All Chapters of Goodbye Alpha, You Can Never Win Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra POVI was awake until the first crack of light spread across the sky.I hadn't slept. I had lain in bed with one hand on my stomach and the other wrapped around the necklace, watching the sky outside my window shift from night to the pale, bruised grey that came just before sunrise. My mind wouldn't stop circling, around the ritual, around the elders' doubt, around the quiet, terrifying possibility that in a few hours, I would either gain everything or confirm that I had nothing.There was a knock on the door and I pushed myself into a sitting position, adjusted the covers around my body before I called out. “Come in.”The door opened and Leith entered the room. He was already dressed in what I guessed was the ceremonial attire for the ritual performance. “I didn’t think you’d be awake,” He said slowly, crossing the room towards me. “How did you sleep?” His eyes hovered over my face and he sighed softly. “Not much, I guess?”I nodded, giving him a small smile. “I couldn’t sleep

Lyra POVThe journey to Silver Hollow Palace - home to the Alpha King took half a day.Dorian drove. Cassian sat beside him, silent and watchful, his eyes scanning every road and treeline we passed as though he expected an ambush at any moment. Leith sat next to me in the back, his shoulder pressed against mine — not because the space was small, but because he hadn't been more than three feet from me since the ritual, as if proximity alone could make up for twenty lost years.I didn't talk much. The energy from the ceremony had left me hollowed out. Scraped clean, like a vessel that had been filled and poured out and was still settling into its new shape. The necklace hung warm against my chest, pulsing faintly with every beat of my heart. I kept touching it. Kept needing to confirm it was still there, still real, still glowing with the crest that had changed everything.Leith must have noticed it, but he didn't say anything. He just reached over and gently folded my hand away from th

Lyra POVAfter Dr Oren left, no one spoke for a long time.The fire crackled in the hearth. My father sat beside me on the bed, his hand resting over mine on the blanket. Dorian stood near the door, arms folded. Cassian had moved to the chair Dr Oren vacated, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together. Leith sat at the foot of the bed, one hand resting near my ankle as though he needed the contact to stay grounded.Dorian spoke first."Lyra." His voice was measured. Gentle, even. But I could hear the restraint in it. "We need to understand what happened to you. Not the medical side. The full story. From the beginning."I had known this was coming. They had the medical evidence. Now they wanted the testimony."It's a long story," I said."It’s not like we have anything more important than you at the moment. Go ahead, we’re listening," Cassian replied quietly.I took a deep breath and told them everything. I started with the Hartleys — the Beta couple who took me in, the way I became

Asher POVThe room went silent after Elliot’s confession. He was still on the floor, one hand braced against the wall, the other pressed to his throat where my Alpha command had left his face red. His chest heaved, and his eyes were red-rimmed and defiant, staring up at me in exhaustion. The words he’d spoken hung between us. I stood over him, my fist still half-raised, my wolf frozen mid-snarl, and for the first time in weeks, I had absolutely nothing to say.The baby was mine after all. Every suspicion Vivienne had planted, every sideways glance, every poisoned whisper about locked doors and hidden examinations, all of it collapsed in an instant, and what was left was the simple truth which should have been obvious from the start: Lyra had never betrayed me. Not even for once. I lowered my hand and took a step back. "Go," I said, turning away. Elliot didn’t move immediately. He watched me warily for a few seconds before pulling himself to his feet, straightening his scrubs wit

Lyra POV"How about this one, Your Highness?"The store attendant held up another gown, pressing it flat against herself so I could see the full effect. It was royal blue — deep and rich, with a fitted bodice embroidered in golden thread that caught the light like scattered stars. The skirt fell in layers of flowing chiffon, soft enough to move with every step, structured enough to conceal the gentle swell of my stomach beneath its folds."It'll accentuate your shape perfectly," she said, tilting it slightly. "And the blue will complement your skin beautifully."I tilted my head, trying to picture it. She was right. The blue was striking and regal without being heavy, elegant without trying too hard. It might actually be the one."Let me try it on," I said.The attendant helped me into the gown in the fitting room, adjusting the waist and smoothing the fabric across my shoulders. When I stepped out into the main room, I found Cassian and Leith exactly where I had left them, sitting si