All Chapters of Assassin of Alpha Academy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyra’s POV Even after a second round that had left us smeared in each other's bodily fluids and dried blood, Mara still had not returned. Rowan was lying on the cot, trying to look like he wasn't on death’s door, and the two semi-immortal self-healing bastards that I'm now mated with and who I just fucked are standing over in the corner whispering. I started pacing, trying to get my senses back on track. My face was still bright red from sex and also embarrassment because what the fuck just happened? I'd have to shove that thought deep down somewhere to dwell on that another day. I twirled a piece of my dirty black hair in my hand as I kept trying to come up with some kind of plan to get us out of this predicament. It wasn't only the damn werewolves now looking for us, it was Aurelia. I knew Commander Rourke wouldn't like any of this, but would he really send subpar hit squads to take us out? Maybe someone forged his name, or maybe it was the council members at play? And what the

Amber’s POVAlpha Richard had kept me locked in his penthouse since the night he marked me. That was the plainest way to say it. No pretty words. No softened edges. No pretending the silk sheets, polished floors, and silver trays of untouched food made this room anything other than a cage. He had forced his mark onto my neck and called it fate. He had pushed his claim into my skin and called it duty. He had told me Star Pack needed a Luna now that Lucian was dead, as if grief gave him permission to take whatever woman he wanted and make her useful. My throat tightened, but I refused to cry again. I had done enough of that after he left. Crying had not unlocked the door. Crying had not scrubbed his scent off my skin. Crying had not made the bite on my neck hurt less every time my pulse beat beneath it. So I stopped crying. I sat by the window instead, wrapped in a robe I had not chosen, staring down at the heart of Star Pack territory while my mind worked itself into something

Amber’s POVWe both moved without looking rushed. Miri returned to the towels. I sat at the vanity and lifted my hair away from the mark, exposing it in the mirror just as Richard walked in. He wore black, because of course he did. Mourning suited men who liked people watching them suffer. His dark hair was tied back, his jaw clean-shaven, his Star Pack ring gleaming on his hand. He looked powerful. He looked calm. He looked like a man who had never once considered the possibility that the woman he locked away might be thinking. “Amber,” he said. His voice made my stomach turn. I lowered my eyes because survival was sometimes uglier than defiance. “Alpha.” His gaze went straight to the mark on my neck. Satisfaction softened his mouth. “You look better.” “I rested.” “You needed it.” I almost told h

Lyra’s POV“Well,” the young man said coldly, his bow still trained on us, “this is either the stupidest invasion I’ve ever seen, or somebody better start explaining why two Alpha heirs are carrying a dying human across my border.”The woods stayed silent after that, except for Rowan’s breathing.That was the sound I couldn’t stop hearing. Not the creak of bows drawn tight around us. Not the shift of boots in the pine needles. Not the low growl rumbling from one of the Star Pack wolves half-hidden behind a tree.Rowan.Each breath scraped out of him like his body had to drag it up from somewhere too deep. Kael held him carefully, but there was no making Rowan look anything other than broken. His head rested against Kael’s shoulder, his skin pale beneath the dirt and fever, one hand hanging limp near Kael’s arm. Mara stood close enough to touch him, her backpack still slung over one shoulder, her fingers flexing like she wanted to check his pulse again but knew one wrong move might mak

Amber’s POVThe penthouse had started to feel like a prison.A beautiful prison, admittedly. Most wolves in Star Pack would have considered staying here an honor. The rooms were larger than some family homes. The windows overlooked half the territory. Fresh flowers appeared every morning, meals arrived before I could ask for them, and servants seemed determined to make sure I never lacked for anything.Except freedom.That part seemed negotiable.I sat curled into one corner of the couch with a book resting open in my lap, staring at the same page I had been pretending to read for nearly an hour. Every few minutes my eyes drifted toward the windows overlooking the territory below.Somewhere out there were answers nobody would give me.Every day that passed without news felt heavier than the one before.The academy was gone. Lucian was dead. Richard was tightening his grip on the pack. And Lyra…I squeezed my eyes shut.No.I refused to think like that.Lyra was alive.She had to be.T