All Chapters of The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

LyraUncle Gerald held both my hands and looked at me intensely."Are you ready, pumpkin?" he asked, his voice filled with concern."Yes, Uncle," I replied, trying to sound confident."Okay, I'll be in the car." He gave my hands a gentle squeeze before letting go.He left to meet his husband in the car while I stood near the staircase, waiting for Ember to come down. From my handbag, I pulled out a black scarf and sunglasses. I tied the scarf over my hair, slipped on the glasses, and hoped it would keep unwanted attention away.The clicking of footsteps echoed down the stairs. I looked up."Ready to go? What took you so long? Uncle Simon and Uncle Gerald are waiting in the car," I said."Sorry. I just needed a moment for myself," she explained softly."I understand. Now let's go."Before I could move, Ember's hand slipped into mine. Her touch startled me."Relax, Lyra. Everything will go as planned today," she said gently."I know. It's just... I can't seem to settle my emotions." My

"Enough with the fuss about me, Chloe," Richard said, his voice firm but filled with a little hint of warning. "I've heard all about the rubbish going on in Crimson pack, and I've come to a conclusion that you should pack all your stuffs... In fact, no, there's no need. You can get new ones. I don't care if we go to war with Crimson pack. We'll be disassociating ourselves with that cursed pack."Chloe's eyes flashed wide as she stood frozen, her shoulders squared. "Father, I love you and appreciate the fact that you care, but I won't be leaving my pack, husband, and title as Luna," she said, her voice steady. "I am married now, and you can't break my home father."Richard's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. "Are you crazy?" he yelled, walking slowly up to her. "This is like signing a death wish. I lost two children already, I can't lose you too."Chloe stood her ground, her chin lifted in determination. "I can take care of myself, Father," she said calmly. And you won't lose me. "In

Martina and Belinda stood tall, their sinister plot to take over the wolf packs and destroy their enemies finally coming to pass. Freda, once a powerful Luna, was now helpless, pushed to the ground by Isabella, a traitor in their midst.Martina crouched down to Freda's level, her eyes gleaming with malice. "It's game over for you, Luna," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.Ethan, once a strong and just Alpha, now stood silently, his eyes glazed over as if under some sort of spell."Tell the guards to push them all to the floor," Martina ordered, her voice cold and commanding. "My sister and I can't be standing with peasants."The guards, loyal only to Martina and Belinda, quickly obeyed, pushing Freda, Calvin to the ground. Ruddy, the previous beta, protested, "What's the meaning of this?" Sorry sire, but we take orders from the higher lords now.Later on, Dominic walked into the main building, his eyes widening in shock as he saw his mother and aunt's sinister plot unfolding

Fredrick's eyes scanned the room, his mind racing with worry. Where was his son, Lucas? He had not seen him since yesterday, and Fredrick had no idea where he might be. He walked over to Lucas's room, hoping to find some clue, but the room was empty.As he entered, he noticed that the wardrobe was wide open, and clothes were scattered all over the floor. But what caught his attention was the envelope on the bed. He picked it up, his mind beginning to race with possibilities.Without wasting a moment, he rushed out of the room and down the stairs, calling out for his mate. "Martha!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the halls.Martha rushed out of the kitchen, a look of concern on her face. "Fredrick, what is it?" she asked, her voice trembling.Fredrick handed her the envelope without a word. Martha took it, her hands shaking as she read the letter inside.As she finished reading, a loud scream tore from her throat. "I can't lose my son, Fredrick! Please, you need to find him. He's

Human world Lyra...It was almost midnight. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the wall clock. I stood in front of my tall mirror, fingers weaving through my hair as I twisted it into a bun. The mirror reflected a woman in black combat gear-my best battle-ready outfit. The fabric clung to my body like armor, a second skin.For a moment, my reflection felt like a stranger staring back at me. Twenty-four. An Alpha and a mother to two incredible twin pups. All that strength, all those titles - and still, the ache inside me pulsed like an open wound.My hands trembled as I loosened my hair, the strands spilling down my shoulders. My breath came ragged, shallow, as if the air itself had turned heavy. The rejection still carved its claws into me, creeping up every moment it gets, dragging me back to places I didn't want to go.I gripped the edge of the dresser, my knuckles white. "You can't start now," I whispered, the words shaking. "Please...body, hold yourself together.