All Chapters of ALPHA KING DOMINIC'S DARKEST CLAIM: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyra sat on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around her middle.Her stomach growled loud enough to echo in the quiet room.She ignored it.Breakfast had started an hour ago, and the dining hall would be full of people by now. Full of him. She couldn't face that. Not after last night. Not after she'd fled from the woods like a coward, leaving Dominic standing alone beneath the moonlight.She'd gone straight back to the palace. Bypassed the festival entirely. Locked herself in her room and pretended the world didn't exist.That had been hours ago.A small, foolish voice at the back of her mind had whispered that he might follow. That he might knock on her door and demand to talk to her. That he might apologize, or explain, or say something, anything, that would make the ache in her chest disappear.He hadn't come.She pressed her palm against her chest, trying to soothe the hollow pain there."Stupid," she muttered to herself. "So stupid."Why would he follow her? Why would he apologiz

Cassandra settled into her chair at the dining table and looked around the empty room.Again.She sighed, picking up her napkin. The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The palace always felt too quiet when she dined alone.A servant appeared at her elbow, pouring wine with practiced efficiency.Cassandra paused, her glass halfway to her lips. "Has Lyra not come down since morning?"The servant exchanged a glance with another staff member near the sideboard. "No, my lady. She never came for breakfast. No one has seen her since last night's Moon Festival in the woods."Cassandra set her glass down with a sharp click.

Caelan had driven his old jeep as far as the old logging road would allow, tires crunching over gravel and fallen branches, until the path simply ended. Swallowed by forest.Then they'd walked.Nearly five miles through woods that grew denser with every step, Vivienne's boots sinking into soft earth that smelled of decay and renewal. Her breath came in white clouds in the cold night air, and her thighs burned from climbing over fallen logs and navigating slopes slick with moss. Now they stood in a clearing no larger than a living room, surrounded by trees that seemed to lean in and listen. The coordinates had led them here, to the middle of nowhere, deep in the neutral territories where no pack held claim. The kind of place where people came to conduct business they didn't want witnessed.They had been waiting nearly an hour now with no sign of anybody else coming.Vivienne wrapped her arms around herself, but the chill had settled into her bones long ago. Beside her, Caelan shifted

Spring Recess was unlike anything found in the human world.At the Capital Wolf Academy and every werewolf school across the Northern Kingdom, the academic year came to an end in early March. Graduation ceremonies marked the close of another year before students packed their belongings and returned to their home packs for nearly three months. It was the longest holiday of the year - a season devoted to strengthening family bonds, learning pack traditions, and training alongside the warriors and elders who would one day fight beside them.For Lyra, however, it was also an opportunity to bring a little more happiness into the kingdom.She stood in the palace gardens with her hands clasped behind her back, a bright smile dancing across her lips as workers hurried from one corner of the lawn to another. The usually peaceful gardens had transformed into a hive of activity. Hammers knocked against wooden beams while cheerful voices drifted through the spring air. Somewhere nearby, an electr

Disclaimer: This chapter contains sensitive content regarding domestic GBV. Warning is hereby given to those such content may find triggering. Hugs.Lyra stood at the edge of the play park, watching parents arrive to collect their children, her face holding a happy grin. The afternoon sun hung low and golden over the palace gardens, painting everything in shades of honey and amber.It had been a week since the theme park opened. Every morning, more children arrived than the day before, their energy seemingly endless, their appetites voracious. The kitchen staff had been forced back to the ovens three times already, shocked at how much food small bodies could consume.But Lyra didn't mind the exhaustion.She watched a little boy drag his mother toward the Ferris wheel, pointing with frantic excitement, and felt something warm settle in her chest. This was worth every aching muscle, every hour of lost sleep."Another long day with the children?"She turned at the familiar voice.Dominic