All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ZANEI allow my wolf to surge forward. My bones snap, and reform, but the pain lasts only a second. Intense heat floods my veins as fur breaks through my skin. The world sharpens into edges and angles and her. My paws instantly start tearing into the forest floor as I launch after her.She is still fast, but she stumbles at first. Just a fraction. Just enough for me to clock it.Then Lyra finds her stride, running clean after only a few steps. She weaves between the trees with instinctive precision. There are no wild zigzags, or sloppy footing. It seems the adrenaline is burning the alcohol right out of her system.Perfect. I need her coherent. My wolf eats ground effortlessly, my breathing steady, even as the rage still coils tight in my chest. Every snap of a twig, every hitch in her breathing, every tremor of fear and defiance bleeds straight into me. Branches whip past Lyra’s shoulders, tearing at that ridiculous red dress as she ducks and pivots. And when I get too close, she

LyraMy breath catches. “What?”His eyes drop, just for a second, then lifts again, almost daring me to lie. The fabric of the thong snaps against me again. By now, I know I’m dripping on his counter.Big hands move to my lace bra, fingers softly brushing over the fabric until he finds my perked nipples. He tugs at them, pulling another moan from me as the material bites into my skin. “I asked,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower, his mouth brushing against my lips, “who you thought was going to see you like this.”His fingers find my sensitive nipples again. The contrast of the cold fabric and his warm fingers has my head spinning. When I answer, my voice is so breathless, I doubt he can hear me. “I love lingerie,” I breathe. “Looking sexy makes me feel more confident.” He growls, and his head falls to my shoulder. For some reason, the Alpha looks totally defeated. And when he speaks, his voice is strained. “So you are always wearing lace?” His hand moves down again, h

LYRA I had a morning straight from hell. And not because I only got about fifteen minutes of sleep. Not because I woke up with my body still tingling from where Zane touched me. Or the fact that I can still feel him between my legs. No. This wonderful morning started with me waking up, alone, in MY bed. Zane actually carried me back to my room after he fucked my brains out. After he worshipped my body, like he was trying to memorise every part of me. I mean, who the hell does that?! He just dumped me in my room, without a note. Not even a single grunt of warning. Nothing. Call me crazy, but after the night we had, I kind of expected more from him. Even if he didn’t want to sleep next to me, could he not just have left me in his bed and taken a different room? Apparently not. Then, I had breakfast with Ellie, who chatted about last night’s awful decisions, asking me if I managed to cool Zane down when we got back from the club. Yeah, very awkward. All I could do was plast

ZANE The altar pulses beneath my boots, like the steady drum of a heartbeat. The moment I stepped onto it, I felt the shift. And somehow, I knew exactly what to do. A primal instinct took over. And it is that instinct that drives me now. I have pulled back the Alpha power I released when I stepped onto the altar. But it still lingers, softly buzzing just beneath my skin like electricity. The same golden energy that once again accepted Lyra. Pulled her in instead of pushing her out. But I can not afford to wonder about that now. Calling on my wolf, I shift the nails of my right hand into claws. The uncomfortable feeling in my fingers lasts less than a second as my wolf obeys. And without hesitation, I slice a claw across the center of my left palm, down to my wrist, where I keep the claw embedded in my skin. The blood wells up instantly. The dark red also glows faintly with that same gold coiling off my body. I curl my bleeding hand into a fist and let the blood drip onto t

ZANEThere is only blackness. A heavy and smothering darkness stretching endlessly.Then— Intense pain. Blinding light. Sudden breath.A ragged inhale tears through my chest, burning like fire. My eyes fly open, and for a moment, I don’t know where I am. My wolf lifts his head, pushing to the forefront of my mind. And it all comes back to me in fragments. The altar. The shadow. The blade.My hand immediately flies to my chest. But there is no dagger. Only the smooth, unmarred skin beneath my torn shirt.What the hell?I remember it. Clear as day. I felt it. I should be dead. So why am I breathing?I shift slightly, and that is when I notice her. She is slumped beside me, with her head resting against the stone pillar. Her wrist hangs in her lap, and I stare at the dry blood on her arm. “Lyra?” My voice is hoarse. Her eyes flutter open slowly, like she’s waking from a dream, or a nightmare. When she sees me, relief floods her expression, but she remains quiet.I jolt upright, tryin