All Chapters of The Alpha’s Untamed Beast is: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

LYRA'S POVIf someone had told me a month ago that Ravenwood would smell of roses and honey cakes instead of blood and paranoia, I'd have laughed.But here we are, banners fluttering, lanterns glowing, and laughter spilling through the pack house like it's been waiting ages to be heard this loud.The mood in the air is bright, buoyant even.It's been three weeks since the proposal– since the pack began counting down to the big wedding.Ethan's idea of a 'small ceremony' as a break from all the wedding planning has somehow turned into a full-blown festival.The entire pack is involved, even the pups are running around in flower crowns, giggling as they trip over themselves.And me? I'm standing in the middle of it all, half in awe, half in excitement.I catch Amanda grinning from across the courtyard, arms crossed. "Don't look so nervous, Lyra. You'd not being fed to a dragon.""Depends." I mumble. "You haven't seen Ethan when he's stressed out about color themes."Amanda laughs, loopi

LYRA'S POV"LYRA IS HUMAN!"It hits like a thunderclap. I can almost feel the tremor ripple through the crowd, a collective gasp slicing through the stillness.Silence falls. The crowd freezes. Dozen eyes turn towards me, wide and questioning.I can feel every gaze snap towards me– confusion, disbelief, horror.Aurora stands there in the middle of it all, basking in the wreckage she's caused, laughing, the sound manic and broken. "There it is. The mighty Alpha's Luna, not a wolf, not a born shifter. Just a fragile little human in a world she doesn't belong in!"My heart shudders, dread weaving through my blood, chest heaving, trying to hold in the sob that's threatening to escape.My vision blurs, fingers twitch at my sides, cold, numbing, shaking.Ethan steps in front of me in an instant, shielding me with his body. His voice booms across the courtyard, deep and dangerous."That's enough!"Ethan roars, his power cracking through air, shaking the ground.The effect of his Alpha tone m

LYRA'S POVThe moment we cross into Silverkeep, the air grows heavy. The scent of authority, of judgement, hangs thick in the wind. Wolves in dark robes line the entrance to the council hall, their gazes sharp and assessing as they watch us arrive.No warmth. No welcome. Just scrutiny.Aurora walks a few steps ahead, flanked by two guards. Her wrists are bound with silver cuffs that shimmer in the light, but even then, she moves with her head held high, her eyes burning with that smug, poisonous confidence. It's like she believed this is her grand stage.I'd thought I'd gotten used to hate– glares, whispers, judgement– but this is different. This is the kind of silence that strips you bare.Ethan's hand brushes against mine as we enter the massive chamber. "Stay close." He murmurs. His tone is calm, but his eyes? Storming.The council chamber is enormous– walls carved with old runes, the crest of every major pack embedded in the marble floor. At the far end sat the council of elders:

DAN'S POVThe forest is too damn quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet– no. This is the kind that presses against your ears, squeezes your lungs, and makes your instincts scream something is wrong.Very wrong.I tighten my grip on the flashlight as it cuts a narrow line through the darkness. Warriors move ahead and behind me, their forms shifting between shadows."Commander Dan." Kade calls from somewhere near the left side of the patrol line."Tracks lead further north, she must've gone through the ridge."I nod, my throat burns just hearing the words. ' She must've gone.' She shouldn't have gone anywhere. Not alone. Not in this state.Not when the world is ready to tear her apart for being human.My jaw clenches.I don't give a damn if she's human.Never have.Never will.Lyra has more spirit, more courage, more fight in her little finger than half the wolves in Silverkeep combined. Anyone who says otherwise, deserves their jaw realigned.Still...I wish she hadn't run. I wish she'd

LUCIEN'S POVDan's snarl is so sharp it slices through the corridor, echoing off the stone walls like claws.Aurora rolls her eyes, because of course she does, arms folded, chin tilted in that "I'm allergic to accountability" angle she's perfected since we were kids.And me?I'm standing right between them, pulse thundering, chest tight– still stinging from her words."You're lecturing me about happiness? Tell me, how's the search for your mate going?" Her mocking pout. "Still no trace? Poor you."She said it like she was flicking lint off her sleeve. Like it meant nothing. Like she didn't just cut me with the one insecurity I never admit out loud.I swallow hard.Not because she's right– the moon goddess and I are on okay terms after all– but because it's Aurora. My twin. My own blood. And somehow she always knows exactly where to strike.But right now?Dan looks one second away from dropping professionalism and ripping her throat out, consequences be damned.And honestly...a tiny pa