บททั้งหมดของ Dreamt My Alpha Mate: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 138

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

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

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

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