All Chapters of The alpha king's slave mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lyra’s povI shot up with a gasp, my heart hammering as if someone had ripped me out of the dream by force. Well technically, that's what happened but that wasn't the point right now.The world around me was dark, the forest thick with shadows and the scent of damp earth. For a moment I couldn’t tell if I was still inside the goddess’s realm or if I had finally returned, but the ache in my body, the way the air bit cold against my skin, told me this was real.I sat up slowly, brushing stray leaves from my hair, and crawled out from the bushes where I had hidden myself. My body trembled, both from exhaustion and the things I had seen in the goddess realm, what I had been told.The goddess’s voice still echoed in my ears. “It has been two days, child. Not hours. Time does not move the same between our realms.”Two days.The realization nearly knocked the breath out of me. Two whole days Garrick had been lying there, maybe fighting for his life—maybe… gods, no. I pressed my palm to my c

Ronan’s POVThe war inside me raged louder than the shouts in the healer’s wing. My crown weighed heavily tonight—not on my head but on my chest, a crushing reminder of the kingdom I swore to protect. Yet my heart beat erratically in my ribcage, drawn toward her. My mate. My ruin. My Lyra.Her eyes… I couldn’t look away. They flickered violently between her normal grey and that strange, unsettling silver. She moved like a whirlwind among my warriors, striking with a desperation that I had never seen before. And despite myself, despite everything, I was astonished. She had no proper training. No years of honing her body into a weapon like my elite guard. Yet here she was disarming, dodging, incapacitating without killing. For every man that fell at her hands, I saw only bruises, broken weapons, unconscious bodies… not graves. She was holding back. Even now, when all odds were against her.And that truth broke me more than anything else. Because it meant she still cared.I clenched my j

Lyra povThe moment his chest heaved, I didn’t think. I couldn’t.“Garrick!” The scream ripped from my throat as I threw myself at him, arms wrapping around his trembling frame. I buried my face into his pale shoulder, sobbing, shaking, unable to believe he was warm beneath my touch. Not cold. Not lifeless. Alive.My tears drenched him as I clung on, afraid that if I let go, he would slip away again. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over, the words tumbling out between broken cries. “I’m so sorry, Garrick. Please… please be okay.”His arms twitched, slow and sluggish, but then one lifted—weak and trembling—and brushed against my back. That small motion nearly shattered me.I pulled away just enough to see his face. His eyes were hazy, but there was recognition there. The pale blue I’d thought I would never see again blinked at me, confused and dazed. His lips moved, voice scratchy and broken.“Ly… Lyra?”I nodded furiously, tears spilling faster. “Yes! Yes, it’s me,” I choked o

Lyra’s POVThe cold became a part of me. It sank into my skin, seeped into my veins, and wrapped itself around my heart like chains. Down here, in the belly of the dungeons, there was no escape from it.No fire. No light. No sound beyond the occasional drip of water somewhere in the distance. Just the suffocating dark and the stench of damp stone.I didn’t know how long I’d been here. Minutes? Hours? Days? It could have been any of them, it could have been all of them. Time didn’t flow the same way in the dark. There was no sunlight to count, no moonlight to cling to. It was so silent that even when my heart was calm, I could still hear it. I couldn't even see my body, it was terrifying and calming at the same time.I just… floated.I pressed my knees tighter to my chest and tried to focus on something—anything—other than the ache gnawing at me from within. I tried to reach out to Ember but even she was quiet.Her presence had dimmed to a faint pull after Garrick. Bringing him back

Lyra’s POV“Come.” Ronan said surprisingly, arms stretched wide.Did he… was he… wait, is he asking me to hug him?He cocked an eyebrow as he waited, I saw the nobles stare at me blankly while Aldric gave me an encouraging smile.I don't know how long I stood frozen but soon enough Garrick goarned in fake frustration giving me a slight push making me stumble in the direction of Ronan.“Move it, Lyra. Or are you waiting until all our hairs turn grey before you make a move?” He complained.Even the usual strict nobles chuckled slightly at his comment. I shot him a quick glare then turned to Ronan.“My arms are getting tired, Lyra.” He joked.Shakily, I put one leg in front of the other. Taking small steps until I was an arm away from him. He shook his head with a smile then pulled me into his arms.I froze at the sudden movement. He leaned down, resting his head in the side of my neck. “Relax.” He breathed.That was all it took for me to melt into his arms, his scent enveloped me, warm