บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S SACRIFICIAL MATE: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Lira's POV The Northern Vault was completely silent. It was not just that there was no sound it was like the weight of centuries was pressing down on me. The air inside was cold. It did not feel as harsh as the wind outside. Instead it had a taste, like ozone and old dust. As I walked deeper into the mountain the walls started to glow with a pulsing light. It was like the moss on the walls was beating in time with my heart. The tunnel opened up into a circular room. In the center of the room there was a white stone pillar surrounded by a pool of still silver water. I said loud "Is anyone here?" My voice echoed off the walls sounding small and weak. No one answered,. As I approached the pool the water started to shimmer. I looked down expecting to see my own reflection staring back at me. Instead I saw a woman who looked like me. She had the silver mark on her neck and the same dark hair.. Her eyes were different. They were full of not fear. She was standing in a field. It was no

Lira's POV The Great Hall, a cold and scary place was now full of life. The green light I had made didn't just disappear; it stayed in the building. Ivy grew thick and strong around the pillars and the smell of crushed mint and wet earth replaced the metallic smell of silver and fear. I stood on the stage my legs finally giving way as the excitement drained from my body. The silver glow in my eyes pulsed one time before fading back to brown leaving my vision blurry and my head spinning. I felt a warm pressure against my back—Ronan. He didn't say a word. His hand on my waist was the only thing keeping me from falling down. Below us the pack was a sea of bowed heads. The silence was complete, broken by the soft sound of the mother in the front row crying as she held her healthy son. "Look at them " Ronan’s voice rumbled, low and angry. He wasn't looking at the pack. He was looking at the group of men huddled near the Alpha’s throne. Dominic and the three other ranking Elders looke

Lira's POV The first morning of the era did not bring the peace I had hoped for. I woke up in Ronan’s bed. The smell of cedar and masculinity surrounded me. For a seconds I forgot I was an Atoner. I forgot about the mark on my neck. I was a woman waking up next to her mate. Then I saw my hands. The silver lines under my skin were buzzing with energy. The land was calling to me. It was an sad sound. Ronan was already up. He was standing by the window with a map on an oak table. He was wearing leather and fur. His Alpha presence was strong in the room. When he saw me move he smiled. His eyes turned warm. "You slept for twelve hours " he said. He kissed my forehead. "The pack is waiting for their Luna in the square." "I'm not ready Ronan " I whispered. I was holding the silk sheets. "Yesterday was a miracle.. Today... Today they'll see I'm still just Lira. I don't know how to fix a world." "You already started " he said. He pointed to the window. I stood up. Joined him. The court

Lira's POV The Black Stone Tablet was still glowing like crazy since we got back from the orchards. It was sitting in the middle of the Great Halls table pulsing with a silver light that was like a warning. "They are here " Kael said, his voice all tight. He was standing by the windows looking out at the horizon. I went to stand with him. Ronan put his hand on my back to protect me. We saw a big group of people coming up the mountain pass. It was way more impressive than the High Families carriages. There were three flags waving in the wind: the Golden Sun of the Southern Plains the Jagged Peak of the Western Crags and the Crimson Hand of the Iron-Claw which was really scary. "Xandra " Ronan said, his jaw clenched hard I could hear his teeth grinding. "You sound like you know her well " I said, trying not to sound scared. "We grew up together " Ronan said, looking at the Crimson Hand flag. "Our dads wanted us to get married and make a powerful family.. I said no as soon as

Lira's POV I rode my white mare away from the Pack House. The comfort of the Silver-Grip felt really far away. The grey mist was around us making everything feel heavy and sad. Ronan rode beside me his back and his eyes fixed on the mountain pass ahead. He had not said than ten words since we left the summit and the silence between us was feeling really weird. Behind us the Iron-Claw warriors were riding in a group. Their armor was making a lot of noise like a warning. Xandra was leading them. She was not riding a horse. She was on a fierce tundra wolf and she looked really relaxed and ready to attack. Xandra called out to Ronan, her voice cutting through the mist. "You are falling behind Ronan." She kicked her wolf forward and rode up beside Ronan so I was between them. "I remember when you could not wait to get to the Crags. You used to say the air here felt like freedom." Ronan did not look at her. "The air here feels like blood and bad choices Xandra. Let us focus on the