Semua Bab Mistaken by fate(the Lycans curse): Bab 41 - Bab 46

Lyra’s POV The words came slowly at first, halting, as if they’d been buried too deep for too long. But once they began, they poured out—raw, trembling, unstoppable. “After my mom’s death,” I began, voice fragile, “growing up alone was something I swore I’d never go through again. Living like a curse in your own pack… it wasn’t a feeling of home. I struggled to survive every day. Sometimes I’d imagine what it would’ve felt like to have a family—one that loved me without condition.” My chest tightened as the memories surfaced—cold nights, harsh whispers, the loneliness that had hollowed me out. That was all I could bring myself to share. I couldn’t mention my twin yet. Not until I knew she was safe. Dax’s hand traced gentle circles on my back, his warmth grounding me when my voice faltered. “Did you have any plans for your future?” he asked softly, genuine curiosity in his tone. For a moment, I allowed myself to remember the dream I once held close. “I wanted to be a healer

Lyra’s POV I rested my hands on his shoulders, feeling the pull between us but still cautious. “I… I want you too, Kael,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “But I just need a bit more time.” Kael’s eyes softened, the teasing glint fading into something quiet and understanding. He nodded once, then pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me protectively. “It’s alright,” he murmured. “You set the pace, Lyra. I’ll wait.” That simple promise unraveled something inside me. For so long, every touch had felt like a demand, every word a weapon, but now, I was being offered patience. A choice. And for the first time, I believed it might be real. The warmth of his embrace sank deep, easing the ache I hadn’t realized I still carried. Maybe, just maybe, I was safe here. I slipped from Kael’s lap and returned to my seat, my cheeks still flushed, the weight of their gazes lingering on me. Dax’s grin was boyish, full of pride, while Ronon’s eyes, dark and steady, watched me with an

Lyra’s POV The bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped into Martha’s shop. The air was thick with earthy scents—lavender, cedar, and something faintly sweet—and every surface was alive with color. Vines trailed from hanging pots, sunlight spilling through the windows to kiss petals of wildflowers in every shade imaginable. It felt peaceful here, almost sacred, like the air itself had been blessed by calm hands. As soon as she spotted me, Martha’s face brightened, her smile warm and genuine. “Lyra!” she exclaimed, rounding the counter before I could respond. She wrapped me in a tight hug, smelling faintly of rosemary and honey. “I missed you.” Her warmth caught me off guard, but I returned the embrace, letting her kindness melt a little of the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. When we finally pulled apart, her bright eyes gleamed with amusement. “Alpha Kael?” she teased, arching a knowing brow. My cheeks warmed instantly. “What?” I asked, though the word ca