Todos os capítulos de Lusting After the alpha queen : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Kayden's POVThe ride back to the fortress was silent.Nyx sat in the back of the jeep, staring out the window. Her face was blank. No anger. No sadness. Just… nothing.I wanted to reach for her. Touch her. Say something that would make it better. But I didn't know what.Silas got away. In all the chaos of Lyra running, he'd slipped into the dark like the snake he was. By the time we thought to look for him, he was gone.And Lyra was gone too. Running through the woods, probably heading straight back to him.We'd lost them both.I looked at Nyx through the rearview mirror. Her eyes were fixed on the dark trees passing by. Through the bond, I felt it. A heavy, crushing weight in her chest. Pain. Deep and old and fresh all at once.Not just from tonight. From everything. Her family. Her uncle. The woman she'd trusted turning out to be a snake. The stone in her heart.It was all sitting on her, pressing down.I wanted to help. I didn't know how.---We got back. The guards opened the gat

Kayden's POVThe training ground at dawn was the best hour.No one watching. No performance required. Just the weight of my own body and whatever the wolf wanted to do with it.I'd been awake since four. Couldn't sleep after holding Nyx while she cried — not because it disturbed me, but the opposite. It had settled something in me so completely that my body didn't know what to do with the quiet.I threw combinations at the dummy until the cold left my hands.The wolf was different now. Less separate. In the early weeks — when the injections were first reshaping whatever Silas had put into my bloodstream, turning the experiment into something actual — he'd come like a force of nature. Unannounced. Violent about it. I'd wake up on floors. Break things without meaning to. The shift had felt like something happening to me rather than something I was doing.Now he was woven in. A second current running underneath my own, always present, not demanding. Like having better hearing and worse p

Lyra's POVI walked for six hours.I didn't plan it. My legs just kept going after I stopped running — slower, less panicked, but still moving because the alternative was standing still somewhere in the dark and I couldn't do that. Standing still meant thinking. Thinking meant everything that had happened in that clearing.I lost one shoe somewhere in the third hour. I kept walking.By the time I found the motel it was almost four in the morning. Small place. Cash, no ID, a man behind the desk who looked at the wall rather than my face. That was enough.The room smelled like old carpet and the particular staleness of a space nobody had bothered to air out in a long time. The mirror above the bathroom sink showed me back to myself.I hadn't looked in a mirror since the night of the gala.Purple bruise along my jaw where Silas had hit me three days ago — not hard, just enough to remind. Dried mud in my hair. A cut above my eyebrow I couldn't remember getting. Mascara tracked down both c

Kayden's POVThe Moon Goddess came for Nyx in her sleep.I felt it through the bond before I woke fully — a disturbance, something spiking and then going strange and then very quiet. I came awake in the dark and she was already sitting up, both hands pressed to her chest, breathing hard."Nyx."She didn't answer right away. Just breathed.I sat up. Didn't touch her. Waited.After a moment she lowered her hands. Looked at the window — just the dark and the faint orange edge of the torch-lit courtyard."Goddess," she said. Not a question."What did she show you?"A long pause."Two versions," she said finally. Her voice was very flat. The flatness that means controlled, not cold. "Of myself. What I become if the stone stays whole." She paused. "And what I become if it doesn't."I waited."The first version was powerful," she said. "Still running the empire. But no one in her court could meet her eyes." She turned her face toward the window. "Not because they feared her authority. Becaus

Lyra's POVFenwick met me in a diner on the edge of a border town.He was already there when I arrived — small man, hunched over a coffee he wasn't drinking, the particular posture of someone who has agreed to something and is already regretting it. He'd aged since I'd last seen him. More grey. Deeper lines.He slid a manila folder across the table before I'd finished sitting down."Debt cleared," he said. "We're done after this.""Done," I agreed."Lyra." His voice dropped. "People have died knowing what's in that folder. Not metaphorically. Recently.""For having it or for looking?"He looked at his coffee. "Both."I opened the folder.It took me a few minutes to understand what I was reading. The pack records went back fifteen years — council minutes, financial transfers, a mediator's report, three witness testimonies that had been filed and then buried in a supplementary archive that nobody checked.I read slowly. Then I went back and read again.The Silvermane land dispute. I'd k