Todos os capítulos de The Bride Who Returned From Death: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Killian’s POVI didn’t bother knocking.I shoved open the doors to my father’s private office with enough force that they slammed against the walls. Both my parents were already there, sitting comfortably like they’d been expecting this.“That was quite a show you put on tonight,” I said, my voice deadly calm.My father didn’t even look up from the glass of whiskey he was pouring. “We did what needed to be done.”“Without consulting me?” I stepped further into the room, letting the door close behind me. “You humiliated her in front of the entire pack. You humiliated me.”My mother finally spoke, her tone as cold as ever. “We gave you options, Killian. That girl has brought nothing but scandal since she arrived. The pack needs stability, not drama.”“That girl is my mate,” I said through gritted teeth.“So you claim,” my father said, finally looking at me. “But the bond doesn’t mean she’s suitable to be Luna. There’s a difference between a mate and a worthy partner to lead this pack.”

Killian’s POVThe haze of alcohol vanished instantly.I pulled away from Lyra, my mind snapping into sharp focus. “When?”“Just now,” Damon said through the door. “The guards caught her trying to flee the estate.”I was already moving, grabbing my shirt from where I’d discarded it. The punishment, and the heat between us, all of that would have to wait.“Stay here,” I told Lyra.“Like hell I will.”I turned to find her already pulling on clothes, her movements quick and determined. The robe was gone, replaced by simple pants and a loose shirt. Her hair was still damp, her cheeks still flushed from what we’d been doing, but her expression was set.“This isn’t a request,” I said firmly. “You’re still recovering from the poison. You should rest.”“Someone tried to kill me,” Lyra shot back, her eyes flashing. “I have every right to see who it was.”“Lyra…”“I’m going, Killian. You can either bring me with you or I’ll find my own way there.”I recognized that stubborn set to her jaw. She m

Lyra’s POVI didn’t understand it myself.Back in the dungeon, when I’d seen that girl struggling to speak, something inside me had stirred. A sense, an awareness I’d never experienced before. It was like I could feel the magic wrapped around her throat, choking her words before they could form.In my past life, I’d never had abilities like this. I was just an Alpha’s daughter with standard wolf capabilities. Nothing special or unique.But now, after my rebirth, everything felt different. Like some dormant part of me had awakened.When the seal appeared under my touch, even I was shocked. The dark symbols writhing across the girl’s skin, pulsing with malevolent energy. I’d revealed it, but I had no idea how to break it.Killian had called for the pack’s strongest spellcaster, an elderly woman named Esme who lived on the outskirts of the territory. She’d arrived within the hour, her face grave as she examined the seal.“This is old magic,” Esme had said, her fingers hovering over the m

Lyra’s POVThe pain dragged me under like a riptide, pulling me into memories that weren’t quite mine but somehow were.I was young again, ten years old. The forest surrounded me, familiar yet different. My hands were small, trembling, and covered in something dark and wet.Blood.“Lyra!” A boy’s voice, desperate and afraid. “Lyra, please!”I looked up, and there he was. Young Killian, sprawled on the ground, clutching his side. Blood seeped between his fingers, staining his shirt, pooling on the earth beneath him.His brown eyes found mine, wide with pain and betrayal.“Why?” he choked out. “Why didn’t you stop them?”I tried to move toward him, but my feet wouldn’t let me. I tried to speak, to explain, but no words came. I just stood there, frozen, my blood-stained hands hanging uselessly at my sides.“I trusted you,” Killian whispered, and the hurt in his voice cut deeper than any wound.The scene shifted, becoming fragmented. My father’s face, twisted with rage. Adult voices argui

Lyra’s POVI should have left, and closed that passage and pretended I’d never seen it.But curiosity pulled me forward like a hook in my chest.I stepped through the opening, and immediately heard the grinding sound behind me. The wall slid back into place, sealing me inside.Panic flared instantly.“No, no, no!” I pushed against the stone, searching frantically for the handle. My hands ran over the smooth surface, finding nothing. “Come on, open!”The wall didn’t budge.My breathing quickened, my chest tightening with the beginning of claustrophobia. I was trapped. In Killian’s secret passage. In a room that isn’t mine. Slightly drunk.This was bad.I forced myself to take a deep breath. Panicking wouldn’t help. There had to be another way out. Maybe at the other end of this passage.I turned and started walking deeper into the darkness. The path sloped downward, lit by dim lights embedded in the walls. My footsteps echoed in the narrow space, each sound making my heart beat faster.