Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s forgotten daughter : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Lyra's POVThe creature landed with force that shattered what remained of the courtyard's cobblestones, its wings folding slowly against a body large enough to have blotted out half the moonlight as it descended. Every soldier present, Corin's and Luna's alike, scrambled backward, weapons raised uselessly against something none of them had ever trained to face.I didn't move. I couldn't. Something about the creature's silver eyes, the particular ancient weight pressing gently against my thoughts, felt achingly, impossibly familiar."Lyra, get back!" Luca shouted, one arm thrown protectively across my path.But the creature wasn't attacking. It lowered its massive head instead, silver eyes fixed entirely on me, and the pressure against my mind sharpened into something almost like words, faint and searching, the way a voice sounds when calling from the far side of a very long tunnel.“Daughter of the buried line.”My breath caught. I knew that phrase. I had never heard it before in my l

Lyra’s PovI froze.The hand on my shoulder didn’t tighten, didn’t hurt, but the cold of it seeped straight through my cardigan and settled into my bones, and every instinct I had screamed at me not to turn around.“Let go of her,” Rowan said, and I had never heard his voice drop that low before, all the warmth gone out of it entirely.“Such hostility,” the voice murmured, still close against my ear, unhurried despite the crowd of students pressing past us on every side, none of them seeming to notice anything wrong at all. “And after I came all this way to be polite about it.”I forced myself to turn, slowly, and found a man standing a half step too close, his face pleasant and unremarkable in a way that somehow unsettled me more than anything sharp or cruel could have. Ordinary brown eyes. Ordinary brown hair. The kind of face that would slip out of memory five minutes after you looked away from it.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.“A messenger,” he said, smili

Lyra’s POVThe words hung in the air a moment longer, glowing faintly against the dim stairwell light, and then they scattered into nothing, leaving only a thin curl of silver ash drifting down onto my open palm.“Beware the messenger’s smile,” I repeated under my breath.Rowan’s jaw tightened. “That’s him. The man who gave you the letter.”“I know.” My heart was still racing from my mother’s voice, from the sound of her saying she loved me after a lifetime of believing no one ever had, and now this, layered right on top of it, a warning I hadn’t asked for and didn’t know how to use. “She warned me not to trust him fully. This feels like more than that.”“Feels like she’s telling you he’s about to turn on you,” Rowan said grimly.I closed my fist around the last of the ash, letting it crumble between my fingers, and forced myself to think past the ache in my chest. “He said he served someone with more patience than Tobias Vale. Someone less interested in burning valleys.”“And you bel

Lyra’s POVI left Mrs. Stella’s office with my heart still hammering from her words, the threat of someone arriving within the hour pressing cold against my chest with every step I took. Rowan wanted to stay close, but I told him I needed a few minutes alone, needed to think, and for once he let me go without an argument, though the worry in his eyes followed me the whole way down the corridor.I made my way back to the guard quarters as the last classes let out, the halls emptying around me in the usual rush of students heading toward dinner. My new room sat at the far end, small and plain, nothing like the quarters I’d once shared so briefly with royalty, but it was private, and right now privacy was the only thing I wanted.I pulled the book out from beneath my cardigan and set it carefully on the narrow shelf above my bed, tucking it behind a folded blanket where no curious eye would find it by accident. My hands were still shaking from everything Mrs. Stella had said, from the go

Lyra’s POVLuca stepped back from me so fast it was as though my skin had burned him, his whole body snapping to attention the moment his father’s voice cut through the garden’s stillness. I stumbled slightly, my lips still warm from a kiss that had meant everything to me and apparently nothing at all, watching him arrange his expression into something careful and composed, every trace of the man who had just whispered against my mouth disappearing behind the mask he wore for his father.“Father,” he said, his voice steady in a way that made my chest ache. “I wasn’t expecting you.”“Clearly,” King Lucian said, his gaze sweeping over the two of us with cool, unhurried interest before settling somewhere past my shoulder. “Wendy, darling, do come here.”I hadn’t even noticed her arrive. She emerged from the garden path behind the King with the easy confidence of someone who had simply been waiting for her cue, and the moment she reached Luca’s side, she pressed herself against him, her h