vivian was already halfway to madness. She was a ruin, a ghost of the cunning, cruel maid I had once known. Dirty, unkempt, and barely clinging to sanity, she didn’t waste a second on greetings or questions. The moment she saw me, she started ranting, a torrent of secrets and lies spilling out of her mouth like the walls of her mind were finally closing in. "He sent you, didn't he?" she screamed, her voice

Lyra’s Pov Later that night, I sat alone in a small, dusty room that had once belonged to Kyle. The room was sparsely furnished, but it still held the lingering scent of him. It was all I had left. I had been escorted there by a few of Damian’s men, and a guard now stood outside my door. I was a prisoner. A knock on the door made me jump. “It’s me, Lyra. Jax.” I opened the door, a flicker of hope in my eyes. “Jax, what are you doing here?” “I had to see you. I’m sorry, Lyra. We tried to stop him.” I shook my head. “You couldn’t. You would have died.” “I know.” He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. “We’re still loyal to Kyle. The pack is divided. Half of us are with Damian, but the other half… we still remember Kyle’s rule. We don’t trust Damian.” “What can we do?” I asked, my voice a desperate plea. “He’s the Alpha now. He controls everything.” “We’ll figure something out. But for now… you have to be careful. He’s going to want to claim you soon.” I shudd