All Chapters of Goodbye Alpha, You Can Never Win Me Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jaxon POVI pushed myself to the edge of the bed and crossed the room to the basin near the window where I splashed water on my face and stared at my reflection in the warped iron mirror. Dark hair, too long, falling past my jaw. Eyes the color of burnt amber, my father's eyes, or so I'd been told. A scar running from my left temple to the corner of my mouth, courtesy of a pack Alpha who had tried to claim my territory three years ago, stared back at me.I sighed, running a hand through my hair, as the headache spread to the middle of my skull.“I need to stop drinking,” I murmured to myself. Just then, the door opened behind me, and Priestess Maren stood in the doorway, flanked by two attendants, carrying fresh linens and a tray of food. She was the oldest in our pack, and no one knew exactly how old she was, with white hair that fell past her waist and eyes like polished obsidian, depthless and unsettling. She had been exiled from the Moon Priesthood decades ago for reasons she h

Lyra POVAnd standing in the center of this chaos was a woman. She was dressed in white, flowing, luminous, almost blinding against the darkness of the forest. Light poured from her hands in rivers of gold, and she was pressing it into the earth, into the wolves, into the roots of the ancient trees. It was as if she was trying to hold them together, like they were all on the brink of breaking and she was holding them together. But still, the hollowness was everywhere. It moved through the ground like black water, seeping upward through the roots, climbing the trunks, dripping from the branches. Wherever it touched a wolf, the wolf's eyes went dark. Wherever the woman's light touched, the corruption retreated, but only for a moment. It was clear that it was winning, slowly and inevitably. It was consuming faster than she could heal. Suddenly, she turned to me, and her face was mine. I gasped in shock, stumbling backward as I stared at the woman. She had my exact face, my exact eyes,

Asher POVI couldn’t stop staring at the Alpha King’s long-lost daughter.From the moment the Alpha King said her name — Lyra Moonshard — my heart had hammered painfully as Lyra’s face flashed into my mind. Lyra was a common name in our world; that was a known fact, but hearing the name now, on another face that reminded me weirdly of my wife, sent chills down my spine. She stood beside her father on the stage, waving to the crowd with such grace and poise that within minutes everyone in the hall was grinning from ear to ear. It was clear this girl was born into this. The royal blue gown she wore moved like moonlight, catching the firelight, and the gold necklace at her throat pulsed faintly, not with reflected light but with something else. Something that made my wolf press against the surface and whine.She was beautiful. This beauty didn’t come from grooming and wealth alone; it came from within. It shone on her like a radiance that seemed to have its own gravity, pulling every

Lyra POVThe voice came from somewhere behind us, sharp, piercing, and loaded with disbelief, silencing the conversations around us, and instantly everyone in the hall turned towards us.The Alpha, whose name I now knew to be Jaxon, stiffened, his entire body going rigid."Jaxon? Oh, Moons! Jaxon Veyron, is that you?"A muscle in his forehead jumped. It was subtle — a fractional tightening of his jaw, a stillness that settled over his body so quickly it could have been mistaken for composure. But I saw it. I saw the way his fingers curled inward. The way his amber eyes, which had been warm and almost playful a second ago, turned flat and guarded in the space of a heartbeat.An older woman was pushing through the crowd toward us. She was small and wiry, with deep-set eyes and grey hair pinned beneath an elaborate headpiece. She wore the formal attire of a minor delegation — not an Alpha's wife, but someone of standing. An elder, perhaps, or a retired council member, and she was moving

Lyra POVI found my father near the western colonnade, standing apart from the crowd, observing everything going on in the hall. He was holding a glass of wine he hadn't touched, his grey eyes moving quietly across the delegations, as if he were cataloging alliances, threats, opportunities, and weaknesses. The Alpha King at rest still looked like a man playing chess."Father,” I called out to him softly. He turned immediately and the assessment dropped from his expression instantly, replaced by the warmth he reserved only for me and my brothers."There you are. Dorian was about to send a search party.""I was mingling." I stepped beside him and leaned against the stone pillar, letting the noise of the reception wash over us. “Did you miss me?”“Miss you?” he huffed, his hand intertwining through mine, pulling me close. “I almost died when I didn’t see you, my princess. Don’t ever leave my sight.”I chuckled, pressing my head on his chest, and drawing from his warmth. We remained like