All Chapters of The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Lyra~Back in Vampire's territory.The heavy doors of the mansion closed behind me like a tomb seal. I didn't see the guards, the polished floors, the worried faces. I was like a ghost walking through a too-bright world. My clothes were stiff with blood that wasn't mine... Mathew's, maybe, or the ones slaughter all around the pack. Ash and dirt ground into the fabric.My feet carried me. Up the stairs. Down the hall, and straight to my room.As soon as the door shut. I didn't even turn on the light. I went straight to the bathroom, removed the filthy clothes from my skin, and stepped into the shower. The water was steamy, but I didn't feel it clean me. It just turned the blood on my skin to pink rivers that swirled at my feet. I scrubbed until my skin was raw.I pulled on soft, clean clothes. The normal fabric felt strange against my scraped hands.Then I fell back on the bed. Not to sleep. Just to stop moving. To remember how to breathe.The weight of it all pressed down on my ches

LyraMy heart broke for her. After everything she had been through, the Goddess finally gives her this… a second chance at love—and dangles it on a half-dead mate laying almost lifeless on the couch. It was the cruelest joke I’d ever seen.One would have laughed at this madness if this wasn’t such bad timing.Meanwhile, Ember on the other hand breaks from her shock and stumbles forward, her legs giving out as she collapses to her knees beside him. Her hands rose, trembling violently, hovering over the brutal parts of his injuries. She touched his cheek with her fingertips, then flinched back as if burned by the coldness of his skin.As if that wasn’t bad already… A sound left her, a low, wounded whine from her wolf. She assessed—the deep, vicious cuts on his body, the awful pallor of his skin and the terrifyingly faint struggle of his chest to rise and fall. Her entire world shrank to this broken stranger.I moved, placing a firm hand on her shuddering shoulder, I kept my voice low an

Lyra I stood in the war room, surrounded by the faces of my most trusted allies, Uncle Gerald's wise eyes meeting mine as we pored over the map of Crimson pack. The scent of old parchment and stale air filled my nostrils as we discussed our plan of attack. Two days had passed since my return from Lupari pack, and Ember's mate had been brought back unconscious. Now that the matter has been sealed, it was time to take action."Uncle Gerald, what if we take the eastern route?" I asked, tracing the path with my finger.Gerald nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good idea, Lyra, but we risk being seen by their mercenaries. We can't use omega route, we need a more covert approach."I nodded, knowing he was right. We couldn't afford to be detected, not yet. That's when Gerald brought out a detailed map, highlighting a secret route that led to the pack's western border."It'll take us longer, but it's the best chance we have of sneaking in undetected," he said, his voice low and ste

LyraI smiled, a hint of warmth in my voice. "You heard me right, Freda. You have two beautiful grandsons." Freda's eyes filled with tears, and she covered her mouth, trying to stifle a sob. I nodded, turning to leave. "I'll send them in, okay?" As I walked out, I heard Freda's whispered words, "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."I hurried back, bringing River and Rowan with me. They clung to my legs, eyes wide as they looked at Freda. "Mummy, who is this?" River asked, his voice small, both boys hanging back."This is your grandma Freda," I said, smiling at them."Grandma? But we have Grandmother Elisa already," Rowan said, his brow furrowed."Grandma Elisa is mummy's mother. So that means she's daddy's mother?" River asked, his eyes curious."Yes," I said, nodding. "Yes.""Was Grandma Freda good to you? If she isn't, I won't go to her," Rowan said, pouting. "Me too," River added, both boys looking stubborn.I knelt down, their little faces looking up at me. "Didn't I teach you two abo

LyraI woke up and the first thing I did was grab my phone. Today was finally it, the day I would journey for war. The day I'd been anticipating and dreading for a while now. I didn't know what to feel. I got up, showered, and got dressed in war clothes. The outfit was a white blouse, tight leather pants that hugged my legs, and I had a sword. I'm a wolf, yes. I have claws, but I wanted to sever the head of those witches once and for all. I looked at myself in the mirror, the sword at my side, the leather pants making me feel ready, the white blouse a stark contrast to the battle I was about to face.I couldn't help but wonder why the council hadn't reached out to me. Were they waiting for me to flunk and fail? I looked out the window, and I could see the war preparation. Vans were already lined up, warriors were going in and out, putting fighting equipment in. One thing we had were bombs, bombs to knock them out cold temporarily. They would be rendered weak and fall in a deep sleep w