Lahat ng Kabanata ng TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

LYRAThe night before the chapel meeting, I made a list.Not on paper where Elara or anyone else could find it, just turning it over in my head, again and again, as I sat on the edge of the lake house dock. My feet dangled over water that had gone completely black and still under the late evening sky. Three things. That was all I allowed myself to ask for, because asking for more felt like setting myself up for disappointment before I even stepped through the chapel door.Caelum. Where he was last seen, and anything that might actually lead somewhere real.Thalia. Whether the Circle mentioned in that warning letter was the same one responsible for her death, and if Elara knew who actually gave the order.The Godfather. Whether Elara, after all her years of hunting, grief, and vengeance, had ever managed to figure out a name the rest of us couldn't.“That's an ambitious list,” Sky said, settling quietly and thoughtful in the back of my mind. “For a conversation you aren't even sure wil

LYRAI sat across from Elara on a pew that groaned beneath me, the old wood protesting weight it hadn't carried in decades. I forced myself to hold her gaze instead of letting my eyes wander to the shadows pooling in the chapel's corners."You said we had a lot to talk about," I said. "Start with what you actually want. Not Caelum. Not Thalia. What you want from me, specifically, because I don't believe for a second you set all this up just to hand me information out of the goodness of your heart."Something like approval flickered across her face. "Direct. Good. I have very little patience left for people who beat around the bush." She folded her hands in her lap, completely unhurried. "I want three things, Lyra. Aldric's head. The downfall of Ravenwood as it currently stands. And you, restoring the divinity and pride of the White Wolf bloodline back to what it used to be."The words landed heavier than I expected, each one like a stone dropped into still water. "Aldric's head," I re

LYRA"The bond with your mates matters," Elara said carefully, "but it was never the actual point of the prophecy. It's a tool. A layer of protection built into the whole thing because the Moon Goddess knew you'd need shielding for what you were really meant to do." She paused, watching me take that in. "Your purpose was never just to fall in love and lock down two powerful Alphas, Lyra. Your purpose is to restore the White Wolf bloodline. Fully. Not just by existing as its last daughter, but by actively bringing back the divinity in everyone who carries our blood, even the ones who lost their wolves and can't reach it anymore.""That's impossible," I said, my voice coming out sharper than I meant it to. "I don't have that kind of power. I barely even understand the power I have right now.""Not yet," Elara agreed. "But you're a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself, made flesh, walking around in a body that just happens to look like a girl who survived a fire. That isn't a me

ZEVIAR The signal died eleven minutes ago, and I had spent every one of them fighting the urge to tear down everything Ana had spent three days setting up. "It's probably just the stone," Orion said for the third time, though his voice lacked whatever conviction it started with minutes ago. He paced a tight line along the trees, holding his phone so hard I thought it might crack. "Old buildings mess with cell signals. That's all this is." "You don't believe that any more than I do." "I'm fucking trying to." A few feet away, Ana watched the receiver with a stillness that showed her concern far more than she probably wanted. "The tracker still shows her location," she offered, though her voice lacked its usual confidence. "She hasn't moved from the chapel. Whatever's happening, she's still in there." "That's not the same as her being safe," I said. "No," Ana admitted. "It isn't." Zayn hadn't stopped pacing inside my chest since the earpiece went dead – a low, constant pressure b

LYRAI turned the phone face-down on the table before either of them could catch a glimpse of the screen, my thumb still buzzing from how hard I’d been clutching it."Is everything okay?" Orion asked, already reaching for the phone."Wrong number," I lied, sliding it into my sweater pocket instead. It wasn't a lie I planned on keeping forever, just one that could wait until I'd had more than four hours of sleep and a decent cup of tea. Whatever this was, it would still be there tonight. "Nothing that can't wait."Zeviar's eyes lingered on me a second too long. It was that specific look he gave me when he knew I was hiding something, even if he'd decided not to push just yet. Then the moment passed, swallowed up by the noise waking through the rest of the house.Somewhere above us, a heavy thud shook the ceiling, followed right away by a muffled apology and the scrape of furniture dragging across old floorboards."That'll be the ballroom," Orion said, wincing up at the ceiling. "They s