All Chapters of Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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The Child of Prophecy

Ivy’s POVLyra had always been different, but in the past few weeks, her power had begun to sharpen in ways that frightened me. Not because she was dangerous, but because I remembered what it felt like to grow up watching, judging, whispering about something I didn’t understand.I refused to let her face that alone.“Mom…” Lyra murmured in her sleep, her voice barely a breath. “Silver moon… come closer…”I sat at the edge of her bed, stroking her hair back gently. Damon leaned in the doorway, arms folded, eyes fixed on her small body as if memorizing every rise and fall of her chest.“Again?” he asked, his voice low.“Three times this week,” I whispered. “She kept talking about something in her dreams.”Damon walked inside and crouched beside the bed. “Was she in pain?”“No.”“Was she scared?”I shook my head. “No.”He exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “Then I guess I’m the one panicking.”I gave him a weak smile. “You’re her father. You’re supposed to.”Lyra shifted under the blanket, her f

Echoes Beneath the Lakes

Damon’s POVThe night after Lyra whispered that someone called her from the lake, I didn’t sleep.I stayed by her door until dawn, listening to each soft breath, ready to tear apart anything that came near her. Ivy dozed on a chair beside me, exhaustion pulling at her, but I couldn’t close my eyes.Not when my daughter might already be in danger.When the sun finally rose, faint and pale, Ivy touched my arm. “You need to rest.”“I can’t,” I said. My voice was rough.She didn’t argue, she understood. Lyra had always been powerful, but what she did last night… that was something else entirely.“I’m going back to the lake,” I said quietly.Ivy tensed. “Now?”“Yes.”She hesitated. “Should I come?”“No,” I said immediately. “Stay with Lyra.”Ivy opened her mouth to protest, then stopped. She could sense the storm in me.“Come back quickly,” she whispered, stepping close enough that I felt her breath on my throat. “And don’t shut me out.”“I won’t,” I said, though I knew I already was.I ki

The DreamWalker

Ivy’s POVLyra didn’t sleep peacefully anymore. She tossed, murmured, shifted, sometimes whispering words she shouldn’t know. Damon and I spent the night sitting on either side of her bed again. She lay curled between pillows, fingers twitching like she was touching something in a world we couldn’t see.“What did you see at the lake?” I asked Damon once Lyra finally drifted into deeper sleep. “Tell me everything.”Damon rubbed a hand down his face. “Later.”“No,” I insisted, leaning forward. “Now.”His jaw tightened. “Ivy, you’re stressed, and exhausted..”“I’m also her mother,” I snapped. “Tell me.”He exhaled a long breath, the kind he only let out when he was fighting guilt. “I saw her reflection,” he said quietly. “Not as a baby. Older. Maybe twelve or thirteen.”My skin chilled instantly. “Older? What did she say?”“She warned me something is coming back,” Damon said. His voice lowered. “And she said it might be coming through her.”My chest tightened. “Through her?”“I don’t k

The Council Divided

Damon’s POVI didn’t wait for the council summons. I demanded it.By dawn, every leader of the Dawn Pact filled the circular chamber, witches robed in silver, wolf Alphas from neighboring packs, hybrid representatives newly appointed. And all of them kept glancing at the closed double doors behind me as if Lyra might burst through them in a storm of magic.They weren’t wrong to be nervous, but I felt my wolf bare its teeth at every whispered murmur.Lyra had barely slept after her dreamwalking episode. Ivy held her the entire night, refusing to let go even when her arms ached. I couldn’t blame her. Lyra’s voice still echoed in my head:“He’s coming back.”I stood at the center of the council floor, arms crossed, jaw tight, daring anyone to speak first.Elder Mirella, one of the witch council’s oldest voices, stepped forward, her expression strained. “Alpha Damon… we must address the danger.”“She’s a child,” I said immediately. “Watch your words.”Mirella didn’t flinch. “A child who

Return of Raven

Ivy’s POVThe council chamber was still buzzing with arguments when I finally stepped outside, letting the cold night air hit my face. My pulse was still racing. Damon had nearly torn a witch’s throat out for calling Lyra a threat, and I still felt the echo of the mate bond trembling inside me.I pressed a hand to my chest.“Calm down,” I whispered to myself. “She’s safe. She’s home.”But even as I said it, my instincts tugged in the opposite direction. Lyra’s dreamwalking. Her visions. The phantom reflection at the lake. The dark energy I sensed behind us in the council meeting.Something was coming.I turned toward the path leading back to the Thorne, but the trees rustled sharply above me, too sharply. I froze.A heavy wingbeat broke the silence.I looked up.And there it was.The raven.The same one that had dropped a crystal shard into Lyra’s cradle weeks after her birth, the shard engraved with Kyle’s sigil. Only now it was impossibly larger. Its wings glowed like molten metal,

Moonfire and Blood

Damon’s POVLyra was still standing in the center of the ritual circle, light swirling around her like she had become the moon’s own heartbeat. Ivy reached her first, gathering her into her arms even though the energy was still sparking across Lyra’s skin.I stayed close, ready to shift at the slightest sign of threat.The shard had vanished. But whatever it awakened… that was still here.Ivy stroked Lyra’s hair, whispering, “You’re okay, baby. You’re okay.”Lyra only stared at her palms where the crystal had melted away, murmuring, “He remembers.”Every instinct in me screamed.Something had been set in motion.I pressed a hand against Ivy’s back. “We’re done with rituals tonight. Come inside.”She nodded shakily and held Lyra close. We turned toward the Thorne.A scream tore across the courtyard.Not human. Not a wolf.Something in-between.I spun instantly. Three of Ivy’s guards were running toward us, half-shifting, faces twisted in panic.“Intruder!” one shouted. “By the eastern

The Heir’s Mark

Ivy’s POVIt felt like I was floating inside my own body.Weightless. Soundless. Breathless.But I could hear someone screaming my name, Damon’s voice, raw and breaking. Something warm touched my cheek. Something small clutched my fingers. Lyra.Then a sharp pain stabbed through my chest, dragging me back into myself like I’d been slammed into my own bones.My eyes snapped open.The world came back in pieces, Damon leaning over me, eyes wild; Lyra sobbing against my side; Elara kneeling beside us, chanting under her breath; guards shouting in the distance.My voice cracked. “Damon?”He froze like someone had stopped time. Then he cupped my face and exhaled shakily. “Ivy, don’t ever do that again. I thought I lost you.”Lyra climbed onto my lap, shaking. “Mama, don’t sleep like that. You scared me.”I wrapped my arms around her, though the mark on my chest still burned. “I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”But the moment I touched her, something jolted through us, a pulse of heat

The path of Shadows

Damon’s POV Lyra’s voice echoed in my head long after her body vanished.“Daddy… help.”Then silence.I tore through the forest like something feral, following the silver feathers that kept appearing and burning before I could touch them. Ivy ran beside me until her breath started hitching. I forced myself to stop.“I’ve got this,” I told her. “Stay with your mother. Keep the bond stable.”“No,” Ivy said, gripping my wrist. “We go together.”But the mark over her heart pulsed dangerously, glowing in rhythm with Lyra’s fading presence. I rested my forehead against hers.“If you come, and the tether pulls too hard, you’ll both collapse,” I whispered. “I can’t risk losing you too.”Her eyes filled with pain but she nodded slowly. “Find her. Don’t stop. Not even for a second.”I kissed her, then shifted mid-breath, bones snapping into my wolf. Ivy stepped back, trembling, hands glowing faint silver as if she could still feel Lyra’s heartbeat slipping away.I ran.The forest blurred. The

The Prophecy unfolding

Ivy’s POV Lyra’s feather still lay in Damon’s palm when we returned to the Thorne. I couldn’t look away from it. It pulsed faintly, like it carried her heartbeat inside it, and every pulse made something inside me tighten until I could barely breathe.Damon closed the door of our chamber with his shoulder. He looked exhausted, shaken, and furious at himself all at once. “Ivy,” he said quietly, “we need to talk.”“I know.”He placed the feather on the table gently, like it was a newborn. Then he turned to me. His face softened the second he looked at me fully.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You should’ve been the one to go after her. It should’ve been both of us.”I shook my head. “No. If I had stepped into the Dreamworld with that mark still burning through my chest, you might’ve lost both of us.”His jaw clenched. “I almost lost you anyway.”I sat down and pressed my hands to my forehead. “She wasn’t three, Damon. She wasn’t even close. She looked older. She spoke like she’s lived five

The Two Moons Align

Ivy’s POV The fall into the Shadow Realm didn’t feel like falling. It felt like being torn through my own heartbeat. One moment Damon’s arms were locked around my waist, and the next, everything vanished. No air, no ground, no sound, only a crushing silence that pressed against my skull.Then light blinked into existence.Two moons hung above me, suspended in a sky that wasn’t a sky. One glowed pure white, steady and calm. The other bled red light like it was wounded. Both hung impossibly close, almost touching, almost colliding.And between them…“Lyra,” I whispered.She stood barefoot on a stretch of silver mist, wearing the same nightdress she’d slept in except she looked older again, maybe eight… maybe ten. Her hair moved like it floated underwater, streaked with silver she had never had before.She turned slowly when she heard my voice.“Mama.”My knees almost buckled. I moved to her fast, grabbing her face with shaking hands. “Baby, look at me. Are you hurt? Are you scared? Tel

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