Semua Bab In Love With The Scared Alpha : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter TwoThe blaring alarm pierced the silence of the tiny basement room, jolting Lyra awake. She felt the weight of exhaustion tugging at her, but there was no time to linger in bed—not with the threat of her aunt’s stinging slap echoing in her mind. Lyra had always felt alone and worthless ever since her parents’ death when she was four years old. Though her aunt and uncle took her in the aftermath of the tragedy, they treated her with disdain, less like family and more like a servant, relegating her to cooking and cleaning duties.With a groan, Lyra pushed herself off the bed and shuffled toward the cramped bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting the water cascade over her momentarily before rushing out, urgency propelling her movements. With every memory of her maltreatment burning in her mind, Lyra knew she wasn’t ready to endure another beating. She hurried to prepare for the day ahead as her heart pounded with urgency, determined to avoid confrontation.Lyra slipped into

After a day of exhausting Labor at the Alpha's manor, Lyra was directed to a cramped corner in one of the smallest rooms in the house, a space she had to share with four other girls. She carefully stepped over their sleeping forms to reach her designated spot. The poorly ventilated room made breathing difficult, and she felt light-headed as she settled down.Lyra forced herself to lie on the stone-cold floor, turning her mind to more pleasant thoughts—thoughts of Bruno and his intoxicating scent. While cleaning his room earlier, she had been tempted to open his closet, steal a shirt, and bury her face in it. It was strange to harbor such feelings for someone she had never met, yet his scent lingered in her mind, and she longed to meet him, to be near him, to finally see him.With the Alpha's son occupying her thoughts, Lyra drifted into a peaceful sleep, only to be jolted awake by a splash of ice-cold water and a sharp kick to her side."Wake up, you lazy girl!" Beatrice's voice bello

ROCKAN’S POVThe nightmare clutched me in its familiar grip. That accursed beast attacked me again, its razor claws unsheathed as its massive paws delivered their lethal strike. Hot tears of agony filled my eyes as pain tore through my flesh, and terror clawed its way up my throat in a primal scream. But the voice that echoed in my ears was not that of the terrified teenager I once was—it belonged to the man I've become. Before I could process this revelation, the dream collapsed into a swirling vortex, sucking my soul downward until I crashed back into my sleeping form, sprawled across the luxurious expanse of my king-sized bed.A persistent knocking invades my consciousness, each rap against the door sending splinters of pain through my already throbbing skull. I groaned and rolled away from the sound, pressing a silken pillow over my head in a futile attempt to silence the world. Perhaps if I ignored the intrusion long enough, whoever dared disturb my nap would simply evaporate int

TYRIS POV Uncontrollable rage raked through every inch of my being as Rockan claimed my mate for himself. Why he did it was beyond me, and I was determined to find out. In the meantime, I kept my expression as stoic as ever, barely concealing my anger in my balled-up fists. I watched in pain as my brother continued performing acts of affection toward my mate. One minute, he kissed her hand; the next, he drew circles on her arm. After a few more minutes of the Elders paying their obeisance to her, Lyra was led by two female servants to her chambers, where she would be treated like a queen and bathed in special oils before being presented to Rockan. Unable to control the turbulent emotions rising within me, I approached Rockan. "We need to talk, brother," I whispered into his ear through gritted teeth, veins popping out. "Sure." Rockan noticed the animosity in my eyes as he stood up to meet my gaze. He was an inch taller than I, but I refused to back down. What is the meaning

Rockan’s povAfter my argument with Tyris, I stormed off to my room with a clouded mind. This selection process may have been a mistake. Never in my dreams would I have imagined that my destined mate would also be mated to my younger brother. The moon goddess does like to play cruel games with our fates. I could feel my rage rising with each second as thoughts of the coming days plagued my mind. The promise I made to Tyris echoed in my head repeatedly, and I wondered if I could fulfill it. Staying away from Lyra was going to be a difficult task. Once in my room, I poured myself a glass of the specially brewed liquor meant to keep my beast at bay. After downing two glasses of it, I stripped and headed to the bathroom, intending to take one of the coldest showers I have ever had. My mind wandered to Lyra and the old, rumpled dress she wore. Even in that miserable state, she still looked beautiful. Her scent was intoxicating. It kept me mesmerised. The other females at the ball could bu