Todos los capítulos de Mated to Three Handsome Nightmares: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Lyra's POVKira gave me a pointed look. “He knows. I didn’t tell him, if that’s what you’re thinking. But he’s not stupid. He noticed something was off last night.”My stomach sank.Kate leaned back against the tree, arms crossed. “This is going to get complicated.”“It already is,” I muttered.They both went quiet, giving me space—but I could feel their eyes. Judging? Maybe. Or maybe just concerned.I hated this.The waiting. The silence. The feeling that no matter what I did, someone would get hurt.Before I could say anything else, a familiar engine sound rolled in through the trees.Keto.I stood up slowly, brushing dirt from my pants.Back to reality.Kira leaned closer to me with a small smile. “By the way… I was joking earlier.”I blinked at her. “What?”She shrugged. “Keto didn’t see anything last night. He was on watch the entire time. If he had noticed Orion sneaking into your tent, trust me, you’d know by now.”Kate raised an eyebrow. “Then maybe he suspected something. May

Lyra's POVShe leaned forward and set the glass on her knee. "I mean, not Ruth. Your actual mother."My throat closed up. "I was told she died when I was a baby."Kate nodded slowly, but her gaze never wavered from my own. "That's what you were told. Do you remember anything from being a kid? Anything prior to Ruth?"I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak.I didn't know. I couldn't know. I was never Ravenna to start with.But I couldn't tell her that."I… don't remember," I said cautiously, hoping that would suffice.Kate leaned forward, intrigued. "You're saying that you don't remember your childhood?"I shook my head, reluctantly.She frowned. "Not even one thing? That's not normal, Ravenna."My heart pounded.She went on, "If I didn't know you, I'd say someone deleted your memories."Something like a knife prodded behind my eyes.A flash.A scream.A mirror.A name I didn't know was yelling in my head.And then it was gone.I wheezed for air.I tried to keep a neutral expression,

   Lyra's POV She didn’t say a word. But her eyes followed every step I took. Kira cleared her throat. “Pack healer. Alpha Ravenna,” she said to the table, her voice even. A few murmurs rippled through the room. Eyes shifted toward me. Some nods. Some stares. Some unreadable expressions. Orion’s gaze met mine. Just for a second. Then he looked back down at the file in front of him. Ruth broke the silence. “Oh. I didn’t know this meeting was open to the newly crowned.” Kira smiled politely. “Health mat

Lyra's POVI wasn't trusting her smile. Not even for a moment.The same lady who had looked at me like dirt hours earlier was now softly brushing hair out of my face like I was her beloved daughter? No. Something was off. Her tone was honeyed, but her eyes rang hollow. There was calculation there, beneath the smile she was attempting to adopt as perfume.The elderly there were scarfing it down, though. One of them even nodded, as if we were finally putting the hatchet to rest. As if that was something I wanted.I didn't speak. I couldn't. If I'd so much as opened my mouth, I had no idea what would come out. A thank you? A threat? A wail?So I smiled. Tight. Controlled. Because if Ruth was going to be sweet, I could pretend to be too."Thanks," I finally said, my voice steady.She smiled broader, but the kind of smile that made me shiver.Her hand lingered a fraction too long before she withdrew it. "You've become something. powerful," she breathed, still loudly enough for the elders t

Lyra's POV I stepped out of the hall, still catching my breath. My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me, and my heart was thudding like I’d just finished a fight instead of whatever that was with Orion. The air on the other side of the hall was different, but it was not much assistance. Keto was nowhere to be seen. Thank the gods. I lacked the strength to lie, or to explain why I had the appearance of a naked man just crawling out of a battlefield. If he pressed too many questions, I did not know if I could pretend, particularly not with the guilt biting at my chest. I took the long way, ducking behind a pillar and then slipping quietly into the corridor going upstairs. But I reached the stairs and hesitated. Kate. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms folded as if she had been waiting there for a while. Her eyes caught mine. "There you are," she said, walking up to me. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you." I blinked. My mind struggled to co