All Chapters of The Alpha’s Untamed Beast is: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

LYRA'S POVThe first thing I notice when I come to is warmth. Not the kind that comes from sunlight, but the kind that wraps around you like a living shield.I stir in bed, feeling around for my pillow, and sigh contently as I snuggle back into it.For some reason, my pillow feels humanly warm… Like it was breathing– and then I realize– I'm not in my room.Shit! My eyes fly open as I go stiff, memories of last night crashing through my mind.Clara. The scream. The mirror. Her shaking hands.Then Ethan. His room. His warmth. His ridiculously unfair chest.Ethan had wanted to leave his bed to me last night, but I had vehemently stood against it.It was freezing cold! And the bed was more than big enough for the both of us, so why would I agree to him sleeping on the couch, or worse floor when we could just share?And so after a few good rounds of him trying to refuse and continuously failing to my never-ending insistence, he gave in.But now, it seems the wall of pillows I'd been the on

ETHAN'S POVThe air shifts.That subtle but unmistakable drop in energy– like the calm before a storm, sort of.I immediately straighten, arms tightening around Lyra protectively as I take in the guards' expression.He's pale. Too pale. His eyes wide, glassy with something between fear and disbelief, and I feel all my instincts immediately snap to high alert.“What happened?” I demand, feeling Lyra tense up even more beside me.He swallows, chest heaving. “It's the northern clearing. The warded section you ordered patrols around. We found something…sir, I don't know how to explain it–”My pulse ticks up a notch. “Show me.” I cut him off, not wanting to wait for any more explanation.Lyra grabs my hand before I can leave. “I'm coming with you.”I open my mouth to argue– but I see the gleam in her eyes. That deep-rooted resolve that'd always, always win.I nod once, press a kiss to her temple as we both follow the guard out of the training center and into the open courtyard.We walk for

LYRA'S POVThe morning light slips through the open curtains. A golden haze stretching across the room and slipping lazily over Ethan's bed.I blink awake slowly, breathing in the soft scent of his cologne tangled in pine and warmth. The kind of scent that makes your chest ache in the best way.The sheets are a mess, one of his arms thrown around my waist, holding me hostage in the best possible way.He's on his back, hair damp from the shower last night, his face is relaxed in sleep, jaw less tense, lashes long and dark against his cheek. This version of him is unburdened, peaceful– rare. And so, so beautiful.There's something so boyish about watching Ethan sleep. Like the alpha armor falls off and I get off the man beneath.I smile and shift just enough to reach up and brush a lock of hair away from his forehead. He stirs slightly, tightening his hold on me like some part of him knows I'm trying to move. I give up quickly because honestly? There's nowhere else I'd rather be.I stay