Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s forgotten daughter : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Lyra’s POVThe moment I stepped into the servants’ dormitory, I understood exactly how fast a person could fall from one world into another.Only the night before, I’d been sleeping in the royal quarters, close enough to Luca’s chambers that I could hear his footsteps whenever he returned. Now my belongings sat piled beside a narrow bed in a room I’d share with the palace’s other servants.I stood there a moment, taking in the small, cramped space.This was where I belonged now. A slave. The word Luca had used kept circling through my mind on a loop.You are just a slave and nothing more.I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and began arranging my clothes. I refused to cry, not here. I’d already spent enough tears for one night.“Lyra?”I froze. Hikky stood in the doorway, staring at my scattered belongings. “What happened?”“Nothing,” I whispered.She stepped in anyway. “Don’t give me that. Why are your things here?”I looked away. “Luca had me removed from the royal quarters.”H

Lyra’s POVThe torches advanced in perfect formation, their light throwing long shadows across the scorched ground, and at the center of it all walked King Lucian, his crown gleaming even through the haze of smoke still curling off the ruins of the main hall.“Get behind me,” Luca said, stepping forward, his body angling itself between me and the approaching line of soldiers.“Luca, don’t.” My father’s voice was hoarse, weak from smoke, but urgent all the same. “He’s still your King. Still your father.”“He stopped being either the moment he ordered this,” Luca said without turning around.King Lucian raised a hand, and the soldiers behind him halted in near-perfect unison, spears and torches lowering just slightly, though none of them retreated. He walked the remaining distance alone, stopping a dozen paces from where we stood, his eyes moving slowly across the devastation before finally settling on me.“You survived,” he said, almost thoughtfully, as though the outcome mildly surpri

Lyra’s POVThe carriage tipped fully onto its side, throwing me hard against the door frame. Pain lanced through my shoulder, but I forced myself upright, scrambling toward Elara, who lay tangled in the wreckage of splintered wood and torn upholstery.“Elara!” I grabbed her arm, hauling her free just as the creature’s massive silhouette blocked what little moonlight filtered through the trees.“Get out!” she gasped, shoving the broken door upward with both hands. “Now, Lyra!”I climbed through the gap first, then reached back to pull her out behind me, both of us stumbling onto the road as the guards who’d been riding alongside scattered in every direction, shouting orders that dissolved into chaos.The creature towered above the shattered carriage, its body wreathed in shadow that seemed to writhe independently of any wind, its eyes burning gold like twin embers set deep in a face that wasn’t quite animal and wasn’t quite anything I had a name for. Flame licked along its spine in slo

The first creature reached me before I could turn back fully, and I barely twisted clear of its claws, silver energy exploding from my palm and dissolving it instantly into smoke. Another came from the opposite side, and I ducked beneath its swipe, driving my elbow hard into its ribs.Mrs. Stella watched it all with the same detached, clinical interest she'd once fixed on me in that empty classroom, as though the battle unfolding before her was nothing more than an experiment reaching its final, expected conclusion."You've fought well tonight," she called over the chaos, almost approvingly. "Better than I expected, honestly. But you're already running on fumes, and I have nowhere else to be."She started walking toward me, unhurried, her cane's golden light brightening with every step, and I realized with a sinking dread that she was right. My hands trembled violently now, silver light flickering weaker with each pulse I forced through them, my body demanding a rest I couldn't afford

Lyra's POVThe wingbeats grew louder with every heartbeat, close enough now that dust rained from the chamber ceiling in rhythm with each downward stroke. I clutched the small golden crown tighter against my chest, its dark stone pulsing warm beneath my palm as though it recognized the danger closing in from above."We need to move," my father said, already climbing back toward the stairs despite his injuries. "Now, before whatever that is finds the opening."We scrambled up through the narrow passage, Elara supporting me on one side, Luca limping hard on the other, and the moment we broke through into open air, the full scale of what waited above stopped every one of us cold.A creature circled low over the ruins of Villeron, wings spanning wider than the pack house had ever been, scales shimmering a deep, storm-cloud grey that caught the moonlight in strange, shifting patterns. Its head was long and serpentine, closer to something out of old legend than any Lycan beast I'd ever hear