Semua Bab In Love With The Scared Alpha : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Tyris PovI had hoped that this little trick of mine was more than enough to tear Rockan and Lyra apart, but I was wrong. I watched in disappointment as she went running to Rockan after she regained consciousness. My blood boiled with jealousy as they professed an undying love for each other and a promise to stick together. I stormed off, angry that my plan had failed. Fury coursed through my veins like liquid fire. My hands trembled with rage as I slammed my bedroom door, the sound reverberated through the corridor like a gunshot, threatening to rattle the windows. The image of Lyra's tender acceptance of Rockan's scars burned in my mind, each action of hers a fresh wound to my already bleeding pride. Despite my perfect face, I had been unable to win the one woman I cherished. "Damn it all to hell!" My roar was no different from that of a deranged beast as my fist connected with the white wall beside me. The impact sent a sharp pain shooting up my arm, but it was nothing compared to

Bruno’s PovAfter the tense meeting with my father and the Alpha of Blackcrest pack, Freya appeared at the perfect moment to escort me to lunch with my mother. Her presence had become suffocating—a slow poison that drained every ounce of life and will from my spirit. The hatred I harboured for her ran deeper than marrow, though she remained blissfully unaware of the contempt that festered within me.Freya was the antithesis of everything Lyra had been. Where Lyra possessed peace and soft femininity, Freya was all calculated smiles and hollow perfection. The cruel truth wasn't lost on me—ridding myself of Freya would prove infinitely more challenging than casting aside Lyra, my true mate.Lyra's downfall had been her bloodline's connection to traitors; a weakness she had no control over. But Freya's armour was impenetrable; her parents served as Betas to mine, their loyalty beyond question. Our union represented more than mere marriage—it was a political alliance that would fortify the

Freya’s Pov. "Bruno," I breathed, managing a small smile as my heart raced for entirely different reasons. If he had heard the conversation between my mother and me, we would be dead by morning. "What brings you here so late?" I fluttered my lashes in a disarming manner, but Bruno was already over it. "Freya, I need to speak with you, and I demand that you do not interrupt me." Bruno looked me dead in the eye. All traces of the fake smile he had put on earlier at lunch vanished into thin air. He had an aura of authority hanging above his head, and it took all the fibre of my being to fight the urge to show my neck in submission. Mother quickly set down her wine glass and smoothed her skirts. "I'll give you two some privacy," she murmured, gathering her book and gliding toward the back door with practiced grace. I knew she would listen to our conversation, but I did not mind that. “Come on in,” I went to clutch his burly arm, pulling him deeper into the room. He snatched his arm fr

Rockan’s PovAs Lyra walked into my room after collapsing from the terror of seeing my scar with a look of unsettling sobriety, I braced for the inevitable rejection. What destroyed me wasn't her fear—I had grown accustomed to it. What destroyed me was that Tyris reached her first while I stood frozen, watching her eyes widen with revulsion as she backed away like I was some monstrous thing from nightmares.The scar had always been my weakness, though not for the reasons others assumed. I cared nothing for whispered conversations or averted gazes—those reactions served me well, adding to the reputation that made supernatural creatures tremble. The scar's true power over me lay in moments like these, when someone I cared about looked upon it and saw only horror. Yet something extraordinary happened. Against all logic, Lyra began to see past the twisted flesh marking my face. Our relationship, born from conflict and mistrust, transformed into something I had never dared hope for. Each s

Tyris’ PovGetting Lyra to forgive me was a piece of cake. Flowers. They always did the trick. It wasn't difficult getting a love-starved female to crave me again. Lyra was mine, no matter how much she told herself otherwise or how much Rockan tried to prevent it. Watching her eyes light up after receiving my flowers warmed my heart. I did not miss the blush that crept up her cheeks, spreading from the spot where my lips met her fair skin. The features of being a queen began to reflect on her being. She seemed to glow each day. But it only drove a stake through my heart repeatedly to see her happily content with my brother instead of me.So, when I saw her walking to her chamber with a disturbed look, I knew that was the chance I needed to get back into her good books. I could feel the turmoil of her emotions in my soul-perks of being destined mates. Something shifted in the air after Kael’s report. I knew Rockan could feel it too, because the minute Lyra left, he downed a full glass