All Chapters of Goodbye Alpha, You Can Never Win Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Asher POVMy hands fell from her shoulders, and I resumed pacing, the words going through my head. That was a fair point. How on earth did Lyra end up in the Alpha King’s household?I stopped pacing and turned to face Vivienne. "I don't know. Remember at the Banquet, the King had mentioned he found his long-lost daughter, but he didn’t divulge much about how, and I don’t have the full story yet," I said. "My best guess is that the Alpha King found her after she fled and took her in. Maybe he recognized something in her, or maybe she crossed into his territory, and he decided to claim her. You know how these things work — powerful families adopt orphans all the time to bolster their numbers or create political alliances." I shook my head. "Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter. Lyra Moonshard is Lyra Hartley. And she's carrying my child."Vivienne set the phone on the desk and crossed over to the bed, sinking on it. Her hands retreated to her lap, fingers lacing together."So what w

Lyra POVI was folding the last of my dresses when the knock came.The morning sun slanted through the window, catching the dust motes drifting above my half-packed trunk. The royal blue gown — the one I had worn to the banquet, the one that still carried the faintest trace of cave dust along the hem — lay on top, neatly folded. Beneath it, the simpler dresses, the shoes, the toiletries the palace staff had provided. Everything was arranged, and I was ready to leave.The Summit was over. After the attack last night, the celebrations were canceled, and the Council was investigating the attack. The Hollow-eyed wolf seemed to be a serious matter, and from the whispers among my fathers and my brothers this morning before I came down for breakfast, I knew they were hiding the real truth behind what those creatures really were. In any case, in two hours, the Moonshard convoy would depart the state capital, and I would be heading home. Home. The word still tasted new in my mouth, unfamiliar

Jaxon POVA hot, bitter, and old expression flashed across her face. Her lips twisted into a snarl, and she looked up at me again. Something flashed across her face — hot and bitter and old."Care?" she repeated with a scoff. "You care, Jaxon? After forcing me to become a thief. Do you know what would have happened to me if I’d been caught? I can’t believe that after three years of—""Don't act like I didn't hold up my end." My voice came out harder than I intended, and I reined it back. "I provided the distraction for you to slip into that office and take the document. Do you know how painful it was to lose some of my people last night? The distraction gave you ample time to do what you wanted, so stop acting ungrateful.”"Your people?" She let out a hollow, humorless breath that was almost a laugh. "They were hollow wolves, Jaxon. Their wolf spirits left a long time ago. Those were just empty shells walking around in borrowed skin." She shook her head. "Stop acting as if you lost s

Lyra POV“I’m sorry, Alpha, but you can’t be here,” the guards—about two of them—persisted, despite being affected by Asher’s aura.Asher ignored them and continued walking into the room. He was dressed in a dark suit, Ashford Dominion crest on his lapel, his hair pushed back from his face in a way that made the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones look harder than usual. His Beta, Jared, stood two steps behind him in the corridor, looking like a man who had tried to talk his Alpha out of this and lost.For a few seconds, nobody moved.Then Cassian surged forward, his body angling between Asher and the rest of the room, his hand already rising. "Get out. Now."Leith turned from the table; he didn’t bother to reach for Cassian, who was surging towards Asher. He simply uncrossed his arms and took one step forward, and the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. His eyes, usually the warmest of my three brothers, had gone flat and glacial."You were not invited into this ro

Lyra POV"Alpha Voss is not here to punish," Marcus said, his tone shifting to a gentle one. "He is here to seek the truth. He believes that Lyra Moonshard is Lyra Hartley, his fated mate.”“What is the evidence he’s submitted to prove that fact?” the chief elder asked. “We already submitted a lab facial verification comparing Luna Lyra Hartley and Princess Lyra Moonshard, and it came back a 100% match. We know the respondent’s counsel might argue that it cannot be a reliable means to check if they’re the same people, and for that, we are requesting a simple scent examination.”“A scent examination?” the chief elder arched his brow. “Why do you need to go to those lengths? Can’t he smell it himself and verify that they’re the same person or not?”“Unfortunately,” Marcus’s voice dropped into a painful beat, “we cannot do that because Princess Lyra concealed her scent; hence the reason we’re asking for a scent examination, conducted by the Moon Priests under controlled conditions, that