All Chapters of Lexara Veyne - The Beta's Flame: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room hadn’t quite settled after Eamon’s words. Lexara stood still, arms crossed, eyes down — not in defiance, but in thought. The mist had softened, curling like smoke across the rug. Her resonance had calmed. But not her heart.Kael was the first to speak again, quieter this time. “We’ll figure it out. Rotation. Two at a time. We’ll check in every week. Esme’s got her intel network, and—”Lexara raised a hand. Not harsh. Just enough to make them pause. “You won’t be allowed.”Bran frowned. “What do you mean?”Lexara looked at each of them. “You think Maeron is just going to approve a rotating Beta guard for me in another Alpha’s territory?”Rurik opened his mouth.She cut him off. “The Council would never allow it. You’re all ranked. You have roles. Patrols. Postings. Leaving that — for me — would be seen as weakness. As favoritism.”Dain narrowed his eyes. “So? Let them think it.”Lexara stepped forward now. Voice even. Measured. “We’re not just a family. We’re part of a system.

The morning sky was still clinging to its mist, streaks of pale blue beginning to pull through the clouds. The quiet hush that always fell just before a departure pressed against the walls of the Beta house.Lexara stood at the open window of her room, gaze cast toward the far treeline, where the scent of pines still clung heavy in the air. Her bag sat at the foot of her bed, half-zipped, the last of her leathers laid out beside it. She hadn't touched them yet.Eamon was outside, talking with Dain and Rurik, their voices low and tense but not heated. The rest of her brothers, for once, weren’t hovering.She knew why. Today wasn’t about them. It was about the one she hadn’t said goodbye to yet.When the soft knock came at her door, she didn’t answer. She just turned her head slightly, enough to let whoever it was know they were allowed.The door creaked open, then closed again behind him. Maeron didn’t speak at first. He rarely did when the air between them was this thick.Lexara didn’

The Beta house was still dim with early morning light when Lexara entered the kitchen. Her mother was already there. A pot of something warm simmered on the stove, and her mother’s hands moved slowly — not because she was tired, but because she was thinking. Deeply.Lexara paused in the doorway. Tried to pretend this wasn’t harder than facing down an Alpha. Tried to pretend her mother didn’t already know that.“You packed light,” her mother said without turning.Lexara exhaled a soft laugh. “Didn’t know how long I’d be staying.”Heather Veyne — their mother — stirred the pot once more before setting the spoon aside and wiping her hands. When she turned, her eyes were sharper than Lexara had braced for. Not angry. Not wet with tears. Just full of the kind of knowing that made you feel seen all the way to your bones.“Seraphine’s a wise wolf,” her mother said gently. “And she’ll treat you with the care you deserve.” A pause. Then she added: “But that Alaric… he’s a wildfire waiting to f

The wind changed before the border. Not suddenly. Not sharply. It shifted like a tide pulling back, slow and invisible, leaving only the scent of pine and something… quieter. Older. The air began to smell less like Blackridge and more like something waiting — moss-heavy stillness, deep cedar, the lingering hum of another Alpha’s resonance pressing gently along the edges of the land.Veyra slowed first. Her paws landed silently in the underbrush. No crunch of branch. No snap of twigs. And no imprints left in the earth behind her. It had always been that way. As if the land itself hesitated to hold her presence. As if her wolf — the fire-bright, storm-anchored soul of Lexara — didn’t belong to any single place long enough to leave a mark. She paused beside a narrow stream that coiled through the thinning trees, the water clear and fast, catching light like moving glass. Her reflection flickered in it for a heartbeat — burnished copper fur, silver along the spine glowing faintly where th

Lexara didn’t walk like someone entering new territory. She walked like she’d always belonged there — just hadn’t bothered to announce it yet.Seraphine led them no further than necessary.Once through the ivy-framed threshold, the Luna gave them room to breathe. No fanfare. No handlers. Just a quiet glance over her shoulder as if to say, “Find your own way now. This pack will show itself to you.”Lexara adjusted her pack against her shoulder, boots sinking softly into moss-lined soil.Her pace was unhurried — not slow, but precise. Eamon stayed close, silent as ever, his tall frame absorbing the sideways glances of passing wolves. But none of those wolves were looking at him.Hidden at the edge of the ridge above, another figure watched. Still. Silent. Calculating. Caelum Rook, Gamma-Prime of Seraphine’s territory, watched her walk — and cataloged everything.From the moment Lexara stepped beyond the gate, his mind was already mapping vectors:Her gait: unguarded, despite knowing she