All Chapters of TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LYRA“No.” The word slipped out before I even thought about it. “No, that’s not true – that’s a lie.”“Is it?” Elara didn’t move or raise her voice. She just let the question hang between us, calm and steady like everything else about her. “You sound really sure for someone who spent years not even knowing who she was.”“I know them.” My hands started shaking again, and I let it happen because there was no point in hiding it. “I’ve fought alongside them. I’ve seen them almost tear themselves apart rather than let anyone hurt me. If they’d had anything to do with what happened to my parents, I’d know. I’d feel it.”“Would you?” Something almost gentle showed up in her face, and that felt worse than if she’d been cruel. “You didn’t even realize your own memories were missing until the pieces started coming back to you one by one. Why would you think this would feel any different?”I didn’t have an answer. She let the silence stretch long enough that it settled in my chest like a stone s

ZEVIARZayn hadn't stopped pacing since we left the arena.“She smells different,” he said, for the third time in as many minutes. We were walking through the service corridor beneath the east stands, Lyra a step ahead of us with Orion at her other side. “Did you notice she smells different?”“I noticed you won't shut up about it.”“I'm allowed to make observations.”“You're allowed to make fewer of them.”He quieted down, mostly, though I could still feel him pressed up against the inside of my ribs, restless in a way that had nothing to do with the fight we'd just walked away from. I understood the feeling. I just wasn't interested in narrating it to my own wolf in real time.Lyra walked like every part of her hurt and none of it mattered. Her jaw was raw, her ribs were still wrapped, and dried blood that wasn't hers was caked along her collarbone. Yet she moved through the corridor like she owned the stone under her feet. She hadn't asked where we were taking her. She hadn't asked

LYRA"What?"The word came out smaller than I intended, swallowed by the low ceiling and the four walls that suddenly felt like they were closing in on us. In the back of my mind, I felt Sky stir. She was awake and present, but keeping completely still, the way you go quiet around something you sense is about to shatter."What do you mean, ‘your daughter’?" I took a step forward before I even realized I was moving, my hand coming up as if I could physically push the words back into his mouth. "This is–this has to be some kind of joke. I get that Thalia was your mate. I understand that. But Willow isn't–she can't be–""She is," Silas said quietly."How?" My voice cracked on the word. "How is that even possible? You said the coven severed the bond. You said they banished her before anything–""Not before," Silas said. I watched him force himself to keep looking at me, even though every part of his posture wanted to look away. "I told you we mated. That happened first. The severing came

LYRA The council chamber had never felt small before tonight. I'd stood in this room once before, weeks ago, while Kael tried to strip away everything I hadn't even learned to want yet. It had felt massive then, all cold marble and ceilings far higher than any room needed. Now, packed with every raised voice in Ravenwood's leadership, it felt like a box slowly running out of air. Kael stood at the head of the long table, both hands braced flat against it. Even from where I sat between Zeviar and Orion, I could see his jaw working. "Fourteen packs," he said. The number landed heavier each time someone repeated it tonight, as if saying it enough times might finally make the room understand its weight. "Fourteen packs attacked the exact same way, on the exact same night, coordinated across territories that don't even share borders or alliances. Tonight makes fifteen." "We know who orchestrated it." Aurora's voice, quieter than Kael's, cut through the noise anyway. She sat near the

LYRAMy room felt like it belonged to someone else.Everything was exactly where I’d left it, the same blanket folded at the foot of the bed, the same water glass on the nightstand, gone cloudy with dust. Nobody had touched a thing since the guards came for me and marched me off to isolation. It should have felt like coming home. Instead, it felt like looking at a photograph of a life I used to have, back when I was a person who hadn't learned any of what I knew now.I sat on the edge of the bed, still in my torn trial clothes. Changing out of them felt like admitting the night was over, and some stubborn part of me wasn't ready to let it go. What a long day it had been. My mother's dagger sat beside me on the blanket, its crest catching the low lamplight. Thalia had pressed it into my hands the year I turned twenty, telling me to keep it close without ever fully explaining where it came from. I hadn't understood what I was carrying back then. I still wasn't sure I fully understood no