Todos os capítulos de Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Draven's POVAs soon as the carriage was an entire block out of sight, I wheeled around and marched back to my compound with grim determination."Draven," Kade yelled, then broke into a run to keep up with my long legs. "What are you doing?"“Planning,” I grunted, still walking quickly.I wasn't going to make her face that evil Council on her own and fuck formal hearing.In less than an hour, my war room was bustling with input from advisors, strategists and even anyone who knew anything about the Council's fortress where gangbanging trials occurred.Maps covered every available surface. Papers and affidavits in precarious piles on each chair.Cassian stepped into the doorway, uninvited but hardly unexpected.“I am helping whether you want me here or not,” he said, daring me to push back.For my part, I did not even dispute. "Good. We’ve got to have all the answers we can possibly get.”Letting them go, he went over to the large table and studied the fortress maps with a tactical eye.

Draven's POVThe stadium went absolute feral when the Moon Goddess physically materialized in front of us.It was also something I never, ever have seen before in my life.Divine power rendered raw and visible, palpable, so strong my wolf cowered flat inside me in feral submission to it.At the same time, she was horrifying and more beautiful than words can express. Impossibly old, her shape ever mutating between wolf and woman and something halfway between.Her eyes were lit by a thousand moons.“ENOUGH,” her voice thundered across the arena, and tens of thousands of wolves instantly fell silent.There was in it no loudness of sound, but it swayed over them with a most absolute tyranny that there was no gainsaying nor resisting.It wasn’t Lyra, she was not talking through this girl. She was present in her own right, showing herself as a god for the first time in recorded history.They knelt before the Council, some in true awe but most in raw, primal fright to be near something of su

Lyra's POVI mean, after everything Sable had done to me over months of cold-blooded degradation and cruelty, all her manipulating mess sided with a smattering of lies along the way coupled with crumbling my world down around me—and fucking everybody involved in it— I just couldn't ignore real, not-fucking-around distress on someone’s face.I sprinted toward the make-shift medical tent they’d prepared just for the trial, running right behind Marcus and Cassian. I could feel my pulse racing in my chest from both excitement and fear.The scene inside was truly horrific, words cannot even begin to describe it.Sable thrashed upon a plain cot in the middle of the room, limbs jiggling violently as if her joints, bones and muscles twisted in anatomically impossible positions. With howls that were utterly inhuman, the pure raw sounds of agony caused every person within earshot to physically flinch and back up.The pregnancy, intended to be five months along at most, had somehow implausibly s

Cassian's POVI watched as the black veins moving so quickly in life, even swarming up Lyra’s arm like they were alive, had spread and expanded across my mother’s cold, satisfied face."You must be lying," I gasped, not wanting to but hoping You are bluffing about the extent.But her wicked little smile let me know she wasn’t really lying.This was happening and it was entirely real. Lyra was dying before our very eyes, consumed from the inside by a poison meant to kill what made her different.Draven was already running at a breakneck speed towards Lyra’s crumpled body on the floor."How do we perform the cure?" he bellowed, his voice improbably steady for such a catastrophically bad situation. “What do you really need to fix her?”My mother described the procedure with clinical dispassion literally as though she were dictating a routine cooking recipe rather than a life or death rite.“An Alpha has to willingly give up his life force by prolonged physical contact with the victim," s

Draven's POVI let Lyra's dying corpse fall into my hands and pressed it to my chest, refusing the conclusion that this was truly over.I could barely detect her pulse beneath my hand, which I pressed to her chest - a weak little thud that got weaker and weaker with every second. Her breathing was terrifyingly shallow, each breath weaker and farther apart.In then the last desperate act of severing herself from Luna power, cutting off her connection to the divine source keeping her alive and strong and connected to the blessing."Get healers!" I snarled at whoever was listening, not caring that they heard my need; I knew it weakened me, but I didn't care. "Now! Immediately! She is dying!"Several healers burst into the tent in seconds, all around us with concerned faces of professionals and practiced motions.They looked over Lyra with practiced hands, feeling her pulse in her wrist and throat, feeling at the rise and fall of her breathing, at the fast-cooling skin of her body; their