Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate's Father Claimed Me: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

 Lyra POVThe silence in the vault was not harmony.It was a burial.I stood before the obsidian wall, the air stale and tasting of centuries of undisturbed dust. My reflection in the polished black stone looked like a stranger—a woman with wild hair and eyes that had seen the other side of death. Above me, the weight of the entire Sunken Grove pressed down, miles of dirt and root separating me from the sky. And yet, I could feel the vibrations of the war raging above.I could feel the frantic, galloping heartbeat of the pack.The searing heat of Kael’s rage, burning like a star in the night.And most terrifying of all—

POV: Kael “Don’t breathe too deeply,” I said. “This place remembers lungs.” Lyra’s fingers tightened in mine, that was her answer. The Dead Lands did not announce themselves with fire or thunder. There was no dramatic threshold, no wall of flame. One step, and the world simply… stopped trying to live. The sky dulled into a colorless smear, like ash rubbed into bruised glass, the ground was cracked and pale, littered with fragments that might have been stone or might have been bone. The air tasted wrong; dry, metallic, ancient as if every breath scraped prayer off the inside of my chest. Lyra didn’t

 POV: Kenny“The bad man told me I was going to be a King, but all I wanted was the smell of my mommy’s hair and the sound of my daddy’s growl.”The room was too big.That was the first thing I noticed when they brought me here. The ceiling stretched so high it made my neck hurt when I tried to look at it, all sharp stone and moving shadows that crawled like bugs. The floor was cold, colder than the night stones back home, and even through my socks, it bit into my feet.I hugged my arms around myself.The air smelled wrong, not like trees or fire or bread. It smelled like metal and smoke and something old, something sad, It smelled like the feeling I got when I woke up alon

 POV: Kael“My father was a monster,” I said, my voice carrying across the wasteland despite the screaming wind, “but the thing standing in front of me now is a nightmare wearing his skin.”Darius stood at the edge of the Dead Lands’ highest ridge, his massive silhouette cutting into the bruised sky like a wound that refused to close. The Void wrapped around him in slow, deliberate coils, seeping into his flesh, reshaping him with every breath. His body was no longer entirely wolf or man; bone and shadow merged beneath skin that pulsed with violet veins.His eyes locked onto mine.Once, those eyes had taught me how to hunt, how to fight, how to rule, now they held nothing human at all.

 POV: LyraEvery deal has a loophole, and I was about to bet my existence on the one thing the Void didn’t understand: mercy.The Echo-Verse roared around us, a vast expanse of silver-black nothingness stretched into infinity, It was not empty; it was waiting. Light bent at impossible angles, folding in on itself like a wounded thing. Sound arrived late, distorted, as though the realm itself decided which truths were allowed to be heard. Even thought felt slippery, as if the Void were tasting my intentions before I could finish forming them.The Song of Life still vibrated in my chest, but it was unraveling now. What had once been harmony was becoming gravity. The melody that had restored forests and split gods was pulling at everything it touched, dragging the living towar