บททั้งหมดของ Rise of the fated alpha pair : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Ronan POV I wheeled back as Lyra’s face turned ashen.Travis laughed in the face of my shock. “You didn’t know?”No, I didn’t. Not that **I’**d admit that to him. But with the truth in front of me, everything clicked into place. How my Alpha powers never worked on her, the way she didn’t back down from a competing wolf, and why she wouldn’t accept me as her Alpha even when her life was on the line.Her hazel eyes skidded to mine. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”The words were light on her lips, nothing but a breath, but it was a stab through the heart. This fierce, brave, dedicated, prideful, and kind wolf had no reason to say sorry. She was a survivor. Just like me, just like my mom.I reached out, wrapping her hand in mine, and for once she didn’t flinch away. Instead, worry knotted her brows.“There is nothing to be sorry for,” I whispered. My thumb grazed the back of her hand.A timid smile warmed her face. “I should’ve told you.”I shook my head. “You would’ve told me when you we

Lyra POV I wiggled underneath him on my back, swinging side to side to avoid his snapping mouth. His giant paw smacked across my face. My neck snapped to the side, and I blinked away the dots. Turning my head, he slapped again. This time, his claws drew blood across my cheek.After everything I’ve been through, he didn’t think I could handle a few scratches . . . Well, the joke was on him. I was a much better fighter than I used to be.My wolf gave Travis a toothy grin. His wolf paused, cocking his head to the side.It was all the time I needed.My hind legs reared under his belly, and I pushed into him. His skin ripped from my claws, his blood spewing across my underside as he flew through the air.I was up and already on top of him when he thudded into the hard ground.My mouth barreled down toward his neck, ready to kill. I should give him a chance to yield, but after everything I’d been through, the females have been through, this fucker didn’t deserve it.A soft groan, but a fam

Ronan POV I refused to think about it anymore.We made it back to the outskirts of the commune for the Yellowstone pack, the small cluster of buildings that served as the hub for our pack. Rainwater pinged off the metal roofs of the animal pens, and stalks of corn swayed slightly in the wind. My cabin was here, as was my office. Xavier, my mother, and a few others lived in this clearing as well. The air was heavy with the scent of mud and wet rock, and I inhaled, feeling immediately calmer. More centered. Thunder rolled slightly in the distance, spurring me to keep up with Xavier.I stopped short as we entered the clearing, immediately spotting our pack medic leaving my mother’s cabin. I rushed toward him, and his eyes widened at the sight of me. I waved his obvious concerns away since my injuries weren’t important. I earned them and didn’t want him fussing over me. My natural healing abilities would have me fixed up enough soon anyway.“How is she?” I asked him. My mother had return

Lyra POV “You are mine, bitch.” His lip curled up in warning, displaying one white canine. “You gave your word. Remember where you stand.”We held eye contact, neither of us backing down. The angry furrow of his brow twitched as exhaustion set in with our standoff, but I didn’t let up. I let my wolf move forward and Travis responded, turning his eyes yellow. Pressure built along my neck and chest, pain blossoming that had nothing to do with Travis or his claws around me. Was it my oath? While it would be amusing to die on the table in front of them, I wasn’t done fighting yet.With a snap of my teeth I submitted, turning away first.Travis smirked, shoving me away and nicking my neck with his claws just because he could. I continued to stare, even as warm blood dribbled down my collarbone. I kept my back straight, and my attention flitted to Rebecca who stared at my neck in mild shock.She’d better toughen up because she would witness a lot worse than this.“Eat,” Travis repeated, sh

Ronan POV The trail wound further and further southwest, closer to the boundaries of the Yosemite pack. It made me nervous. My pack couldn’t have another run-in with them; not when relations were as strained as they were.Though I wouldn’t scoff at a reason to rip out Travis’s throat.I raced ahead of Xavier, wanting a chance to stretch my legs and push my body. There was something simple about running hard that was cathartic and soothing. I couldn’t worry too much when I was sweating and panting up a storm. Xavier growled in irritation, not willing to expend the energy to keep up with me. That was fine.I grinned, my large tongue lolling out of my mouth as I gulped down air. The vamp’s scent was growing closer and fresher. I knew we’d catch up soon.Then I fucked up.Xavier was too far behind me and I wasn’t paying attention, too caught up in my own emotional turmoil. I missed seeing the threat until it was too late. Movement flickered from the corner of my eye, and then I was on th