บททั้งหมดของ Her Three Alphas: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Lyra's POVHis gaze was locked on my lips, and I subconsciously revealed my lips as his fingers caressed my ear. "Are you feeling better now?" He asked with that calming tone that felt like a touch of feather in my ear. The door to the room was pushed open after a while and someone stepped into the room. Turning to the door, I found Thorian and Vaelin making their way in. "Good evening, Lyra. How are you feeling now?" Thorian's deep voice rang in the room as he approached me. "Is she getting better?" He asked Soren this time, and Soren straightened up. "She's recovering, but I think she needs to rest, so her wounds will heal properly," he revealed as sat on a seat close to the bed. Thorian nodded his head before shifting his gaze to me. "I wanted to ask you something important. I wanted to know about your plans," he asked. I was somehow expecting him to ask that question. I was equally thinking the same thing. What exactly was my next plan? "Firstly, I can't stay here… I n

Lyra's POVI didn't react as I expected, and he remained oddly quiet even after the revelation of my plans. Was he doubting me? I wanted to know what he was thinking? My eyes locked on his face with a determined glint in her gaze.Perhaps I should explain further. "I've been thinking a lot about my place here, in your pack," I began, my voice firm and resolute. I could see his expression changing as he looked curious. "I've realized that I want to be more than just a guest, more than just someone who is protected and provided for. I would like to be strong enough to protect myself."I took a deep breath, my shoulders squaring as I continued, "I would like to train, to become stronger and more capable. I'm keen to learn how to defend myself, how to hunt and fight alongside the rest of you. I would like to earn my place here, to confront my fears."His eyes narrow slightly, his expression unreadable, but then I pressed on, my conviction unwavering. "I know it won't be easy, that it will

Thorian's POV"Good, keep your posture straight and don't tense up quickly while fighting," I instructed her. We were training together at the secluded place again, our movements fluid andsynchronized. I was impressed by her skill and focus, but as we spared, her sleeve rode up, revealing a jagged scar on her forearm. My eyes widened in surprise, and I instinctively hesitated, my gaze fixed on the scar. Lyra, sensing my distraction, took advantage and landed a swift kick, sending me stumbling backward. "That was strong," I complimented but noticed something. As we broke apart, Lyra quickly covered her scar, her eyes flashing with a mix of embarrassment and wariness. I was still processing what I had seen, and approached her with a newfound sense of respect and curiosity."Hey, I'm sorry about that," I said, my voice softer. "I didn't mean to stare. "What…happened?" She must've noticed my stare and had to find a way for me to break contact. Her expression turned guarded, bu

Soren's POV The moment I entered the examination room, I scanned her from head to toe, my gaze lingering on the bruise and cut on her forearm. My expression turned stern, and I sighed audibly, shaking my head. "What happened to you?" I asked, my voice firm but laced with concern. "It's just a small bruise." She tried to brush it off, downplaying the severity of the injury, but I wasn't having it. "Don't give me that," I said, my tone scolding. "I've seen this before. You're not taking care of yourself, are you? You're pushing yourself too hard, ignoring your limits." I walked closer, my eyes locked on the injury, and I gently touched the bruise. "This could have been prevented if you'd been more careful. What if it had been worse? What if you'd seriously hurt yourself?" I stepped back, my arms crossed, and continued lecturing her. "I know you think you can simply handle the pain and the injuries, but you can't all the time. You need to start taking care of yourself. No

Lyra's POVI rested comfortably on his chest, my ear pressed against his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we laid together on the bed. The warmth of his body enveloped me, making me feel safe and protected. My hand absently played with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers tracing gentle patterns. His hands stroked my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Why are you still awake?" He asked, and I was quiet for the longest second. "You should go back to sleep. It's going to be dawn soon, and you know you need enough rest to prepare for the training today," he reminded me, sounding a bit concerned. Feeling curious, I lifted my head a little to look at him even in the dimly lit room, he still looked breathtaking and my chin pressed against his chest as I stared at him speechlessly for a while before he cleared his throat. "You seem bold tonight," he pointed out as he stared down at me. "Bold?" I whispered, unable to fathom the meaning to that