All Chapters of In Love With The Scared Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyra povThe forest was alive with whispers. Lyra moved cautiously, her bare feet brushing against the dew-dampened leaves, every sound amplified in the stillness of the night. Moonlight filtered through the thick canopy, casting silver streaks across her path, yet no amount of light could pierce the unease curling in her stomach. Something or someone was calling to her. Not a voice, not a sound she could explain, but a tug deep in her chest, subtle at first, growing stronger with each hesitant step.Her wolf stirred uneasily, ears flattening against the back of her skull. Follow it… it seemed to hiss, a low, instinctual warning. Lyra clenched her fists at her sides, suppressing the sudden shiver racing through her body. She had never felt anything like this before. Not the night Rockan had claimed her. Not Tyris’ possessive anger. This… this was different. It wasn’t desire. It was a summons ancient, magnetic, and undeniably dangerous.The further she walked, the more the forest seem

Tyris’ POVThe cold night air bit at my skin as I prowled the perimeter of the northern woods, my senses stretched taut. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, could mean Marcus or worse, one of Rockan’s hunters. The moon hung low, casting silver light across the frost-laden ground, illuminating the path ahead and sharpening every shadow. My teeth ground together as I clenched the phone in my hand, Scar’s last words echoing in my mind. “Consider your problem solved, my lord.”But Marcus wasn’t dead yet. Not if I had anything to do with it. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and hungry for the chase, urging me to move faster, strike sooner. I swallowed the rage and fear twisting my gut and reminded myself: precision, not impulse. If I lost control, I would destroy everything I’d worked for including the fragile chance I still had with Lyra.I paused atop a small rise, scanning the abandoned hunting lodge that Scar had marked on the map. The wind carried the faintest trace

Marcus’ POVPain has a sound.It isn’t a scream, or a gasp, or even the groan stuck behind my teeth as I drag myself across the uneven forest floor.Pain sounds like leaves crunching beneath your palms when every movement grinds bone against torn muscle…like your heartbeat slamming against your ribs with the force of a war drum…like the wind whispering a warning you are too weak to obey.I should be dead.Scar was supposed to make sure of that.The memory hits hard and sharp the flash of steel, the glint of recognition in his eyes, the betrayal on his face, the words he spat like poison:“Your Beta sends his regards.”My Beta.My employer.My brother-in-arms for sixteen years.The man I trusted with my life trusted so deeply that his betrayal feels like a blade still lodged in my gut.I stagger forward, one hand clutching a tree trunk slick with moss. My vision doubles, then triples. Every breath is fire. My body is a map of wounds, some deep, some blistered, others raw from claw or

Tyris’ POVThe forest was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace…The kind that hid predators.The kind that whispered warnings.The kind that felt like it had teeth.My boots sank into damp soil as I approached the abandoned shed Marcus’ pathetic little hideout though I doubted he had enough strength left to crawl, much less fight. Scar’s handiwork hadn’t been subtle. The bastard took pleasure in dragging out a kill, and normally I would’ve appreciated the artistry.But right now, I needed the job *done*.Clean.Final.Untraceable.Marcus had outlived his usefulness the moment he panicked and attacked Kael. That mistake had set off a chain reaction I could barely contain. Now Rockan wanted the rogue alive. Now Lyra was getting too close. Now Kael remembered far too much.Loose ends everywhere.And loose ends had to be cut.I adjusted the dagger hidden inside my sleeve, stepping around a fallen tree as the shed finally came into view weather-beaten wood, a sagging roof,

Rockan’s POVLyra’s body went slack in my arms.One second, she was burning glowing alive with something ancient and terrifying, and the next, she folded into me like every tendon had been cut at once. Her head dropped against my chest, breath shallow, eyelashes trembling as if even the act of dreaming was too heavy for her.For a heartbeat, for a single terrible heartbeat, I thought I’d lost her.“No no, no, no. Lyra.”My voice broke in a way it hadn’t in decades. I gathered her closer, one arm beneath her knees, the other tight around her back as if I could physically hold her soul inside her body.Her skin felt… wrong.Warm and cold at the same time, like standing in the middle of a storm that couldn’t decide which season it belonged to. Electricity crawled faintly beneath her skin, almost ticklish, and every few seconds a shimmer rippled across her body like a ghost of the light that had exploded from her moments before.I lifted my head, snarling into the air.“What did you do t