All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LYRAThe second I hang up with Alex, I put my phone on silent and sink into the bath like it’s the only place left on earth that makes sense.Lavender oil. Bath salts. A ridiculous pink clay face mask. The whole works. I lay there until my skin is wrinkled and the water turns tepid, pretending the steam can melt away the last twenty-four hours of my life. Not surprisingly, it doesn’t. But I sure as hell feel better.When I finally drag myself out, I smother every inch of me in body butter until I’m slick enough to slip through a locked door.But then my nails catch my attention, and I cringe. By now, they are chipped and dull from all the training, which is completely unacceptable. Perhaps some striking red nails are exactly what I need to get me back into my warrior mindset.It’s mani-pedi time. Maybe a massage. Maybe a full-body wax.Screw it, all of the above.Ellie told me about an entire street of salons in the human city. I’m sure we can find an available one. In fact, we sh

LYRA I can’t sleep. Maybe I slept too much yesterday. Maybe it’s the reminder of getting stabbed. Or maybe it’s the Alpha down the hall who keeps popping into my head like some persistent song I can’t turn off.After tossing and turning for a good two fucking hours, I simply give up and slip out of bed. I peel off my pj’s, leaving them in a bundle on top of my messy bed.After quickly pulling on a workout outfit and tying my hair into a braid, I decide not to put on shoes. The feeling of the cold ground beneath my feet might just help tire me out. Spoiler: it doesn’t. The trees, the soil, the smell of nature. All things that should calm me just… Don't. Finally I just give up, and by the time I circle back, my muscles are looser, but my head is still a mess. I walk down the hall toward my room, not giving a single shit that I’m dragging dirt across the clean floors. But when I pass the living room door — I stop dead. Zane’s sitting on the couch, resting his elbows on hi

ZANE Lyra’s face drops at the question. Every last drop of emotion in her eyes disappear. “That won't happen,” she grinds out instantly. It’s not an answer… certainly not the one I wanted to hear. So I say the words that have been on my mind for so long. “Lyra, have you ever given any thought to the idea that we might be fated?" She stares at me, like she is trying to decide if I am joking. Then she releases bitter laugh. "We're not." Gods, her blunt refusal hurts more than that wolfsbane-laced dagger in my chest. My voice is much lower, barely a whisper as I ask, "How do you know?” "Lycans don't get fated mates," she shrugs like it is nothing, yet the words hit like me a blow. Because it makes no sense. If lycans don't get mates. If we aren't fated... then why does my body scream for her in a way it never has for anyone else. Why does she calm me in a way that no one else ever has? Why can she enter my shield? No, she is wrong. She has to be wrong. "How sure ar

LYRA The pain flares white-hot into my back, and my beast roars in my head, pushing to be let out. I can already feel her pushing against my control. My gums tingles in an all too familiar feeling as my canines start to form. Just when Maria starts moving her hand downwards to slice across my back, I hear something crack and the grip on my ponytail disappears. The claws in my back are ripped from my flesh, and a warm liquid trails down my back, sticking my shirt to my skin. Maria's intense scream makes me spin around to face her, and I see her hand in a very unnatural position. Her claws are gone, but there are still drops of my blood on her fingers. Zane is standing between us, holding her wrist, which is turning bluer by the second. His teeth are bared. He looks ready to tear her apart. I should do it. I should rip the bitch to pieces. I clench my eyes shut, desperately trying to control the shift. Balling my hands into fists at my side, my claws dig into my palms.

ZANE The knock at my office door is light, almost teasing. Before I can tell whoever it is to come in, the door swings open and she walks in like she owns the place. Lyra. And damn it, she’s got that look again—her hips swaying just enough to make my wolf perk up, a faint smirk curving her mouth like she’s already two moves ahead in whatever game she’s playing. No trace of the earlier shock remains in her expression. “I’m done,” she announces, leaning against the doorframe like she hasn’t just barged into the Alpha’s office without permission. Bloody hell, there’s that sexy attitude. The confident, fiery side of her that I have come to love. This woman will be the death of me. I try to keep my face neutral, merely raising my brow. “Done with what exactly?” “Being left out,” she says, pushing off the frame and strolling toward my desk. “Obviously, you suck at figuring things out on your own. And even you and Rion together? Hopeless. So…” She drops into the chair opposit