All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Who Killed Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lyra (primary), Cain (secondary)The air in the chamber felt thicker than iron, heavy with the weight of power I could barely contain. Shadows danced along the cracked walls, but they weren’t just reflections. They moved with intent, twisting, reaching, and whispering in voices I didn’t want to hear but couldn’t shut out.I pressed my palms to my temples, the surge of awakening still thrumming through my veins. Every heartbeat, every pulse of the bond, screamed that something had shifted, something I couldn’t name, couldn’t control. My body felt simultaneously mine and someone else’s. Someone ancient, watching.“Lyra,” Cain’s voice cut through the haze. Low, strained. He was close, too close, his presence burning against the bond, aching for control, for proximity. “Focus. Don’t let it take you.”I opened my eyes, and they burned with an intensity that didn’t feel human. The shadow coiled across the floor, twisting upward as if it were alive, and yet… it was in me. Inside me. I felt i

Lyra POVThe chamber trembled again. Dust drifted from the cracks in the stone above, dancing in the faint light like falling ash. The presence that had lingered on the edge of our awareness was no longer distant. It was here, pressing against the threshold, deliberate, suffocating.Cain moved to my side without a word, his breathing heavy from the wound he still refused to tend. I could feel the raw heat of his presence through the bond, jagged and unsteady. The bond pulsed once, twice, then shuddered like a heartbeat skipping a beat.“Stay behind me,” he rasped.I almost laughed. “You can barely stand.”His glare cut toward me, all golden fire and stubborn command. “That’s never stopped me before.”The chamber’s air grew colder. I turned toward the center of the room as shadows coalesced, slowly at first, then violently, until the darkness itself bent inward, folding into a single, trembling shape. The thing that emerged wasn’t human. Not entirely.It was tall, fluid, its form shift

Lyra PovThe silence after the storm was worse than the storm itself.It hummed beneath my skin, thick, metallic, alive. Every heartbeat echoed with something not my own. I pressed a trembling hand against my collarbone, where the light still pulsed faintly under my skin.The mark.It burned in time with my breath, a rhythm that wasn’t human or wolf. I could feel the thing that left it behind, watching, breathing with me, whispering in a tongue older than thought.Cain’s shadow fell across me. He was still bleeding from his side, but he didn’t move away, didn’t even look at the wound. His eyes stayed fixed on me.“Lyra.”My name sounded wrong in his mouth, too fragile, too reverent.The moment he said it, the mark flared bright. I gasped, biting down on a scream as gold light burst beneath my skin. The pain wasn’t pain, not exactly. It was calling.“Don’t—” I choked out. “Don’t say my name again.”Cain froze. The air between us trembled. His gaze followed the light crawling up my neck

Lyra POVThe room felt smaller than it had a moment ago. Every breath I took rattled against the heat of the mark still simmering beneath my skin, a lingering pulse that refused to fade. Even now, hours after the Goddess’s retreat, I could feel her whispers threading through my veins, fragile yet persistent, like smoke curling into my bones.I clenched my fists, trying to steady the tremor that ran through me. The bond with Cain, usually a lifeline, pulsed erratically, jagged and raw. It wasn’t just the mark anymore, it was me. My energy. My defiance. And somehow, my own fear.Cain’s voice cut through the haze, steady but strained. “Lyra… focus. Look at me.”I turned, and he was there, every inch of him taut with worry, golden eyes flickering with the same intensity I felt burning in my veins. His hand reached for me, cautious, almost afraid of what he might touch.“I can feel it,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “The bond… it’s tearing.”He flinched as though I’d struck him. “I

Lyra POVCain’s arms tightened around me as he lifted my weight with ease, but my body reacted like he’d dragged a burning brand against my skin.Heat surged through every nerve, every breath, every bone.Not the mark.Not the Goddess.Not even the awakening.This was the bond.The broken, mangled thing thrashing through my veins like a wild animal desperate to survive.“Stay still,” he murmured, voice low, controlled, too steady for the way his body trembled beneath mine.“I’m not—trying—” I hissed, fingers curling into his shirt as another wave slammed through me. “Let me go!”“If I let you go,” Cain said through clenched teeth, “you’ll collapse.”“Then let me collapse.”His jaw tightened, golden eyes flashing. “Not happening.”He carried me toward the bed, and the closer he held me, the more my body melted—unwilling, furious, aching.I hated it.I hated the heat flooding between us.But gods—the relief…The pain had been drowning me, sharpening every heartbeat into knives. The mome