All Chapters of The Alpha’s Untamed Beast is: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ETHAN'S POVThe silence that followed the massacre, days later, was deafening, but it wasn't the kind of silence that brought peace.It was the kind that gnawed at your nerves, poking at every crack in your mind, making everything feel fragile.“The dead aren't just bodies– they feel like a message.” Julian mutters as we sit in my study.I nod in agreement. It was indeed a message – one I couldn't quite read, but I knew enough to understand its weight.We were trying to go over some reports that tied back to the un-tackled matters at hand.The major reason behind his visit to Ravenwood in the first place, forced aside for now.“The more I think about it, the more it doesn't add up.” I muse, focusing my attention on the report Dan had compiled in of that day. “No signs of struggle. No scent trail. Just bodies, lifeless and grotesque in their finality. One heart ripped out.” I groan, running a hand across my face in frustration.“The rogues aren't this organized. Whoever did this, has e

LYRA'S POV“What do you mean?” His voice is low– too low.“I've been receiving some things… messages – cryptic notes. Nothing direct, but bits and pieces here linking back to mum.” He clears his throat at this, pulling his hand out of my hold.My frown deepens as I rise to my feet, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance.“There's nothing more to your mother's passing. She died a noble death– trying to protect silvermoon.” He pauses with a deep sigh, running a hand across his face.“Whoever is doing all that is trying to play games with your mind– very cruel ones.” He finishes, and I let out a scoff in disbelief.It was so clear that he was lying to me. The way his voice was unusually low– the smile that he was forcing across his face that didn't meet his eyes– the way his hand laid by his side on the bed kept fidgeting.“Why are you refusing to tell me what you know Dad? First– Amanda ran away. Now– you're lying right to my face.” My voice shakes, tears clogging up in my throat.

LYRA'S POVEthan's grip on my hand is firm, but gentle, like he knew I might spook and vanish into thin air if given the chance.He leads me past the training fields and down one of the lesser-used paths by the gardens, our steps crunching softly over the gravel as the sun filters through the trees above us.“I don't bite, you know.” He says over his shoulder, flashing me an annoyingly charming half-smile that surprises me.“I mean, you kind of do.” I mutter, just loud enough.He chuckles. “Only when provoked.”Goddess. I needed to focus. Not get lost in his voice. Or his arms. Or his jawline… definitely not the jawline.Focus woman…We finally stop before a small stone cottage tucked behind the pack greenhouse. Vines curled up the sides of the walls, and wildflowers had claimed whatever space the stones didn't.“I used to sneak off here when I was younger.” Ethan says, pushing open the creaky door and waving me in. “Before I was Alpha. Before… everything.”I step inside, blinking aga

ETHAN'S POV. Our eyes meet across the room. Lyra's wide with shock. Betrayal. Hurt. And then she's gone. Damn it! I don't remember moving. One second I'm watching Lyra walk away– the next I'm shoving Aurora back, hard enough that she stumbles into my desk. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” I growl, my hand locking around her throat. “I– I'm sorry. I thought–” she wheezes, my hold tightening with every passing second. “Never again.” I snarl at her, my eyes blazing with rage. “Try something like this next time.” I pause, leaning in closer so she can see how much of a storm is burning through my wolf. "And I'll rip your fucking throat out. I let her go violently, walking away without sparing her a second glance, before I could make good on that threat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! My hands itched with the need snap Aurora's fucking head off as I storm down the hallways, rage like venom in my veins. What the hell had she been thinking? That throwing herself at me so abruptly wo

ETHAN'S POV The sound comes first. A splash– louder than it should be. Violent. Not playful, not casual. The kind that stills the air and sets your instincts on fire. And it came from the riverside. I'm already running. I don't think. I just move. My heart rockets against my ribs as I push through the crowd, my legs carrying me faster than my mind can catch up. Lyra– she had been heading toward the river. I'd seen her walking off. Alone. Her dress flowing behind her, her back stiff with something unresolved, tension maybe… And now– “Move!” I snarl at a group of trainees blocking the path, barrelling past them like they weren't even there. I'm almost there when I see her. A flash of pale skin beneath the surface. Limbs slack. Hair floating like black ink in water. No. No. No. I hurl myself into the river, the shock of the cold water slicing through me like knives. The current isn't fast, but it's murky. Shadows flicker in the depths, and for an awful second, I can't find