Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s forgotten daughter : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Lyra’s POV“It’s not proper,” I told Rowan, forcing a steadiness into my voice that I didn’t entirely feel. “If I stayed with you, it might cause more harm than good, especially for me.” I managed a small smile. “Besides, family is always family, isn’t it? I’ll go home. Don’t worry about me.”He studied me a moment longer, clearly unconvinced, but before he could argue further, something tickled me sharply from behind. I jerked around with a startled yelp, and found Princess Elara grinning at me, already reaching to pull me into her arms.“I’ll miss you, my love,” she said, and before I could respond, she lifted me clean off the ground and spun me around, laughing, until the empty hall blurred into gold and shadow around us and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her despite everything still weighing on my chest.“I’ll miss you too,” I managed once she finally set me back down, breathless. “Can’t wait for all of you to be back.”“Especially you,” she said, pressing a hand dramaticall

Lyra’s POV Selene’s smile stretched wider, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the moment she’d been waiting years to finally deliver. “You know I always get what I want,” she said, showing every one of her teeth now. “I no longer want Cassian. The person I want is the Lycans, and Prince Luca, to be precise.” Something inside me boiled over, hot and immediate, but beneath the anger there was something steadier too, something that hadn’t been there before I’d ever set foot inside Silver Moon Academy. I had faced a three-headed beast on a mountain. I had healed a dying prince with my own bare hands. I had survived poison, fire, betrayal, a stolen wolf, and a king who wore another man’s face. I was no longer the girl who had scrubbed these floors and flinched at every raised voice in this house. They simply didn’t know that yet. “What are you trying to do?” Selene asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied whatever had shifted in my expression. Then her mouth curled into some

Lyra’s POVThe figure stepped out from behind the lantern’s glow, and the moment I saw his face clearly, every bit of tension in my shoulders loosened at once.“Uncle Beta Rowan ashwood”.He crossed the courtyard in a few quick strides and pulled me into a hug so warm, so unguarded, that for a moment I forgot entirely about the false smiles and cold whispers that had greeted me since I first stepped through the gate. “Lyra,” he said against my hair, his voice thick with genuine feeling. “I’ve missed you. You have no idea how much.”I clung to him a moment longer than I meant to, my eyes burning with tears I hadn’t expected to cry tonight, not after everything, not in front of this many watching faces. But Uncle Dariel had always been different from the rest of this family. He was my father’s younger brother, the one who had slipped me extra bread when no one else was looking, who had once stood between me and my stepmother’s raised hand when I was barely old enough to understand why s

As I walked back toward my apartment, the night air did nothing to cool the heat building under my skin. Every step carried the memory of Lyra. Our first kiss still lived on my mouth was soft, hesitant at first, then hungry, the way she had melted against me when I finally claimed it. I could still feel the weight of her in my hands, the way I had once bent her over and spanked that huge, soft ass of hers until it bloomed pink under my palm. She never could hide what she felt. Everything showed on her face, in the way her breath hitched, in the little sounds she tried and failed to swallow. Damn, I missed my little cute Princess. She was my flower, my everything. Thinking of her made my dick harden fast and heavy, straining against my clothes until walking became a problem. I shoved the thick length between my thighs, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made the ache sharper. I needed her. I needed to stroke her until she shook, until those expressive eyes went glassy and she

Lyra’s POVThe meeting with Alistair had ended as abruptly as it began, his warning about Jordan’s men still ringing in my ears, but before he vanished back into whatever shadows he traveled through, he had given me one final piece of information that settled over the following days like a held breath.“The next discussion,” he’d said, “will wait until the red moon eclipse. A day when the sky will become red, the moon will become blood, the rivers will turn red and all the light will be bloody red. A night no one dares witness, It approaches faster than most realize. On that night, the Moon Oracle will have no choice but to expose secrets that have remained hidden for a thousand years. Come to me then, Lyra, and we will speak properly, without the threat of midnight raids hanging over either of us.”So I waited. And in the waiting, something in Villeron finally began to feel, if not entirely safe, at least bearable.I spent much of those first days buried in the stolen library’s book,