Semua Bab Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Damon’s POVThe moment the sky split open, I felt it.Not a pull.Not a whisper.A detonation inside the bond.I staggered, gripping the edge of the stone balcony overlooking Golden Valley as the air rippled with silver heat. Every wolf in the courtyard below froze at once, ears raised, tails low, eyes turning toward the heavens. The witches on the tower steps gasped, clutching their runes as the moonlight twisted into twin spirals.My chest throbbed.Not pain.Recognition.“Ivy,” I breathed.The bond flared again, sharp and bright, and I dropped to one knee because it felt like someone had reached inside my ribs and squeezed. Kara ran up the stairs behind me with half the guard, breathless.“What’s happening?” she asked.“Ivy and Lyra,” I said, gripping the railing harder. “They’re coming back.”“How can you know?”“Because my bond isn’t just burning,” I said through my teeth. “It’s alive.”The ground trembled. Wolves growled low, confused, restless. The witches formed a ring around

Ivy’s POVSix years passed like a single breath.A long, calm breath that Golden Valley had never known before.The world softened in those years. Wolves and witches traded freely in the markets. Children with wolf ears and glowing fingertips played tag under the twin moons. The valley, once scarred by war, now pulsed with life again, lush, warm, forgiving.And at the center of that peace was my daughter.Lyra Thorne.Bright.Willful.Endlessly curious.Adored by every wolf and every witch she walked past.I watched her from the balcony as she chased Rowan’s wolf pup, now grown, stubborn, and fully convinced he was her guard dog. Lyra squealed in laughter as she ran, silver light trailing behind her fingers.Damon stepped beside me, crossing his arms as he watched them. “She’s faster this year.”“She’s faster every year,” I murmured.“She’s also braver,” he said. “Too brave.”I nudged him. “She’s six. She’s supposed to be brave.”He gave me a sideways look. “She isn’t brave like a chi

Ivy’s POV“Lyra!”Her scream tore through the hallway before I fully woke. I pushed the door open so fast it slammed against the wall. The entire room trembled, moonlight flickering like snapped strings, colors twisting around her bed like threads of silver and red fighting each other.Lyra sat upright, hair plastered to her face, eyes glowing faint gold. She was shaking… and the air around her felt wrong. Too sharp. Too charged. Too familiar.“Baby,” I whispered, climbing onto the bed and pulling her to my chest. “I’m here. I’m right here.”She didn’t hug me back at first. Her hands were frozen in front of her like she’d tried to hold something in her dream and brought the shape into waking.“Mama… the moons,” she choked out. “They hit each other. They hit each other and everything broke.”Her voice trembled on every word. I wiped her face gently. “Slow down. Tell me again.”“They weren’t supposed to collide,” she said. “But the white one moved. And the red one screamed. They smashed

Ivy’s POVThe mark on my palm wouldn’t stop pulsing. It wasn’t painful, but it felt alive, like something pacing beneath my skin. Damon kept glancing at my hand as we prepared for the morning council, and although he tried to hide it, fear kept slipping into his eyes.Before either of us could say anything, Gemma burst through the door.“We have a problem,” she said, breathless. “A big one.”Damon straightened immediately. “What happened?”“Rogue hybrids,” Gemma answered. “They hit two border villages before dawn.”My stomach tightened. “Rogues? From where? There haven’t been any hybrid factions since the war.”“That’s the problem,” Gemma said, shaking her head. “They’re calling themselves the Moonless Ones. And they took prisoners.”Damon cursed under his breath. “How many?”“Twenty. Maybe more. They left one guard alive just to deliver a message.” Gemma looked at me. “And it was for you.”My throat tightened. “What message?”Gemma hesitated. “They said… ‘Tell the Bridge we rise for

Ivy’s POVSleep didn’t come that night.Not after Seren’s face. Not after her voice. Not after hearing her call herself daughter.I lay beside Damon, staring at the ceiling, Lyra curled between us with her tiny hand gripping my shirt like she feared the night itself. Damon kept his arm around both of us, but his breathing was tense, too controlled to be real sleep.“Damon,” I whispered.He didn’t open his eyes. “I know. I’m thinking about it too.”“Seren… she wasn’t lying.”His jaw clenched. “I hate that she looks like you.”“I know.”“And I hate what she said even more.”“I know.”Lyra stirred softly, mumbling in her sleep. “Mama… don’t let her fall…”Damon and I shared a look. We didn’t need the bond to tell us she wasn’t talking about a dream. Our daughter never dreamed normal dreams.He brushed a hand through her hair. “Get some rest,” he murmured. “I’ll stay awake.”But I couldn’t rest, not with the sigil glowing faintly on my palm and Seren’s last words echoing through my head.