All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LYRAOf course this is what the next obstacle is would be. My arms are already aching in protest, but of course this is what we get.Right in front of us, there are two lanes, side by side, suspended over a large open space.Fucking monkey bars.The bars stretch for at least fifteen meters and they’re spaced just a little farther apart than normal. The drop beneath them isn’t massive, but it’s more than enough to hurt.I glance at Nessa and we both look at the timer, the red numbers rapidly changing. We’re already bleeding seconds.The rope between us is still taut, and my harness is digging painfully into my shoulders. Nessa’s skin around her harness is a bright, angry red, but she doesn’t even flinch as we take our places beneath our lanes.“Ready?” Nessa asks.I nod at her, even though my hands are already shaking. And together we jump. Thank the goddess there seems to be no tricks this time.The first bar holds perfectly.So does the second.I’m hit with a wave of relief as we ra

Lyra The hour between tests does this fun little trick where it crawls like it’s dying… and somehow still sprints past when I’m not ready. Nessa and I are sprawled on hard wooden benches in the locker room of the communal training hall, forty minutes into ‘relaxing,’ which mostly involves sweating, overthinking, and slowly going numb from the ass down. We’re waiting outside the stupid hall as this morning. With the same judges. And the same smug energy waiting inside. They’ve been camped out there all day, watching cadets cycle through like entertainment. Probably sipping espresso. Probably judging my posture, my breathing, my existence. The first two cadets are already in for the final test, but every ten minutes, another team gets called in. And of course, the old fucks we call judges make you spar with the same teammate you ran the obstacle course with. Which is a huge problem. Because I’ve never sparred with Nessa. Hell, I haven’t sparred any cadet in what feels like fo

ZANE It is nearly ten at night when all the cadets are called back into the training hall. They shuffle in slowly, exhaustion etched into every line of their bodies. The room smells faintly of sweat and disinfectant, and my eyes sweep the room out of habit. Assessing. Evaluating. Cataloguing strengths and weaknesses the way I always do. And then they stop. Lyra. She is freshly showered, I can tell immediately. The hair of her ponytail is still damp, curling softly at the nape of her neck. That beautiful blonde is darker where the water hasn’t fully dried. She has changed into clean training gear, though it doesn’t look like one of her sets. The shirt is oversized, something I have never seen her wear before. Her scent is different now. Muted. Subtle. The rich chocolate note I’ve come to associate with her is quieter, tucked beneath soap and steam. It doesn’t hit me the way it did earlier — when she was soaked in sweat. That scent had slammed into me like a jolt. Yet this one

LYRAThe second Zane releases us into the wild, it’s like someone fires a starting gun. We don’t even talk about it. Maria and her friend Keira sprints toward the apartments. Ellie, Talia, and I move straight to the house.Ellie is already halfway unzipping her leather jacket as she barges into my room behind me. “I have exactly eight minutes to become hot,” she announces. “Don’t wait up.”“I wouldn’t dare,” I respond, trying to hide my smile.Kicking off my borrowed boots, I head straight for my wardrobe.Ellie disappears down the hall toward her room, already peeling off clothes like time is a personal enemy.Talia closes the door behind us calmly, leaning against it with crossed arms and a knowing smile. “You survived eliminations,” she says. “You’re officially allowed to be reckless for one night.”“Oh, I plan to be,” I reply.I grab a scandalously short red dress. It’s tight, unforgiving, and absolutely not regulation-approved. It hugs my waist, skims my hips, and rides high en

ZANE I should be in the back seat. It is where I belong. The Alpha always sits in the back. The Beta drives. It’s tradition, it’s optics, it’s respect. Yet tonight, the back seat is occupied by three unconscious women who smell like alcohol, sweat, perfume, and horrible decisions. So here I am. In the passenger seat. Like a damn pup who lost a bet. Rion grips the steering wheel, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He is doing a spectacular job of pretending this is all completely normal. However, his jaw is also tight. And though I am sure he has much to say, he knows better than to comment right now. The car hums beneath us as the gates of Eclipse slide open. I look into the rearview mirror once again. And see Talia slumped sideways, her green skirt riding up inappropriately high, and I immediately avert my gaze. Lyra is sprawled awkwardly against the window. Her blood-pressure-raising red dress is wrinkled, and her red lips smeared just enough to make my eye twitch