All Chapters of Hunting The Alpha’s Heart: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyra’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been running. My paws struck the forest floor as I pushed myself forward, ignoring the pain spreading through my legs while the rogues’ growls and heavy footsteps followed me through the trees.They were getting farther away, but I couldn’t stop yet. I had already put enough distance between them and Cole, which was the only reason I had led them away in the first place. He had been injured, and if the rogues had stayed, I didn’t know how much longer he could have fought them. Now that they were following me, I needed to save myself.I raced downhill through the trees until the sound of rushing water reached me. A stream appeared ahead, wider than I remembered, and I plunged into it without slowing. Cold water rushed around my legs as I moved with the current, forcing myself farther downstream before climbing onto a stretch of rocks along the opposite bank.I continued over the stones, avoiding the softer ground where my paws would leave tracks.

Cole's POVI had been staring at Lyra's employment file for so long that I could practically see her photograph whenever I closed my eyes. Kalen had taken copies and started another background investigation, but I kept the original after finally agreeing to return to my room and rest.Resting had proven impossible. Lyra was still missing, Freya had disappeared, and the name printed across the application might not even belong to the woman I had fallen in love with.A knock sounded against my bedroom door, and before I could answer, Caitlin marched inside in her pajamas, her hair barely brushed and her arms folded across her chest."Where's Lyra?""Caitlin—""Where is she?"I leaned back in my chair. "Who told you something happened?""No one. She didn't come to my room last night, Martha won't tell me where she is, and everyone is acting weird."Of course they were. Half the estate knew we had spent hours searching the forest, while the rest had probably noticed the increased patrols.

Cole's POVBy morning, the entire estate felt wrong.The halls were too quiet, the patrols too tense, and every wolf who passed me quickly lowered their eyes. No one needed to ask if I had found Lyra. They already knew I had not.I had not slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her silver wolf standing between me and the rogues before she ran, leading them away because I was injured.She had saved my life, and now she was missing.In my father's study, Kalen, Carlos, the patrol leaders, and I stood around the map. Red marks showed where Lyra's trail had been found. Black lines marked where the rogues had crossed our border."The northern trail still ends near the stream," one patrol leader said. "Her scent disappears there.""Because she crossed the water," Carlos said."Or someone carried her," another wolf added.My jaw tightened. "She wasn't carried. There were no drag marks and no other scent strong enough beside hers."Kalen stayed silent. He knew I was holding on to the only

Cole’s POVI was leaving the estate when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.“Cole! Wait!”I turned just as Caitlin came running down the front steps. She wore training clothes and had tied her hair into a crooked ponytail. A small backpack bounced against her shoulders, and she held a water bottle tightly in one hand.Kalen stopped beside the vehicle, looking between us.“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.“With you.” Caitlin stopped in front of me, slightly breathless. “You’re looking for Lyra, right?”“Yes, but—”“Then I’m coming.”She said it with such certainty that, despite everything weighing on me, I felt the corner of my mouth lift.“Caitlin, this isn’t one of your training sessions.”“I know.” She straightened her shoulders. “But I trained with Lyra. She taught me how to defend myself, and I’ve been practicing. If she’s in trouble, I want to help save her.”For a moment, I could only look at her.My little sister had packed a bag and come running after me because so

Lyra’s POVI lasted less than an hour before I returned to the window. Every footstep outside my door made me hope Grandfather had come back to explain, but no one turned the key.I had asked who owned the mansion, how long we would stay, and what he intended to do about the black wolf. He had answered none of those questions, yet expected me to accept being locked away.Below, the guard stood beside the garden path with his hands clasped behind his back. I watched him turn toward the rear of the house, following the same route I had seen him take that morning.He would return soon. If I was going to leave, I had to move before he did.Your legs still hurt, Lana reminded me. Her concern made me pause with my fingers beneath the window latch.Can you run? I asked, looking toward the trees beyond the fence.Yes. But we need to get past the guards before they shift.I pushed the window open slowly, stopping when the hinges gave a faint creak. No one called from below, and the guard outsi