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Chapter 34: Night before the burn
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Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 35: Ashes and Oaths
LYRAThe battlefield stretched like a wound beneath the sky.The Tribunal’s mountain stronghold loomed ahead—cold and jagged, cloaked in blood-soaked mist. This place wasn’t just defended by magic. It was magic—older than most could remember, carved from bone and shadow.Lyra stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the approach, wind tangling her hair, steel glinting on her back. Her wolves waited in tense, deadly silence. Some shifted, some clothed, all ready to kill.Ronin stood to her left, the bond humming like a live wire between them.She lifted her sword and pointed forward.“Burn it.”⸻RONANThe charge was chaos.Wolves poured down the slope like a living storm, claws digging deep into frostbitten earth. Arrows flew from both sides. Spells split the sky. The Tribunal had called in every dark favor they had left—wraiths, corrupted shifters, old blood magic that made Ronan’s skin crawl.He didn’t look for Lyra—he felt her. Every strike she landed, every burst of pain when so
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The moon was too full. Too bright. Too hungry.Lyra Vale moved like she belonged to the forest, but tonight, the woods didn’t want her there. The trees whispered, and the shadows slithered along the ground like something was watching. Waiting.She didn’t care.She wasn’t afraid of things that stalked the dark.Her cloak billowed around her legs as she followed the narrow, root-choked path out of Black Hollow. Most people stayed indoors during a full moon. But Lyra wasn’t like most people. She never had been.The air was thick with the scent of pine, moss—and something else.Ash. Fur. Heat.She stopped walking.Her fingers ghosted toward her satchel, where a vial of wolfsbane pressed against her palm like a promise. Her heart pounded, but her steps stayed steady.She could feel him before she saw him.A shift in the air. A weight pressing down on her skin. Then, out of the trees, he emerged—like the forest had spit him out. Tall. Shadowed. Made of angles and sin.And those eyes.Burnin
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LyraShe knew the forest well.Every path, every twist of root and earth. But tonight, the woods pulsed with something different. Wrong.She didn’t walk—she ran. Not from fear, but from a feeling she couldn’t name. A pressure behind her ribs. A hum in her blood.Her magic sparked before her mind caught up.Something was watching her.She turned just in time to see the creature leap from the shadows—wrong-shaped, too fast, nothing natural. A hybrid, twisted with dark magic.She threw up her hand. Light flared—silver, fierce, barely enough.It shrieked and staggered.Not dead.Not done.And then—he was there.A blur of black.Fur. Claws. Teeth.She gasped as Ronan Thorne shifted mid-charge, no hesitation, no sound but the crack of bone and growl of something ancient. He ripped the creature apart like it was made of paper.Then he turned to her.His eyes glowed golden in the moonlight, his chest heaving, blood staining his mouth. He shifted back, naked and radiating heat.She should have
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LyraShe should have stayed in bed.The moonlight bled across the forest floor, silver and sharp like a warning. The remnants of the creature Ronan had killed still stained the dirt, its black blood reeking of rot and magic twisted out of form.She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ignore the pulse under her skin—the echo of the bond. It had quieted some, but not gone. Never gone.The connection had sunk deep, a pressure behind her ribs, like a hand gripping her from the inside.She didn’t ask for it.Didn’t want it.And yet… she felt him before she saw him. Again.Of course he hadn’t left.Ronan Thorne stood at the edge of the clearing, shirtless, arms crossed over his chest like he was carved from shadow and arrogance.“You’re still here,” she said coldly.He tilted his head, golden eyes unreadable. “You thought I’d let you wander around after that?”“You don’t get to protect me. You’re not—”“Don’t say it,” he warned, low and quiet. “We both know what I am now.”“No,” she
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LyraThe lie settled into her bones like poison.By the time they made it to the outer edge of Ronan’s territory—an old, stone-bound keep tucked deep into the mountains—the pulse of the bond had grown stronger, bolder. A living thing, no longer content to simmer quietly under her skin.It throbbed now. Especially when she looked at him.Which she refused to do.The guards let them pass with barely a glance. That should’ve comforted her. Instead, it made her stomach twist. Everyone believed it. The fake claim. The bond. The ownership.And now the Council wanted proof.“They want us to be seen,” Ronan said, voice tight as they stepped through the heavy wooden doors. “Together.”“In public?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even.“And in private.”She spun to face him, fury sparking in her chest. “You’re joking.”His jaw tensed. “They sent a second notice. If we don’t make a display of this bond, they’ll start peeling us apart.”“Let them try.”He moved closer. Too close. His scent cu
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LyraThey told her the Council wouldn’t come until midday.They lied.By dawn, riders dressed in ceremonial black were already inside the keep, trailing the scent of smoke, blood, and ancient law. Their power pushed against her skin like cold steel, pressing in at her throat, demanding submission.She didn’t bow.She never would.But even standing straight-backed beside Ronan in the great hall, every instinct in her screamed. Run. Burn. Shift.“Stand down,” he whispered through clenched teeth.She glanced at him—tall, composed, every inch the powerful, dominant Alpha he was born to be. He didn’t touch her, but his presence blanketed hers like armor.Her magic simmered, unsettled.“I don’t like being paraded,” she said under her breath.“It’s this or interrogation chambers,” he replied. “Pick your poison.”From the dais, a Council envoy stepped forward. A woman this time—tall, silver-haired, eyes the color of frostbite. Cold and unblinking.“You say the bond is real,” she said. “But we
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LyraShe didn’t sleep that night.Again.The bond buzzed beneath her skin like electricity—unpredictable, volatile. But this time it wasn’t desire driving it. It was fear.What she’d seen in the mirror wouldn’t leave her. That second symbol—twisted, half-buried behind her mother’s mark—it had burned through her like a brand.And worse, Ronan had seen it.She could feel him pacing just beyond her chamber. His emotions echoed through the bond—sharp edges, unspoken questions, pressure he hadn’t yet voiced.He was waiting for her to come clean.But some truths weren’t safe.Some truths could break both of them.⸻RonanThe moment the second symbol appeared in the mirror, he knew Lyra wasn’t telling him everything.And he hated how much that hurt.Not because he wanted her trust. Not really.He needed it.Because whatever that symbol was—whatever it meant—it had dark magic tangled in its roots. The mirror had recoiled from it. That never happened.And she’d flinched too.He leaned against
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LyraThe fire was low, throwing gold light across the stone walls. It was too quiet. She could hear her heartbeat. Could feel the way the air thickened between them like fog before a storm.Ronan stood at the hearth, shirtless, lean muscle haloed in shadow, and still as stone. And gods, she hated him for how calm he looked.Because she was coming apart.The bond between them thrummed with a new kind of hunger. Not just physical—emotional. Magic. A pull beneath her skin that begged her to close the distance. To touch. To take.She didn’t trust herself anymore. Not around him.“I thought you’d left,” she said.His eyes met hers, dark and unreadable. “I thought about it.”“But you didn’t.”“No,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t.”Her breath caught. She rose from the bed slowly, wrapping the blanket around her, bare feet pressing to cold stone.“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she admitted.Ronan’s gaze flicked to the blanket clutched around her. Then to her face.“You don’t have to be.”
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Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 35: Ashes and Oaths
LYRAThe battlefield stretched like a wound beneath the sky.The Tribunal’s mountain stronghold loomed ahead—cold and jagged, cloaked in blood-soaked mist. This place wasn’t just defended by magic. It was magic—older than most could remember, carved from bone and shadow.Lyra stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the approach, wind tangling her hair, steel glinting on her back. Her wolves waited in tense, deadly silence. Some shifted, some clothed, all ready to kill.Ronin stood to her left, the bond humming like a live wire between them.She lifted her sword and pointed forward.“Burn it.”⸻RONANThe charge was chaos.Wolves poured down the slope like a living storm, claws digging deep into frostbitten earth. Arrows flew from both sides. Spells split the sky. The Tribunal had called in every dark favor they had left—wraiths, corrupted shifters, old blood magic that made Ronan’s skin crawl.He didn’t look for Lyra—he felt her. Every strike she landed, every burst of pain when so
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 34: Night before the burn
LYRAThe camp buzzed like a living thing.Steel sharpened, armor fitted, old grudges aired in low voices under flickering torchlight. Everyone preparing, expecting, waiting.Tomorrow, they’d march. Bleed. Burn.Tonight—was hers.The tent was silent when she stepped inside, but Ronan was already there, leaning over the map table, shirt discarded, muscles tense beneath old scars and fresh strain. The flickering lantern cast him in shadow and gold, and for a moment, she just watched.“You’re brooding,” she said softly.He didn’t look up. “I’m planning.”“You’re worrying.” She moved closer. “And I know the difference.”He turned then—slowly. Eyes burning.“So are you.”⸻RONANShe was radiant in warlight. Wild. Exhausted. Alive.He didn’t reach for her immediately.But the air between them shimmered with need—not just lust, but that gnawing ache only soul-deep things could stir. The kind that whispered: This could be the last.“I don’t want to sleep tonight,” she said, voice lower now, th
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 33: Blood on the wind
LYRAThe scent of iron hit her first.Not the distant tang of training blades or battlefield scars.Fresh blood.Wrong blood.And then—Veira’s voice, sharp and panicked, split the quiet dawn.“LYRA, DOWN!”She dropped instinctively, and the arrow sliced past her cheek, embedding in the post behind her with a thunk that sounded far too final.Poisoned.The black fletching and acrid stench said it all.Someone had just tried to kill her in her own damn war camp.And they almost succeeded.⸻RONANHe was already running.The bond flared hot and wild, not in pain—but in fear.He pushed past startled guards, scenting the air for that slick rot of Tribunal poison, his wolf barely caged beneath his skin.He found her crouched behind the pillar of the war tent, blood on her cheek, sword drawn.Alive.But barely.Her eyes met his, wide and burning.“He was inside the perimeter.”Ronan’s breath caught.Not an outsider.An insider.⸻LYRAShe gave chase before Ronan could stop her.The scent tra
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 32: The Hollow Gift
LYRAThey arrived without warning.No drums.No banners.No declaration of war.Just a single, polished black carriage pulled by twin white stags, gliding through the mist like a vision from a cursed fairytale.No guards.No riders.Only a scroll tied in crimson ribbon, placed carefully on the carriage seat, as though it had been meant for her hands all along.The wolves flanked it at a distance, hackles raised.Fane growled low. “It’s a trap.”Veira’s blade gleamed in the morning light. “Or a distraction.”Lyra just stared at it.Because she already knew: it was both.⸻RONANHe watched her approach the carriage, every step measured, every breath silent.The camp held its breath with her.He didn’t stop her—couldn’t.Because this wasn’t just a message from the Tribunal.This was the game they were playing now.Psychological. Elegant. Bloody beneath the silk.He shifted slightly behind her, scenting for poison, for magic, for wrongness.The air was clean.Too clean.That’s when he saw
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 31: Quiet Before the Burn
LYRAThe camp felt quieter after Caelin’s exile.But not safer.Trust had cracked, not shattered—but it left a spiderweb fracture across everything.Miren walked with a limp now. Fane slept with his blade under his pillow. Even Veira, who barely trusted shadows, had taken to standing outside Lyra’s tent at night like a statue carved from suspicion.And Lyra?She tried to rebuild what had been broken.But she couldn’t rebuild blind.That’s why she slipped into Caelin’s tent alone.And found the letters.⸻RONANHe smelled her fury before she stepped out of the canvas.It wasn’t the usual flare of flame that curled in her skin when she was angry. It was cold.Controlled.The kind of rage that could plan assassinations with the same grace she once used to braid her hair.“What did you find?” he asked, falling into step beside her.She didn’t answer. Just handed him one of the notes.Old parchment. Tribunal wax seal.But not addressed to Caelin.Addressed to her.Orders.Threats.A price
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 30: Thorns Among Us
LYRAShe didn’t sleep the next night.Not really.Even with Ronan beside her, arms locked tight around her waist like a promise, her body buzzed with the memory of the fire.The thing she’d become in the forest.The lives she’d ended.The power that had felt less like a weapon and more like a second soul.And beneath it all…The truth clawed against her ribs.Someone inside the camp had sent those rogues.They’d gotten past every ward, every sentry.They hadn’t just known where Miren would sleep.They knew when to strike.⸻RONANHe smelled it before she spoke.The shift in her breath.The way she moved her fingers—slow, sharp, precise—as she poured over maps and camp rosters.She was hunting something.“Talk to me,” he said.She didn’t look up. “We have a traitor.”He nodded once.“I’ll find them.”“No,” she said sharply. “We will.”Her eyes locked onto his, molten and unreadable.“Because whoever they are, they didn’t just try to kill Miren.”Her voice dropped.“They tried to destro
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 29: Beast Beneath the Flame
LYRAThey came for Miren before moonset.Knives, not votes. Shadow, not judgment.And they came through her tent.Lyra woke to the scent of blood—rich, coppery, fresh.Too fresh.The scream that tore through the camp wasn’t hers. It was Caelin’s, raw with terror and rage.Lyra surged to her feet, flame already sparking in her palms.Ronan’s side of the bed was empty.The tent flap blew open.Smoke.Blood.And no sign of Miren.⸻RONANHe caught the scent first.Iron.Death.Ambush.He didn’t shift fully—there was no time. He moved with half-formed claws, half-wolf fury, barreling through the woods after the trail of scent and panic.Miren’s blood was light, but steady. Controlled.She was still alive.For now.The scent of her captors?Rotten. Fermented. Not Tribunal wolves.Mercenaries. Rogues.Sent by someone too afraid to challenge Lyra face-to-face.Cowards.But well-trained ones.⸻LYRAShe didn’t wait.She didn’t consult.She ran.Ronan was ahead of her, vanishing between trees
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 28: The Vote of Shadows
LYRAShe felt it before they arrived.A sickening chill that rolled down her spine like oil.She had been summoned.Not invited.Not honored.Summoned.To answer for her existence.The Tribunal meeting was set deep beneath the ruins of the Old Moon Keep, a place that once held sacred rites and blood-oaths.Now it reeked of power dressed in lies.Ronan gripped her wrist tightly as they approached the carved stone gates.“You don’t have to go in there,” he said low.“I do,” she whispered. “I want to see their faces when they try to kill me.”⸻RONANHe hated this.The way they looked at her like prey.The smug arrogance of the wolves in crimson cloaks, lounging at the obsidian council table like they already tasted blood on their tongues.But the worst part?The silence.The sick, complicit silence.She stood before them, wrapped in war-black and moonsteel.And still, no one spoke in her defense.Until one did.“She’s a threat,” said Councilor Verin of the Hollow Fang. “But so was the l
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 27: Blood of the First Flame
LYRAThey struck at dawn.No fanfare. No warning. Just steel in the silence and fire behind her ribs.The High Councilor of the South Quarter—Lady Veira—had been the loudest voice calling for Lyra’s execution. Now, her manor lay in ruin, its gates cracked open like a broken jaw, smoke curling into the sky.Lyra walked through the ashes of Veira’s legacy with her head held high.No one challenged her.No one dared.The wolves who stood between her and the Councilor’s chambers dropped to their knees as she passed. Not out of loyalty. Out of fear.Good.Let them tremble.⸻RONANThe door to the inner sanctum exploded inward under his boot.Veira stood inside, poised in silver armor, her red braid looped in coils like a crown. Old bloodlines. Old magic. A legacy of treachery.“You bring fire to my house?” she hissed.“No,” Ronan growled. “She does.”Lyra stepped into the room.And the very walls groaned.Veira recoiled, not from her power—but from recognition.“You shouldn’t exist.”Lyra
