All Chapters of In Love With The Scared Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ROKHAN’S POV…But even as the council dissolved into movement voices overlapping, maps sliding, scouts sprinting down hallways the weight of the revelation settled like stone in my gut.Someone wanted me taken. Not killed. Taken.My father once told me that death is easy to fight. Death is simple. It comes, you resist, it takes you or it doesn’t.But capture capture is a thousand deaths stretched across the bones of your sanity.I felt Lyra’s hand still in mine.Warm. Real. Anchoring.She squeezed it once before letting go. Not because she wanted to… but because we both knew too many eyes were on us. Too many assumptions. Too many secrets already hovering like ghosts thick enough to choke on.Tyris rolled up the new map and stepped closer to me. Sometimes I wondered if he did it deliberately the way he stood just a fraction too close, like he wanted to remind me that he and Lyra had fought wars together long before I stepped into this story.He lowered his voice. “You need to stay ins

Rockan’s POVThe lights died so completely that for one suspended heartbeat, even my wolf went silent.Darkness like this wasn’t natural.It wasn’t a simple power failure.It was intentional precise, consuming, engineered to disorient.I tightened my hold on Lyra, reflexively pulling her behind me as my senses sharpened. My vision adjusted faster than a human’s would, but even for a Terrian blooded Alpha, this darkness pressed like a physical weight. It tasted wrong. Metallic. Cloying. A shadow with a heartbeat.“Rockan…?” Lyra whispered from behind my shoulder, her trembling fingers curling into my shirt.That single, fragile sound did more to ignite my instincts than any enemy ever had.I positioned myself in front of her, muscles tensed, every protective instinct blazing through my veins.“It’s alright,” I murmured, though it wasn’t. “Stay behind me, don’t move.”I listened deeply, the way my father taught me, the way the Alpha King in me had perfected.At first there was nothin

LYRA’S POVDarkness swallowed everything.Not the normal kind the kind you blink through, the kind your eyes adjust to.No, this darkness felt alive. Heavy. Wet. Throbbing like a heartbeat.For a moment I wasn’t sure if I was standing or falling.All I could feel was the hot, shaking grip of Tyris’s hand tangled in mine, and the heat of Rockan’s presence somewhere close sharp, protective, furious. Their breaths were the only proof that I wasn’t already lost to the thing crawling inside me.Then something moved in the dark.A scrape.A sigh.A whisper that wasn’t mine, but came from deep behind my ribs.He fears you now.I stiffened. Not again.“Lyra?” Tyris’s voice cut through the shadows, strained. “Lyra, stay with me.”I swallowed the tremor crawling up my throat. “I’m here.”His grip tightened like he was afraid I’d vanish.Rockan shifted in front of us. I heard the faint slide of his boots on stone, the slow exhale through his nose as he prepared for impact. His silhouette glowed

Lyra’s POVI woke up with the unsettling certainty that my body no longer belonged entirely to me.It wasn’t pain that pulled me from sleep. It wasn’t fear, either at least not at first. It was awareness. A sharp, invasive awareness, like something beneath my skin had opened its eyes before I did and was now waiting patiently for me to catch up.The ceiling above me swam in and out of focus, carved stone etched with ancient patterns that glimmered faintly in the low light. For a few heartbeats, I didn’t recognize where I was. Then memory slammed into me with brutal force the fortress, the chamber, the symbols reacting to my touch, Edrien’s knowing gaze.Rockan.I tried to sit up.The world lurched violently, my vision tilting as if the ground itself had shifted. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as heat surged through my veins not the feverish kind, but something brighter, denser. It raced along my spine, down my arms, into my fingertips like lightning looking for a place to strike.“E

Rockan’s POVThe room felt like it was breathing.Stone walls that had stood for centuries pulsed faintly, ancient sigils glowing and dimming in time with the power rolling off Lyra’s body. I had seen magic before rituals, bindings, wardcraft but this was different. This wasn’t something being *cast*. It was something waking up.Lyra stood at the center of it all, moonfire coiling around her like a living crown. She didn’t look fragile. She didn’t look possessed. She looked… inevitable.And standing a few steps away from her, wearing that infuriating, knowing smile, was Edrien.Every instinct I had screamed to tear him apart where he stood.I moved without thinking, shifting my weight forward, but the moment my foot hit the stone, the air thickened around me like invisible chains. Not painful. Not violent.Restraining.Lyra’s head snapped toward me instantly.“Don’t,” she said. One word. Calm. Absolute.I froze.Not because I was weak. Not because I was afraid.But because for the fir