Lahat ng Kabanata ng Second Chance with the Alpha King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

LYRA’S POVMy father’s words slammed into me like a silver bullet. How on earth could Callia be my half-sister?I remembered being eight years old when my father brought a small girl into the packhouse. Her clothes were simple, her brown curls messy, but her eyes were wide with awe.“This is Callia,” my father had said. “She’ll be attending the Werewolf Academy with you. Be kind to her, Lyra.”And I had. I loved her like a sister.I never questioned why. Never wondered why she had finer clothes than the other servants’ children. Never asked why, out of all the pups in the pack, my father made sure to throw her a birthday party every damn year.Now, I saw the truth; my father had taken my mother and I for fools. My father inhaled. “Lyra, Eva… I understand you both may be—”I spun to face him. “How long were you planning to lie to us?”His hands clenched at his sides.“Say something, Father!” I demanded.A muscle in his cheek twitched. Then, at last, he spoke.“I did it for your own g

VALRIK’S POVThe conference room fell silent as I pushed back my chair and rose up to leave. The elders had dragged on about the soldiers’ training regimens long enough. I was done.However, before I could take a step further, I heard one of my elders call out to me.“My King.”I paused, turned, and raised a brow. “Speak.”A heavy sigh passed between them before Elder Soren stepped forward. “The participants of the Queen Luna Selection arrive tomorrow.”I held back a scoff. Was this supposed to be news? I was well aware of the timetable.I leveled him with a sharp stare. “And?”“A formal dinner has been arranged for tomorrow evening,” Elder Soren said. “With all the participants in attendance.”I tilted my head slightly. “You expect me to attend?”“It is tradition, Your Majesty,” another elder, Rys, answered swiftly.Tradition? “I do not concern myself with meaningless gatherings,” I said flatly. “You all may handle the formalities.”“But the ladies have traveled from across the king

LYRA’S POVI stammered, “I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”But the words felt hollow because I couldn’t look away from him. Gods, my legs trembled and I could feel heat pooling between my legs.I had just walked in on a man pleasuring himself. And I had stared—no, Goddess help me, I had enjoyed it. My cheeks burned red with shame. What the hell was wrong with me?And who was this man? I could feel his scent travel deep inside me. It made me ache in places I hadn’t ached before. “I-I should go,” I said, choking on the lump in my throat as I spun on my heel.But I didn’t make it far. In the next breath, a gust of wind slammed the door shut behind me, and then—he was there.He grabbed me and shoved me back against the wall, caging me with his towering, dangerous body. One hand gripped my wrist above my head, the other pressed to the wall beside my face, his bare chest brushing against mine.My breath hitched.Holy hells.He was so close I could taste his scent—earth and danger and se

VALRIK’S POV“She moved,” The doctor said without preamble. “Not much, but the brainwave monitor lit up about twenty minutes ago. We ran a full-body scan. Her vitals are stable… but her neural activity—it spiked. It’s the most we’ve seen since the battle.”My heart clenched.“She’s waking up,” I said, more to myself than to him.“Possibly. But it’s inconsistent. We’ll keep her under observation.” The doctor hesitated. “My King, if I may… we’ve never seen this kind of fluctuation before. I’d like to review other similar coma cases.” I gave a single nod. “Do whatever you need. Spare no resource. Find a way to bring her back.”The doctor bowed slightly and left.And then… it was just me.I walked over to the bed Sybil laid on and sat down beside her. My hand hovered above hers. I didn’t touch her. I couldn’t.Not after what happened earlier.Not after her.The girl. My mate.Igor stirred before I could even form the thought.‘She’s not Sybil.’ He snarled. ‘She’s ours. The real mate—the

LYRA’S POVI had always been fascinated by training ever since I was little.When the other girls were playing dress-up or braiding each other's hair, I was out in the mud, begging my dad to teach me how to fight.He’d laugh and call me stubborn, but he always gave in. I wasn’t satisfied with just learning—I wanted to win. I wanted to be good. No, great.Whenever I actually beat one of the guys in our pack and puffed up with pride, my dad would just chuckle and say, “The real warriors are in the royal palace.”Now, here I was—standing on the training grounds of that very palace. And I was trying not to look like a starstruck idiot.The grounds were massive and dozens of warriors stood around in clumps, casually chatting and stretching. It looked almost normal—like any other training session back home.But the second he stepped onto the field, everything changed.The moment the soldiers spotted Joaz, they snapped into a formation so clean it made my stomach tighten. They saluted him, t