All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lyra I freeze. My stomach drops to the soles of my feet, and my spine stiffens like I’ve just been stabbed. Maria looks at me as they walk in together. Her lips curve into something between a smirk and a victory lap. “I hope you don’t mind,” she says, her voice all fake sugar and smugness. “Alpha said I could sit in on your session today.” Zane doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t even look at me. He just steps past like I’m another one of his warriors. Another one of his many obligations. I nod stiffly at Maria. “Of course. Stay. Take notes.” When my gaze moves to Zane again, I don’t miss the flicker of something in his eyes. Pride? Fury? Lust? I can’t even tell anymore. It all blends into one chaotic mess whenever he’s near. “Let us begin,” he says, his tone unnecessarily sharp. No greeting. The man is just straight back to that cold, emotionless bastard that took me to the barracks on my first day. The man that can’t even look at me, completely avoiding my eyes. It seems that

ZANEI do not see Lyra for the rest of the day. Somehow, I manage to keep my distance, even as everything in me screams to run to her. To find her and beg for forgiveness. I hate that I pushed her away. I hate every lie I told her. And I hate myself… for being such a bloody coward. Yesterday, logic told me to push her away. To put distance between us before she got too close to the monster I might become. If I don’t find the weapon… if I lose myself… she would be the one to suffer for it. She would never be able to defend herself against me. So I did what needed to be done. At the gathering, I drove the wedge between us. Cold and deliberate. Exactly as planned.But this morning wasn’t strategy. This morning was weakness.What happened last night still burned under my skin, and instead of mastering it, I let it master me. I pushed her harder than I needed to. Crueler than I intended. I wanted her to feel the same sting she gave me.Spite is an ugly thing. And I wore it well. For a m

ZANE There’s no denying it anymore. Not after watching her heart nearly stop. Not after holding her cold, limp body in my arms. Not after seeing her bleed out and still wanting nothing more than to breathe her name into the dark until she came back to me. The idea of living in a world where Lyra Weston no longer existed, it was soul-crushing. Like staring into a future that had already been torn in half. At that moment, the reality I have been hiding from hit me like a slap in the face. I need her. This isn’t fascination. It is not lust. Not power, or danger, or curiosity. It is her. Everything about her. The way she laughs like the whole world is beneath her but still carries every broken piece inside her like armour. Her fighting spirit. Her voice. Her perfect, smug, sass-soaked ass, and her dirty mouth. And I know what she is now. A Lycan. Good gods. A creature whispered about in ancient scrolls as the alphas that stood above all others. They are feared. Revered. Man

LYRA He knows now. I spilled it all like I’m in a therapy session and he’s my counsellor. Except he’s not. I was just his little monster-obsessed side quest. And I’m a moron for telling him anything. Because he doesn’t care, he was just curious. And now that he knows, he’ll go back to his bloodsucking parasite, Maria. Except… he doesn’t. He's still seated beside me, like I didn’t REPEATEDLY tell him to fuck off. The fucker actually makes himself comfortable, leaning back on his hands now, legs stretched in front of him like we’re sunbathing. I shoot him a look that I’m sure could curdle holy water. Nothing. He just keeps staring at me like I’m a puzzle he’s still trying to solve. ‘There’s nothing more to know, you dense bastard. So what more do you want from me?’ I want to shout, but decide to just ignore him. When I move to get up, his hand immediately shoots out and he catches my arm. He says only one word. “Stay.” I freeze, a growl vibrating in my chest.

LYRA “Hey,” I breathe out. “Lyra?” His voice changes immediately. “What happened?” Damn him and his magic brotherly spidey-senses. “Uh-uh. No losing your shit,” I cut in, pointing a finger at my phone like he can see me. “I’m not—” “You are. I can hear it. If you want me to say anything, you have to promise you won’t go all big brother on me.” There’s a beat of silence. “You’re not telling me unless I promise?” “Correct.” “Goddess, you’re a pain in the ass.” “And yet, here you are, answering my calls like the loyal brother you are.” He sighs, like he’s already regretting it. “Fine. I promise not to lose my shit.” “And you can’t tell Nova until after the baby’s born.” “What?” “You heard me. She doesn’t need this stress right now.” “Lyra—” “Nope. No Nova until post-baby. Those are my terms. Take them or I hang up and you can spend the next few days wondering if I’m dead in a ditch.” He groans, but it’s more frustration than actual refusal. “You do rea