All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LyraThank the goddess, the morning flew by in a blur of activity. I ran with Nessa for nearly two hours. Although ‘ran’ might be the wrong word for it. We full-out raced, and I had way more fun than I’m willing to publicly acknowledge. Because racing through the forest like kids, laughing my ass off every time I won and her big bad wolf just rolled its eyes and growled… yeah. I had a blast. But of course all good things must come to an end. And my end came when we went to the gym for strength training. Nessa insisted that we be spotting partners, and she completely humiliated me. Hey, I guess all is fair in love and war. I didn’t have weaponry today, thank fuck, so I could run straight to the Alpha’s house after training, jump in the shower, and meet Ellie and Talia at the car. Now, I stretch my legs across the backseat, my boots nudging Talia’s thigh as Ellie fixes her lip gloss using her phone camera. Like we’re not currently being escorted to the human city by six fully

LYRAI narrow my eyes at Xander. The sun has now set completely now, leaving just the two of us standing in the dark forest. “Our goddess, Diana,” he gestures back to the statue, “watched as her wolves slaughtered each other. Even after Eris was defeated, the wars continued. And Khaíros spurred it on. He wanted to create enough chaos to strengthen his goddess and bring her back.” Well fuck. “So Diana needed something that could contain the chaos magic and turn it into something different… That’s when Tiberius Wynter offered himself.” I look at the wolf next to the statue. “He… volunteered?” “He prayed to the goddess to stop the war. And she molded him into what she needed.” “How?” I shake my head, trying to process this shitload of information. “She blessed him—the Golden Shield. Not just power. Not just strength. A barrier between the world and the corruption still leaking from Eris’s influence. He kept the magic from spreading.” “Golden Shield,” I mutter, and sig

Zane We are interrupted before she can answer. Elizabeth brings in the tea, placing one cup on the desk in front of me and the other in front of the witch. The room is silent as the Omega also takes the sugar and milk from the tray and puts it down on the desk. “Is there anything else you need, Alpha?” Liz asks politely as she steps back. “Yes, can I…” “No, nothing. Thank you, Elizabeth,” I interrupt the witch and dismiss the Omega with a nod. The witch shoots me a dirty look, but when the door clicks shut again, I speak immediately. “Answer the question.” My voice is little more than a growl at this point. The witch leans forward slowly and adds milk to her tea, along with a single spoon of sugar. My foot taps on the tile floor beneath the table, urging her to hurry up. Yet, she leans back leisurely and takes a sip of her tea. It takes every last inch of my control not to throw the damn cup across the room and grab her by the throat, forcing her to speak. I can alre

Zane The short silence between us is broken when Alpha Nova makes a noise of excitement. I notice her looking straight past my arm to the entrance of the hall. Alpha Alexander follows her gaze, and smiles warmly. Immediately knowing what, or rather who, they saw, I turn around. And I need not search for her among the many things people occupying the hall. My eyes find her immediately as she enters the hall beside Elara and Talia—and my entire world stops. The moment I see her, everything else—the chatter, the lights, the soft clinking of glasses—fades into a dull hum. Even the pounding in my head subsides, the buzzing in my chest dulls. My wolf purrs in my head at the sight, urging me to go to her. Yet my feet refuse to move. Her dress… is sin. Her curves are poured into something so devastating, I swear I hear someone choke on their drink behind me. And I want to tear out the eyes of every damn person who dares to look at her. But my attention is suddenly snapped from her

ZANE The morning light feels wrong, Something in my gut twists, as Lyra consumes my thoughts once again. The way she looked at last night’s gathering. Her family. Damn it… she has probably left with them. Closing my eyes, my thoughts spiral back to the office… Her eyes. Her face. Her moans. Her body. I remember her in my bed. My shower. The living room. The way she wrapped around me like silk and sin. Gods, how the hell will I end all of this? How can I stop this obsession? How do I cut the cord? Purge the hunger. Exorcise the craving. How do I go back to the Alpha I was before she barged into my life? I need her. And I hate myself for it. But I finally did it. I made her look at me the way I look at myself—with disgust. And she didn’t even blink when she saw Maria on my arm. No gasp. No glare. No storming out. She remained calm, and composed. It truly surprised me. But then again, what did I expect? Did I want her to scream? To rip the other woman’s hair out? Yes. God