All Chapters of Her Three Alphas: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lyra’s POVI heard him come across the garden.Soren’s footsteps were specific. Measured and even, the walk of someone who moves with deliberate economy. I knew them without looking.I was sitting on the low wall at the edge of the herb beds and I had been sitting there for the better part of an hour, holding the thing I had been holding for six days and not quite knowing when to say it.I had not told Thorian. That was the thing that had made this particular silence strange. I tell Thorian everything, usually in the same hour I know it. That had been one of the most specific changes in the year I had been at Moonveil. The person I used to be would have carried things alone until they became very heavy. The person I was now took them to him.But this one I had been holding.Not from fear. Not from doubt. For a reason I could not quite articulate, except that it felt like something that deserved to be said to Soren first.He sat beside me on the wall without asking whether I wanted com

Lyra’s POVOne year later.The pack house in late autumn had a specific warmth to it that I had not fully understood when I arrived. I understand it now.It is the warmth of a place that has been fully lived in. The kind that accumulates over time in the walls and the floors and the specific arrangement of the furniture that has been moved and moved back and finally settled into its right configuration. The smell of the kitchen at seven in the morning. The sound the east staircase made on the third step. The quality of the light in the hall when the leaves were changing outside and the afternoon sun came through at the specific angle of the season.A year. It felt both much longer and much shorter than a year.Aria was four months old.She was asleep in the room when I left her, which gave me approximately the twenty-five-minute window of quiet I had learned to navigate with the focused efficiency of someone who has recently reorganized their entire understanding of time. I came downs

Thorian's POVI watched Lyra sleep and felt something close to terror sitting in my chest like a stone.It wasn’t new, exactly. I’d felt fear before, the sharp kind that comes right before a fight, the cold kind that comes when you think you might lose.But this fear was different.This one didn’t fade once the danger passed, because the danger never really passed anymore.Not with Severance remnants still loose in the territory.Not with a child growing inside the woman I loved more than my own life.“You’re doing it again,” Lyra murmured without opening her eyes.“Doing what?”“Staring at me like I’m about to disappear.”“You’re not about to disappear.” I said it firmly, more to convince myself than her. “I’m just thinking.”“About what?”“About how many ways this could go wrong.”She opened her eyes then and looked at me with that patient, knowing expression she’d perfected over the years we’d been together.“Thorian. I’m pregnant, not breakable.”“There’s a difference between brea

Lyra's POV“You’re going to forget about us,” Emre blurted out, the words rushing together like he’d been holding them back for hours. “About the hybrid program. About me.”The honesty of it hit me square in the chest.“Emre, why would you think that?”“Because you’re going to have your own baby now.”He swiped angrily at his eyes with the back of his hand, like he was furious at himself for crying in front of me.“A real baby. Your baby. Why would you still care about training a bunch of hybrids who aren’t even really yours?”“Hey.”I crouched down in front of him again, taking both of his hands in mine.“Look at me, Emre.”He did, reluctantly, his chin trembling despite his obvious effort to hold himself together.“You are mine,” I said firmly. “Maybe not by blood, but that has never mattered to me, not once, not for a single second since the day I found you and the others. Having this baby doesn’t erase that. It doesn’t replace you.”“But you’ll be busy. You’ll have less time.”“Pr

Lyra's POVThe scout arrived just after dawn, breathless and bleeding from a shallow cut above his eyebrow, his message urgent enough that he’d run the entire distance from the northern border without stopping.“Severance remnants,” he gasped out, bracing both hands against his knees. “A cell, sighted near the northern territory line. At least a dozen of them, maybe more.”Thorian was on his feet instantly, all traces of softness from the night before gone, replaced entirely by the hard, focused energy of an Alpha preparing for war.“When?”“Within the hour. They’re moving slow, like they’re testing our patrols rather than attacking outright.”“Timing,” Thorian said grimly, his eyes flicking toward me across the room. “This is too close to the announcement to be coincidence.”My stomach twisted, and not from morning sickness this time.“You think they targeted us specifically? Because of the pregnancy?”“I think Severance remnants don’t show up at our northern border days after we ann