Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Alpha’s Chaos: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

LYRAI exhale slowly, trying to figure out how the hell to say it.Just thinking about that bastard makes my gums itch, my jaw tightening like my canines are already pushing forward. That familiar, ugly rage bubbles in my chest, and I force it down with everything I’ve got.Zane watches me closely. His gaze dips briefly to my chest when my breathing stutters, then snaps right back to my eyes.Say it calmly, Ly. Cold. Clinical. Detached.“He…” I take a steadying breath. “He commented on my lack of training.”There.“No.” Zane shakes his head once. “Devon’s exact words, Lyra.”Fuck.He can’t seriously expect this of me.“Can’t we just start training?” The vulnerability slips into my voice before I can stop it. I sound weak, way too exposed. I hate it. I hate all of this.“This is training.”His voice is a little softer than usual. Too soft. Absolutely not. He does not get to feel sorry for me.“Now say it, Lyra.” There’s the annoying, cold Alpha voice that I’ve come to know and hate. C

LYRA I can’t believe he actually agreed. I thought for sure he was going to laugh in my face, but hey, I guess pushing your luck pays off from time-to-time. Especially when wearing the sexiest gym outfit you own. And the sexiest lingerie. But he sure as hell doesn’t need to know that. The thought alone makes heat crawl up my spine, but I blame the workout. I absolutely do not blame the way his shoulders fill out his shirt as he walks ahead of me. That would be ridiculous. Unfortunately, my body disagrees. Either way, I need to ignore that right now, because I have something way more important to ask him. “Hey, could his royal highness release me from his castle this evening?” I ask as I follow him down a hall. I close my eyes and cringe a little. It's probably not a good idea to use sarcasm right now, but it's too late. But then I look at his face… and it actually looks like he’s fighting a smirk. It’s subtle, just the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth. But my stoma

ZANE Lyra is already on the mat when I step into the empty training hall. The afternoon sun shines through the large windows, casting her in a golden glow as she does her daily stretches. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on her flawless skin from the training with her fellow cadets. I frown immediately. Why is she still sweating? She should have cooled down during lunch. Did she even have lunch, or did she come straight for training here? That’s not healthy. I try pushing the thoughts out of my head. Lyra's health is none of my concern. I am only here to help teach her discipline. Nothing more. Yet, despite reminding myself of my role as her trainer, my eyes roam over her again. Her long hair is braided over her shoulder, and she’s wearing a sports bra and leggings. It’s a curve-hugging set in deep crimson that makes my thoughts go straight to sin. She knows I’ve arrived, but she still doesn’t look at me. She just continues to torture me with those deep stretches, her hands flat o

LYRAMy pulse trips as I just stare at him.He’s standing there in nothing but his workout pants, his eyes fixed on me, and a small, dangerous grin tugging at his lips.Holy fuck.He wants to hunt me…I know I should move. Say something. Anything. My mouth opens, but no words come out. All I can do is gape at the sculpted, shirtless Alpha in front of me, whose voice just dipped low enough to short-circuit my brain.I expected a spar. An argument. Some teasing perhaps. But definitely not this.Not that dark gleam in his eyes.Not this game.I watch as he takes a few steps back and shifts into his massive black wolf. Those black combat pants are torn to pieces, and the Alpha aura that has already become so familiar to me rolls off him in waves. His eyes burn gold in the pitch-black fur, locked on me. And I know it's impossible for a wolf to do, but I swear he smirks. His wolf lowers into a predatory crouch, waiting for me. Daring me to run.My body moves before my brain catches up. I

ZANE It’s become part of our daily routine. And gods help me, I’d hate to admit it, but it’s probably my favourite part of the day. The hunt. Every day, at the start of our training, we shift, well, I shift, and I chase her through the woods like she is my prey. My wolf loves every second of it. He wants her. He wants to catch her, play with her, and he is just as frustrated as I am that he cannot. Because she never shifts. Which means I still have not figured out what she is. But bloody hell… it’s fun. She’s gotten cocky. Trying new tricks just to mess with me. The first two days, I caught her. But yesterday? She won. Lyra climbed a tree. A tree. With her long hair hanging over her shoulder like a real princess. Tight workout outfit clinging to all the right places, like a seductress. Her sexy long red nails and all… she looked utterly disgusted up on a branch like she’d rather die than sit on bark. But she did it. My wolf couldn’t reach her. I stood beneath her g