Semua Bab Her Alpha’s Chaos: Bab 91 - Bab 100

LYRA After hours of rolling around, only to get about 30 minutes of sleep, I gave up and now I find myself in a luxurious car, on the way to the human town to help Ellie pick out the perfect dress. Apparently, Zane agreed to her hosting some kind of “full moon mixer” in the great hall for all the unmated pack members and visiting wolves. The idea? Everyone crams into one space, the moon does her magic, and boom—fated couples everywhere. Love at first scent. My personal nightmare. But Ellie is beyond excited, and of course I'm excited for her, but as we climb out of the car in front of a gorgeous dress store, I can't help the tinge of jealousy creeping up. This entire experience seems so amazing… The perfect dress, the perfect make-up, the perfect night, the perfect mate. An experience straight out of a fairytale. And the probability that Ellie might find her mate is huge. There is often a bit of an age gap between mates, don't know why, but she-wolves find their mates

LYRA I freeze, my chest tightening as the word lingers in the air. Mate. In a very familiar fucking voice. The sound of it makes my blood run cold, my stomach knot into something I can’t even name. Zane… doesn’t say it back. But I know he feels the bond. It’s practically crackling in the air. His arms have gone still around me. His jaw tightens and he just stares at her. At Maria of all people. Like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. And all I can do is watch him, rooted to the spot, frozen with a kind of disbelief I’ve never seen before. I hold my head high, forcing my shoulders back even though my chest feels like it’s splitting in two. Every fiber of me is screaming, ‘this isn’t fair, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen’. But she was right from the start… She is his mate. And we—Zane and I—were fools to think otherwise. I hate that I’ve been the other woman without even realising it. This whole time, she was just trying to get close to her mate. And I really was the

LYRA I grab the tequila bottle, letting my fingers curl around it. If Rion can drink straight from the bottle, so can I. We haven’t been using salt or lemons anyway. The alcohol loosens my tongue and I find myself saying, “he’s done the opposite for me, you know.” Rion frowns slightly. I tilt my head at him. “I came here to learn how to control my… uhm… temper.” I smirk “I guess I showed him how to let go, and he taught me restraint.” “The perfect pair, then,” Rion mutters, smirking. “Fuck you, Beta,” I say bitterly, but he just laughs loudly. When his laughter finally dies down, I point out, “You still haven't told me what you wanted.” He sighs, “Kind of did, I wanted to thank you.” I roll my eyes, “Yeah, yeah, you're welcome and all that shit. What else?” He looks at me nervously, which only piques my interest. “Zane's going to lose it if I ask him, and I know I'm fucking betraying him by even talking to you about this,” he takes another sip from the bottle

ZANE I don’t think I’ve ever been this bloody angry in my life. At Lyra. At Maria. At the bloody wolf goddess. At myself. What the hell had we all been thinking? Diana—pairing me with Maria of all people. Why? What was the divine plan there? What purpose could possibly be served other than to rip hearts apart? Why give me a fated mate when my soul was already tied to Lyra? When I already had a bond so fierce that the notorious fated mate pull felt pale by comparison? Lyra is not just love. She is gravity. The force keeping me grounded. Everyone else is a flicker; she is my sun. And then Maria—thinking that just because the goddess branded us as “fated,” my feelings for Lyra would vanish. That we should have marked and mated on the spot. The way she grabbed me… the tingles when her lips brushed my neck. I hated that I felt them. Yet the moment I sensed her canines extend, I pulled away. And the look on her face when I did… gods, it made me feel like a monste

ZANE I’m losing my mind. The chaos inside me has teeth now, digging deeper with every passing second. The relic hangs heavy against my chest, its chain biting my skin. Completely useless. The witch, Aurora, that I have been hounding for assistance? Silent. Selene? Absent. Lyra’s family—her supposed unconditional love? Not a single word. Not even Alpha Alexander. Her own brother has his mental walls up, blocking every mindlink I send. All my phone calls go straight to voicemail. Even Beta Talia is beyond reach. It has been hours. Hours since she was taken. And I do not even know if she is alive. My wolf is pacing in my mind, snarling inside my skull. The constant buzz is maddening. My heart slams against my ribs, my body strung so tight I’m ready to break. I used my Alpha command on my sister. My baby sister. Ordered her to stay in her room until I say otherwise. Because right now? I just might rip apart anyone who so much as looks at me wrong. Where the hell do I g