All Chapters of The Alpha's Fated Desire: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

{Dominic}The car hummed beneath me, quiet and smooth like it had secrets to keep. Outside the window, Crownshaven was beginning to look like itself again—at least, the version of itself not buried under ash and blood.New paint-coated storefronts, scaffolding hugged half-built walls, and laughter echoed faintly from a rebuilt café we’d driven past just minutes ago. Not long ago, those same streets had run with fear. Now, it was flower carts and scaffolding and that faint sound of a violin being played badly somewhere down the block.Progress. Expensive, slow, beautiful progress.My hand twitched against the leather seat, and I felt fingers tighten around mine—soft, warm, familiar. I glanced sideways.Lyra didn’t look at me. Her gaze stayed fixed on the other side of the window, eyes tracing the skyline like she was seeing something beyond the glass. But her fingers were tangled with mine, and they had no intention of letting go.I gave her fingers a playful tug.She turned her head,

{Lyra}I stood in an open space with no ceiling, just the open sky and horizon for miles. Surrounded by strangers breathing heavy, full of some emotion, and I'm thinking... I know... in a couple of minutes I'm going to feel better.All of us paused, looking down the slope with that shared expression.Terror. Excitement. Anticipation.‘In three, two, one..’The whistle sounded and screams followed We shot down the slope like bullets.I screamed louder than anyone else, arms flailing for a moment until I got the right balance. Knees bent, body leaned slightly forward. Let the board do the work. This wasn’t my first time skiing… but it had been a while. A long while. I wasn’t sure whether I was trembling from the cold or the thrill of it all.Around me, bright jackets blurred past like streaks of color in a painting. Isaac zoomed ahead of me, yelling something about being “the Snow King,” while Odessa nearly fell but twisted into a surprisingly graceful spin that had Myra clapping like a

{Lyra}At first, I thought I was being dramatic. The black car had stayed behind us since the manor, sure. But maybe that was just… a coincidence. A tourist, or some nosy Frostvale local. Someone who liked tinted windows and slow driving. Totally normal, right?Until it changed lanes when we did. Then slowed when we did. Even freaking turned—twice—when we did.I shifted slightly in the seat, letting my head rest against the window like I was admiring the snowfall. In reality, my fingers were busy under my coat, swiping into my phone.“Did you send a security car to tail us?” Dominic - No. Why?“There’s a black car behind us. And it won’t leave. Been there since we left.”Dominic - Stay calm. Stay visible. Stay with the girls. And whatever you do, don’t panic. I’m handling it.I swallowed hard, locking the phone and sliding it into my coat discreetly.“Everything okay?” Odessa asked beside me, mid-laugh, as Lena tried to balance a mini champagne bottle on her head.“Yep,” I said, inj

{Dominic}Call me crazy—people usually do—but tonight, I didn’t care if this whole thing looked like a scene from an over-the-top romance movie. I wanted her to remember it forever. The hardest part had been convincing everyone to keep their mouths shut, flying people from Crownshaven to Frostvale without her catching wind of it, and somehow managing to pull off an entire wedding ceremony in the middle of a forest without her setting me on fire with one of those spells of hers.It might’ve been reckless, unnecessary, even a little insane—but I wasn’t married to Lyra Graves. I was married to Evangeline Wolfe. And that honestly didn't sit right with me.Now, under the glow of a silver moon, with the scent of pine and frost curling in the cold air, I stood at the altar staring into the wide, shimmering eyes of my bride. My real bride.She still looked a little confused, probably still replaying the whole fake kidnapping in her head, but her lips were curved in the smallest, most hesitan

{Dominic}I smiled as I leaned into her. There was just something about her that kept drawing me in, and I couldn't help but want it.She smiled softly, but her eyes were filled with need; she spread her legs open for me, and I dived in. I felt the head of my penis touch her lips, they parted, and then I slowly penetrated her.Once again, Lyra let out a moan—"Unnngh..." and her hands grabbed my arms tighter. I pushed all the way in, and she took in all of me.Her body opened up, releasing all the tension, and the muscles of her vagina loosened. Her pussy had wrapped around my cock like a welcoming hand, gripping and pulling him. Deep inside, I lay there for a moment, unmoving, as I waited for her to accept my entrance. Lyra relaxed and sank into the feeling. She exhaled and opened her eyes to search for my dark blue ones. She lifted her hands from my arms and put them on my cheeks to hold my face to hers.Slowly I pulled back, slid my penis from her, and pushed forward, moving deep i