All Chapters of I Refused my Alpha : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nobody moved.Queen Isolde stood in the middle of the chamber, her face calm and regal, while the woman beside her looked at her with years of pain burning in her eyes.Seraphine was alive.The lost princess. The forgotten daughter. The child whose disappearance had helped destroy the ancient kingdoms.And she was standing before them.Lyra could barely breathe.Seraphine looked so much like her that it was unsettling. They had similar eyes, similar features, and the same strange silver glow beneath their skin.But while Lyra’s presence carried the warmth of moonlight, Seraphine’s power felt like a storm trapped behind a closed door.Elias took one uncertain step forward.“Seraphine?”Her expression softened.“Hello, little brother.”His face crumpled.“I thought you were dead.”“I know.”“I remembered you, but I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.”Seraphine reached for him.This time, when Elias took her hand, she was real.He pulled her into an embrace, holding her as though

The baby’s cry echoed through the palace again.Lyra froze.It was faint, almost lost beneath the distant sounds of soldiers preparing for battle, yet the moment she heard it, the Heart of the Moon pulsed painfully inside her chest.Seraphine tightened her grip on Lyra’s wrist.“We need to leave. Now.”“Leave?” Karl demanded. “There is a child beneath this palace!”“And if Varyn wants us to find it, walking straight into his trap is exactly what he expects,” Seraphine replied.Lyra pulled her hand free.“I will not abandon another child because we are afraid of what might happen.”Karl looked at her. He recognized that determination. It was the same stubborn courage that had once infuriated him and later forced him to confront everything he had done wrong.“Then we go together,” he said.Damon nodded. “Nobody separates from the group.”Elias stood beside Seraphine, his fingers wrapped around the silver crescent pendant.“I can hear the baby,” he whispered. “It’s calling me.”Seraphine

The entire chamber fell silent.King Malachar remained on one knee before Karl, his dark silver crown tilted forward in a gesture of submission. Yet there was no humility in his expression. His crimson eyes glittered with satisfaction, as though the nightmare he had spent centuries preparing for had finally become reality.Karl stood motionless.His eyes were completely black, without a trace of the man Lyra knew. The silver veins beneath his skin pulsed like cracks in an ancient mirror, and the air around him grew so heavy that several guards dropped to their knees.“Who are you?” Lyra demanded.Karl slowly turned his head toward her.For one terrifying moment, she thought he did not recognize her.Then he smiled.It was not Karl’s smile.“I have worn many names,” he answered in a voice that seemed to come from beneath the earth. “King. Conqueror. Betrayer. Prisoner.”He lifted his hand, and the shattered pieces of Damon’s black crown rose from the floor.“I was the first king before

Lyra stopped breathing.King Theron’s words echoed through the sealed chamber.The person who ordered Alaric’s sacrifice is standing right behind you.Slowly, she turned.Queen Aveline stood behind her, her silver crown trembling above her dark hair. For the first time since Lyra had met the First Alpha Queen, Aveline looked genuinely afraid.But she wasn’t the only one.Garrick had gone pale. Seraphine’s hands glowed with opposing forces of Moon and Blood magic, and even Malachar had stopped smiling.Lyra looked directly at Aveline.“Tell me he’s lying.”Aveline opened her mouth, but no words came.“Tell me!” Lyra shouted.“I never wanted Alaric to die,” Aveline finally whispered.Lyra staggered backward.“That isn’t what I asked.”Aveline lowered her eyes.“Yes. I ordered the sacrifice.”The world seemed to collapse around Lyra.For years, she had believed her enemies were monsters lurking beyond the borders of her kingdom. She had fought werewolves, challenged ancient rulers, and r

“Help me escape before Malachar remembers what he did to me.”The voice echoed through the chamber, soft but filled with a pain so ancient that even the oldest queens lowered their heads.Lyra stared at the Heart of the Moon.Inside its silver light, a pair of luminous eyes watched her.“Aria?” she whispered.“Yes, little sister.”Lyra’s knees nearly gave way.For her entire life, she had believed she was an only child. Then she had discovered Seraphine, learned of Elias’s hidden memories, and uncovered Mira’s place in the forgotten prophecy.Now she was being told that another sister had been trapped inside the very power that had protected her since birth.“How do I free you?” Lyra asked.“Don’t!”The warning came from Karl.He was still kneeling, one hand pressed against his chest. His eyes flickered between silver and black as two ancient souls fought for control of his body.“Lyra, listen to me,” he gasped. “The Heart is the only thing keeping Malachar from becoming whole. If you