The Alpha's Forbidden Flame의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Lyra Vayne moved through the trees with the confidence of someone who belonged there. Stormfall pack wolves were trained young, but Lyra had been shaped more sharply than most. It was expected, as she was Alpha Thorne’s daughter, heir to the Stormfall pack, the one expected to lead their warriors into the next generation.Every wolf in Stormfall knew exactly who she was. They bowed when she passed. They watched her with pride, expectation, and sometimes fear. Her training had recently amplified, especially now that she had turned 25. She was now old enough to take over the pack. Not that her father would give it up just yet. But it meant she was expected to do more. More patrols. More meetings. More training. And that was exactly what she was doing. Her boots sank into the forest floor, dew clinging to the leather. The cold air stung her lungs, but she welcomed it. It kept her focused. It kept her mind sharp and in control.Her patrol shift was nearly over. The sun hovered just below

The training grounds of Stormfall were alive with movement long before the sun had fully risen. Frost clung to the grass, glittering beneath the pale morning light. Lyra stood at the centre of the training ground, her breath steady, her muscles coiled and ready as she faced the circle of warriors around her.“Again,” her father commanded.Alpha Thorne’s voice cut through the cold. He stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Lyra didn’t need to look at him to feel the weight of his expectations pressing against her.She lunged.Her opponent, a broad-shouldered warrior named Garron, met her strike with a grunt, blocking her blade with his own. The clash rang through the clearing, echoing off the surrounding trees. Lyra pivoted, sweeping low, forcing Garron to stumble back. She pressed forward, relentless, her movements fluid and precise.She never used her full strength; she knew from a young age she was abnormally strong, especially in wolf form. But she didn’t want to l

The red moon rose only once every five years. Most packs treated it as an omen of change, of endings, of beginnings. But in totally different ways. Some wolves stayed inside on nights like this, wary of what the sky might be trying to say, and others thought it was a bad omen.Lyra had never been one of those wolves. She was mesmerised by it. It was the only time she felt like she could truly feel the moon within her.She slipped out of the pack house long after most pack members had retired for the night, moving silently through the forest. Above her, the moon hung low and enormous, washed in a deep, eerie crimson that bled across the treetops.It made the forest look otherworldly. Ancient. Alive. And she found it utterly beautiful.Lyra’s breath caught as she reached an opening in the trees, revealing the neutral clearing. The moonlight painted everything in shades of red and black, making the area look ethereal.She walked out and sat on her normal spot, the fallen log, drawing her

Lyra felt it the moment she stepped into the clearing that evening, the kind of silence that didn’t belong in the border woods. No birds. No rustling. Just a heavy, unnatural stillness that made the hairs on her arms rise. This wasn’t the first time she felt it, and it had been days since she found the marks, but this time her senses were screaming at her.Talia was already pacing when Lyra arrived, her movements sharp and restless.“You’re late,” Talia said, though her voice cracked with relief.“By a minute,” Lyra replied. “What’s wrong?”“Everything feels… off.” Talia rubbed her arms. “Like something’s watching.”Lyra scanned the trees. “I feel it too. I don’t think we should stay; we need to leave.”Talia nodded. “I agree.”Before they could move, a branch snapped nearby.They both froze. Then another branch snapped. Confirming Lyra hadn’t imagined it.She knew something felt wrong. This can’t be happening now.Lyra’s hand flew to her knife. She heard Talia’s breath hitch.Another

Training had stayed the same since the rogue sightings, staying more intense and a lot longer. The pack warriors were more tense, which made the rest of the pack nervous, especially as the drills were harsher. Her father had not only intensified the training, but he had also doubled the sessions, pushing every wolf harder than before. The rogues had rattled him, even if he refused to admit it.“Again!” he barked as Lyra hit the ground, rolled, and sprang back to her feet.Her muscles burned. Sweat stung her eyes. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not with her father watching. Not with the entire pack watching.She lunged at her sparring partner, ducked under his swing, and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the dirt with a grunt.“Good,” her father said. “But faster next time.”Lyra swallowed her frustration and nodded.Next time. Of course, there was a ‘but next time’, there always was from her father.By midday, her arms trembled from t