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Chapter 37 : Trapped
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Time dragged on in the damp, oppressive silence of the cell, broken only by the occasional, harrowing sound of screams from deeper within the prison. Lyra flinched every time she heard them, her heart sinking further. The cries came from other prisoners, their agony reverberating through the stone walls.Her hands curled tightly around the stone, her only source of solace. Though it glowed faintly, its light was hidden by her fingers. The warmth it radiated was the sole comfort she had in this pit of despair.Lyra’s body bore the bruises and aches of countless beatings. The guards came often, their heavy boots echoing ominously before they entered. They would shove her to the ground or drag her up roughly, hitting her hard enough to bruise but never crossing the line into true torture.Yet.That was what terrified her most. She knew the day would come when the Rogue King’s patience would run out. When words would no longer suffice, and they would begin to break her in ways she couldn’t
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The training grounds were alive with the sound of sparring warriors and the clang of weapons, but Kane’s focus remained razor-sharp. He stood at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, his jaw set in a grim line as he watched his people prepare for the most dangerous mission of his life.A mission he couldn’t afford to fail.He felt the ghost of a familiar pain in his chest, a wound that had never fully healed. Memories of his first mate, her laughter, her warmth, and the devastating loss of her life flashed in his mind. It was a loss he had carried for years, a failure that haunted him every time he closed his eyes.And now Lyra.She wasn’t just his mate; she was his future, his second chance. The bond between them, though still growing, was already more powerful than anything he had ever felt. He couldn’t lose her - not again, not like this.We won’t fail her, his wolf growled, its voice reverberating in his mind.Kane closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. We said that before.That was
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Lyra's POV Lyra sat in the dim light of her cell, her back against the cold stone wall. Her body ached from countless bruises, and her mind swirled with fatigue. The distant screams of other prisoners echoed through the halls, a chilling reminder of the horrors that lurked beyond her locked door.Her fingers curled protectively around the stone, its warmth a small comfort in the oppressive cold. Her wolf, Thalia, stirred restlessly inside her, a constant reminder that she wasn’t alone in this.We will get out of here, Thalia assured her, though the words felt like a distant echo.Before Lyra could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.The door creaked open and Seraphine stepped in, her movements sharp and deliberate. She was dressed in dark leathers, her expression a mask of disdain and fury.“Well, well,” Seraphine sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “The little princess looks worse for wear.”Lyra forced herself to sit up straighter, meeting Seraphine
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The night was quiet, too quiet for the storm that Kane carried within him. He stood at the head of nearly 200 warriors, their forms hidden in the shadow of the forest. His wolf growled low in his chest, an echo of the anger and determination that pulsed through every fiber of his being.This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for since Lyra was torn from him.“Is everyone ready?” Kane’s voice was steady, but the tension in it was unmistakable.One of the commanders, a seasoned Lycan named Viktor, stepped forward. “We’re ready, Alpha. Scouts confirmed the location of the Rogue King’s stronghold. It’s just beyond that ridge.” He gestured to a rocky incline shrouded in mist.Kane nodded, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered warriors. Every one of them was handpicked for their loyalty, strength, and resolve. This was no ordinary rescue mission - it was a reckoning.Kane turned back to the map spread on a makeshift table, its edges held down by rocks. “We’ll move in waves,” he said, poin
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Lyra’s body jolted awake, the sharp, animalistic scream slicing through the heavy silence of her cell. It wasn’t the sound of someone in pain - it was the sound of someone unraveling, consumed by grief. The air itself felt heavier, as if mourning along with the wail.Her wolf, Thalia, stirred uneasily. That’s Seraphine.Lyra sat up slowly, her limbs aching from countless beatings. She hugged her knees, trying to steel herself against the oppressive fear that crept into her heart. The Rogue King was dead - she knew it as surely as she could feel her own breath.The scream… it’s her mourning him, Thalia said grimly. But grief like that twists. It becomes rage.Lyra clenched her fists around the stone in her hand, its smooth surface the only thing grounding her in the suffocating darkness. Time stretched unbearably, each second weighed down by the echoes of Seraphine’s cries.The door to Lyra’s cell burst open. Seraphine stood in the doorway, her once-proud posture now bent with grief. H
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Kane held Lyra for a moment longer, just letting the steady rhythm of her breath calm the storm inside him. The weight of the battle was still heavy on his chest, but in this moment, with her alive and safe, everything else seemed to fade away. His mind raced, as it always did after a fight - calculating, planning, and trying to make sense of the chaos. But for now, he allowed himself to just breathe.He pulled back reluctantly, still keeping a protective arm around her waist. His eyes swept the room, the aftermath of the battle strewn across the floor - bodies of the fallen, broken crates, and discarded weapons. The stench of blood filled the air, but there was also something else, something faint but sharp. The air still crackled with the remnants of magic, the energy from the stone Lyra had so fiercely protected.We need to get you out of here, Kane thought to her, his voice filled with urgency but also a deep sense of relief. The others are securing the perimeter. You’re safe now,
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Kane’s heart was still racing as he walked alongside Lyra through the halls of the castle. The battle had been won, but the aftermath was just beginning. As they passed the quiet corridors, Lyra’s hand resting lightly in his, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had transpired. The relief of finding her alive was overwhelming, but the fear and anxiety still lingered, tightening his chest.He couldn’t shake the image of her unconscious, bleeding, in Seraphine’s clutches. The thought of losing her - of never seeing her smile, never feeling the warmth of her presence again - still felt like a sharp knife in his gut.“Lyra,” Kane whispered, his voice low, full of tenderness. He turned to face her as they came to a quiet hall near the infirmary. She was walking on her own now, but he could see the exhaustion in her steps, the subtle tremor in her hands.“I’m okay,” she said, her voice faint but steady. Her determination to be strong made his heart ache. But he could see
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Kane stood in the dimly lit war room, his jaw clenched tight as the weight of what he had just learned settled over him. His mind raced, the words of the old prisoner echoing in his ears. The Rogue King’s obsession with the stone, the prophecy surrounding it - everything pointed to something much larger, more dangerous, than anyone had anticipated.Lyra stood by his side, her face etched with determination, but Kane could see the quiet storm brewing behind her eyes. She was absorbing every word, every detail. She wanted to understand it all - she needed to. And Kane wasn’t going to let her face it alone.“Lyra,” Kane thought to her, his voice soft but firm through their mind link. “We need more answers. I need to know everything the Rogue King knew about this prophecy - what they were hiding, what they were willing to kill for.”Lyra nodded, her hand finding his in silent solidarity. “I’ll help you, Kane. Whatever it takes.”He squeezed her hand before stepping away to the war table,
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 106 : Ash and Echoes
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