All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ZANE I’m seated behind my desk in my home office, halfway through deciphering an old entry in my family journal. The first part is clear. It is underlined in thick, angry ink, like someone needed the words to hold the page together. "The Golden Shield Legacy" A bloodline with a distinct purpose: to contain chaos, no matter the cost. The cost… My jaw tightens involuntarily. I do not need to finish the line to know what it explains. I have witnessed the cost in my own father’s eyes. I heard it in the screams he tried to swallow when he lost the battle with his own mind. Madness. That is to be my fate. He lost every shred of humanity… and at the end, there was only that elated look in his eyes as he tore loyal warriors apart. As he tore out the throat of his own mate. He smiled at the terror on my mother’s face before she met her end. To this day, I wonder if he ever realised what he had done, or if he was already too far gone? Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. That fam

LYRA The knock echoes through the too-perfect house, and my stomach sinks. I raise a brow at Talia. “If that’s Zane, you better pretend I'm not here and release a rogue mouse in his kitchen.” But it’s not. It’s a beautiful woman with huge dimples, a riot of short, shiny black curls, and more sunshine energy than any werewolf has a right to possess. “Hi!!” she beams. “You must be Lyra! I’m Elara. Zane’s sister.” “…Oh shit.” “Elara,” she repeats, bouncing slightly on her toes. “But you can call me Ellie. I heard you’re moving in with us and I got so excited I brought snacks!” She holds up a board. It’s full of cheese. Real cheese. Expensive cheese. “Talia, Lyra’s Beta,” Talia introduces herself and gestures Elara in like she’s just brought the Ark of the Covenant. “Now get in here, sunshine.” Within twenty minutes, Elara has brought us glasses, we’ve added more wine, a few shots of vodka, actual snacks, and Elara has found glittery face masks. We’re sitting on the floor, gig

LYRAI’m ranked seventeenth.Fucking perfect.Not surprising, though. Missing an entire morning of training will do that. Insubordination. Unauthorised absence. I didn’t even bother reading the entire performance assessment.But seventeenth?Definitely not ideal. And I can’t help wondering what the hell the other three women did to be ranked even worse than me.It had to be bad, because I only showed up at the training hall at one p.m. And it’s really weird training without the other cadets, because, luckily, they’re all at lunch now. So it’s just me and some of the warriors.I decide to start with our usual morning routine, but since I’m not allowed in the forest alone, I guess the treadmill will have to do. By the time I finish my run on the treadmill, three of my fellow cadets are back for training after their lunch. And if looks could kill…Fuck me, I’d be gone. If they didn’t hate me before, they definitely do now. Somehow, I’ve gone from living with Alpha nepotism back home to…

LYRAHis hand moves from my chin, traces the curve of my ribs, and his fingers explore down to my hip. His grip suddenly changes, grasping my hip hard enough to bruise. And it feels fucking good.Every touch sharpens the ache building deep inside me.Suddenly, his control snaps, and he pulls my hand from my shorts. I whimper at the loss of the pressure on my clit, but he swallows the sound, finally kissing me. His lips are rough, demanding, perfectly ruthless as they devour mine, and all I can do is surrender to this powerful man above me.I clutch at his shoulders, my nails dig in as his hand slides between my legs, playing with my clit over my wet shorts. He teases me, so slowly, so softly, I feel like screaming at him for more. I dig my nails deeper into his shoulder, and it seems he gets the message. Zane tears away my shorts, his hands immediately cup my pussy, and without warning, he presses his middle finger inside me.Holy fuck. I've had men play with me before. I've been

LYRAI’m fucking up today… A lot.Even more than usual.Maybe it’s the dream that threw me?Maybe it’s that even Nessa, the one cadet I actually formed a bond with, is icing me out. The fact that everyone did the obstacle course in pairs, and Nessa decided to rather be a third fucking wheel than speak to me. Maybe it’s that I had to eat lunch completely alone. Surrounded by whispers and judgment that I'm being favoured by the Alpha.Maybe it’s all of the above.Because when I go to the training hall to spar after lunch, I barely make it ten minutes before losing it… completely.And I try to hold back, I really do. But that smug, arrogant fucker, Derek, or Devon, or some other forgettable name, decides to open his mouth.“Pathetic move, little girl,” he sneers, bleeding from the nose I just broke. “Guess daddy croaked before he could train you right.”For a second, I don’t even breathe. The words echo—‘croaked’, ‘daddy’—until all I see is red.My vision goes completely crimson. My cl