Todos os capítulos de Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lyra's POVI sped to where the explosion had taken place at a speed my body had never attained before, an otherworldly velocity. The new electricity running though me was foreign and disorienting, like I was linked to dozens of outlets at the same time as opposed to a single one. There was an energy vibrating just under my skin that felt strange but also like nothing I had ever known.The crater was huge by the time I got there, still smoldering with lingering heat and destruction. The stone floor was gone, replaced by a huge hole in the ground. Obviously deadly to anyone unfortunate enough to be located in the direct impact zone.No one could have lived through an explosion like that.I felt the familiar clench of panic in my chest, as the truth started to soak in.Draven and the rest of them rushed around to come up right after me, we all searched frantically for survivors in the debris and wreckage. Air was heavy with dust, and the sting of dark magic remnants.We found Elara’s body

Dravens’s POV The ancient voice faded from the room, but its poison seemed to linger like toxic smoke. Lyra and Cassian turned back to me, and in their eyes and expressions, I saw that they knew I had been withholding further information from them. I had hoped to have this entire situation under control and fully organized into a neatly wrapped package well before it could have become a public issue that would complicate everything, but Malachai had ensured that it was revealed out loud at the worst possible moment. “My scent was found at the feral attack site—every one of them that the intelligence reports ignorantly include in their investigations.” My chest tightened, and my heart fell. “But not because I have committed the attacks. Someone has been stealing my personal scents for weeks, planting them at each of the locations.” It sounded like something the guilty party would say, and Lyra’s face went stark white and her eyes widened. “How… How is that possible? Why did you no

Lyra's POVI woke up gradually, my head hurting so badly that it felt like someone was smashing me over the head with a hammer, again and again.Initially I thought my eyes were shut. But as I reached for a way to muster them wider, further open, I saw with rising horror that they were already open.I was in pitch darkness. Not night-dark, where shapes and shadows still exist. This was the complete lack of all light, the Void that the cultists so feared.I struggled to move, but heavy chains were binding my wrists and ankles painfully.I was tied down to something that felt like a cold slab of stone; its surface was rough and old against my skin.My pathetic Luna spark was fluttering weakly inside me, attempting to manifest itself with no success in attaching itself accurately. Somehow the chains were actually dampening my powers with evil sorcery.My added collective powers which had linked me to the other Lunas were now impossibly far away, like trying but failing to hear tiny whisp

Lyra's POVI managed to convince Morgana to get me the chance to talk with Elder Rafael by telling her that I just wanted to understand the old Council's view and reasoning.A rather unexpected agreement; maybe she wanted me to start seeing things their way and lose faith in the Goddess.Rafael appeared so old and spiritually destitute in the stifling darkness of his cell.All his former uprightness and spirit was gone, instead, he drooped his shoulders and shook in the hands."Why did you help them?" We were alone and I whispered in a low voice, “Did you feel that?”Rafael heard a very long silence before the reply.“The Council found Malachai’s prison long ago,” he said, his voice raspy and ravaged. "The Moon Goddess exiled him and created the Void Temple as his eternal prison."He wriggled with difficulty in his ponderous shackles."And the Council seized on a chance, we should've destroyed the prison entirely or strengthened their seal like we did finally do, but they saw a opport

Draven's POV“make a choice, and do it fast,” Morgana added as she glided her hands over the ritual materials that were arrayed upon a second altar below hers. I saw bones there. Vials of dark liquid. The things I didn’t want to name. “The longer you wait the more she suffers.”I glanced at Lyra propped against the stone altar. Her head snapped up and even from here I could see her eyes go wide as she realized it was us. She began to shake her head back and forth in desperation, her mouth moving, lips shaping words I couldn't hear. All round her there was a magical silence, as though she were enclosed in a bubble. She was yelling at us and not one word we heard.My heart twisted in my chest. She looked so small up there. So breakable. This was the woman who had challenged wild wolves, who had met with the Elder Council without fear, who had been a leader of men upon the field of battle. And now she was pegged like a beast, defenseless, down here to die.Not if I could stop it.“I’ll d