All Chapters of The Alpha’s forgotten daughter : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyra’s POVWe were still talking when the door suddenly opened, and the sight of the person standing there made me immediately straighten my posture.It was Prince Luca’s father.The Alpha King.I quickly bowed my head in greeting.“Good morning, Your Majesty.”He looked at me for a few seconds, and then a strange, almost mischievous smile appeared on his face. I couldn’t understand why he was looking at me that way, and the smile made me feel slightly uncomfortable.He shifted his attention to Luca.“I don’t understand what is going on with you, son.”Luca’s expression changed immediately.“Dad, you……”His father raised his hand, cutting him off before he could finish.“But you must remember something, Luca.”His voice became more serious.“No Lycan has the ability to marry a wolfless girl.”My heart sank the moment those words left his mouth.I lowered my gaze. “A wolfless girl”.That was what I had always been called.A girl without a wolf.A girl who was never supposed to be impor

Lyra’s POVThe moment the bell rang, the three-headed creature lunged straight at me. I barely twisted out of its path in time. Its enormous claws struck the ground where I’d been standing a heartbeat earlier, sending stone chips flying in every direction. I stumbled back, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.I didn’t attack. I couldn’t. All I could do was run.The creature swung all three heads toward me and roared before charging again. I moved as fast as my legs would carry me, weaving side to side, desperate to stay alive. Another claw swept toward me, i ducked. Its tail whipped around I jumped clear as it crashed into the ground behind me hard enough to shake the entire arena. Dust exploded into the air, and I coughed, covering my mouth against it.“Move, Lyra!” someone screamed from the crowd. I didn’t know who. I didn’t have time to look.The beast came again, and everywhere I turned, it followed, as though it had been built for one purpose alone .. to end me. The crowd

Prince Luca’s POVMy father’s words had been circling in my head from the moment he left my chambers. It is a do-or-die affair. I knew exactly what that meant. At Silver Moon Academy, the promotional examination was no ordinary test where students sat behind desks answering questions. It was a trial of strength every student faced a creature, and only those who survived and proved themselves would rise to the next class. For students whose wolves had never awakened, the danger doubled. Their lives hung in the balance until their wolves were forced to emerge.I hated the entire system. But I knew my father. If I challenged him openly before the examination began, he would only make things worse for Lyra. Everyone already knew she was wolfless. That alone made her a target. So I said nothing.But I made one decision. If things turned dangerous, if Lyra’s life was truly threatened, I would climb that mountain myself and take her away rules, examination, consequences be damned.When I a

Lyra’s POVLuca finally broke the kiss. I was still trying to catch my breath when I noticed movement around us the guards who had turned their backs earlier as a sign of respect while he kissed me were slowly facing forward again, heads bowing one by one as the people who had fled the place to save their lives began trickling back.Then I saw him. The King. Luca’s father, walking toward us flanked by several guards, and the entire gathering fell silent at once. The shift in atmosphere pressed against my skin, whispers rippling through the crowd until even those faded into nothing. The silence that followed felt so heavy I imagined a dropped needle would have echoed across the whole mountainside.I stood beside Luca, unsure what to do, when an elderly man stepped forward, his face carved with grief, tears streaking down cheeks reddened with weeping as he stared toward the mountain. He was the Babaláwo, the royal diviner and spiritual seer who interpreted the supernatural and the kingd

Lyra’s POVElara stopped a few steps away from me, and the silence between us stretched long enough to make my stomach twist. I searched her face for any trace of the warmth I was used to, but found none.“Elara?” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “What’s wrong?”She glanced past me, toward the crowd still murmuring near the base of the mountain, then lowered her voice. “You need to come with me. Now.”“Why?” I asked.“Not here.” Her eyes flicked toward the King, still standing near Luca, the two of them locked in a silence heavier than any argument. “Please, Lyra.”I hesitated, then followed her away from the gathering, toward a quiet stretch of path shielded by the tree line. Only once we were alone did she turn to face me fully.“My father has called an emergency council,” she said. “Tonight.”“About what?” I asked again.“About you.” She finally replied.My chest tightened. “Me?”She nodded, and for the first time I saw something close to fear behind her composure. “What