Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s forgotten daughter : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Lyra’s povKing Lucian's soldiers spread into a wide crescent along the ridge, cutting off any retreat toward the northern caves where the pack survivors waited, and the King himself finally stepped into full view at the center of the formation, his crown catching torchlight the same way it had in the courtyard hours earlier, before any of this had spiraled so completely out of anyone's control."You destroyed my Cinderwraiths," he called down, his voice carrying easily across the scorched valley. "Impressive, for a girl I was told carried no wolf at all.""Your Cinderwraiths," I repeated. "So it was you. Not Mrs. Stella."Something flickered across his expression seems he’s surprise, quickly smoothed over. "That woman has her own ambitions. I merely allowed her enough rope to see where they led." He gestured toward the guardian looming protectively beside me. "Though I confess, I hadn't accounted for that particular complication.""Father," Luca said, stepping fully into view despite

Lyra's POVThe world spun violently as the guardian's wings faltered, and for one terrible, weightless moment, all I could feel was the rushing wind and the certainty that we were about to die exactly the way this endless night had threatened to kill us a dozen times already."Hold on!" Luca shouted, one arm wrapping hard around my waist as the guardian's descent steepened, its wings beating desperately against injuries that clearly refused to cooperate any longer.The ground rushed up faster than I could brace for, and at the last possible second, the creature twisted its massive body, absorbing the worst of the impact along its own uninjured side rather than letting any of us bear the full force of the crash. Even so, the landing threw us all sprawling across broken earth, the air punched entirely from my lungs on impact.For several long seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Somewhere nearby, I could hear the guardian's ragged, shallow breathing, each inhale sounding weaker than the

Lyra’s POV“Zanny…… Zanny , where are you?”My voice echoed through the dark shelves, swallowed almost instantly by the silence, and no answer came. Instead, the library bell began to ring, loud enough that my heart lurched painfully in my chest.I froze. I needed to get out. Immediately.But my eyes caught on the two books still sitting on the table, and my attention snagged hard on the one about the girl who had slept for exactly forty-two nights. That number refused to leave me alone. I had slept for forty-two nights myself, and here it was again, staring back at me from the stranger’s book he gave to me from this forbidden library.Coincidence? I didn’t believe it for a second. And I wasn’t ready to leave any of it behind.“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “I know what to do.”I grabbed the books and tucked it beneath the waistband of my skirt, my cardigan long enough to hide the shape if I moved carefully. I pressed one hand flat against my stomach to keep it steady, then crept towa

Lyra’s POVRowan and I broke apart the moment the ground shook beneath us, the sound of the explosion rolling across the academy grounds like thunder trapped underground. Students screamed and scattered in every direction, and for a second, I forgot entirely about the kiss, about Luca watching from the balcony, about anything except the black smoke now billowing up from somewhere near the east wing of the mansion.“That came from the palace,” Rowan said, gripping my arm. “Lyra, we need to move.”I didn’t need telling twice. We ran together through the chaos, dodging panicked students and overturned benches, the smoke thickening with every step closer to the mansion grounds. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs, though I couldn’t have said whether it was fear for whoever had been caught in the blast, or the strange, sinking certainty that this had something to do with me.Forty-two nights of unconsciousness. A stranger who vanished without a sound. A book with my exact number sta

Lyra’s PovElara's face had gone bone white. "That's the summoning horn. The one from the old ceremonies." Her eyes met mine, wide with dawning horror. "Lyra, that horn hasn't sounded in this kingdom for a hundred years. It only sounds for one reason.""What reason?" I asked.She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible over the ringing echo still hanging in the smoke-thick air. "To announce that the crown has recognized a new bloodline."The horn sounded a second time, closer now, unmistakably drawing nearer to where we stood, and through the settling smoke, I finally saw the source a procession of torch-bearing figures marching in from the main gates, banners snapping in the wind above their heads, and at the very center of the formation, unmistakable even at this distance, walked a woman I hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.Luna Seraphina, alive and unharmed, her expression carved from something far colder than grief.Luna Seraphina moved through the wreckage of her own mans