All Chapters of Forbidden Bonds: Secrets of the Alpha's Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lyra's POVThe acrid stench of smoke and char assaults my nostrils as I stumble through the primordial forest, my lungs burning with each ragged breath. Elara's hand is clasped tightly in mine, our fingers intertwined in a desperate grip that speaks volumes about our current predicament. Gone is the animosity that defined our relationship for so long; in this savage world, we only have each other."We need to find shelter," I pant, scanning the dense foliage for any sign of refuge. The distant howls of creatures I dare not imagine send shivers down my spine.Elara nods, her once-perfect hair matted with mud and leaves. "There," she points, her voice hoarse from dehydration. In the fading light, I spot a rocky outcropping that might offer some protection.As we scramble towards it, my mind drifts to how we ended up here, thrust back in time to the dawn of our kind. Asher's spell, meant to contain the chaos unleashed by Elara's machinations, had backfired spectacularly. Now, we're trappe

Lyra's POVThe cave's damp chill seeps into my bones as I trace the ancient paintings with trembling fingers. Each image pulses with an otherworldly energy, as if the very history of our kind is trying to communicate across the vast expanse of time."Lyra, look at this," Elara's voice breaks through my reverie. She's crouched near the far wall, her face illuminated by a strange, silvery glow.I make my way over, careful not to disturb the delicate ecosystem of the cave. As I draw closer, I realize the light isn't coming from any natural source – it's emanating from the wall itself."What is it?" I breathe, reaching out to touch the glowing surface.The moment my fingers make contact, a jolt of energy surges through me. The cave disappears, replaced by a vivid vision of the past.I see a clearing bathed in moonlight. Two figures stand facing each other – one, a massive wolf with eyes that burn like embers; the other, an ethereal being of impossible beauty, their skin shimmering with an

Lyra's POVThe cosmic event unfolds before us, a swirling maelstrom of time and space that both terrifies and mesmerizes. Ethereal tendrils of energy reach out, beckoning us closer. I feel Elara's hand trembling in mine, her usual bravado crumbling in the face of such raw, primordial power."We have to do this together," I shout over the deafening roar of colliding realities. "It's the only way!"Elara nods, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination. We step forward in unison, our grandmother's words echoing in our minds: "Embrace your true nature. You are the bridge between worlds."As we approach the cosmic vortex, I feel a surge of power unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's as if every cell in my body is awakening, remembering an ancient heritage long forgotten. The wolf within me howls in exultation, while something else – something older and far more potent – unfurls like the petals of a night-blooming flower.Fae magic. The birthright we never knew we possess

Lyra's POVThe timestream hurls me forward, a dizzying kaleidoscope of eras flashing before my eyes. I catch glimpses of great empires rising and falling, of magic waxing and waning like the tide. Finally, I'm spat out into a new time and place, my body rematerializing with a jolt that leaves me gasping.I find myself in what appears to be a grand ballroom, ornate chandeliers casting a warm glow over the assembled crowd. Ladies in elaborate gowns twirl with gentlemen in tailcoats, the music of a string quartet filling the air. It takes me a moment to realize I'm dressed to match the era – a deep blue gown hugs my figure, its bodice adorned with intricate silver embroidery.As I try to get my bearings, a familiar laugh cuts through the din. My blood runs cold as I spot Elara across the room, looking resplendent in a crimson gown. She's speaking animatedly with a group of noblemen, her charm on full display.I weave through the crowd, straining to hear what she's saying."...and so, gen

Lyra's POVThe timestream releases us with a violent jolt, and I find myself sprawled on cold, hard ground. Elara groans beside me, her hand still clasped tightly in mine. As my vision clears, I realize we're in some kind of laboratory – sterile white walls, gleaming equipment, and the acrid smell of chemicals fill the air."Where are we?" Elara mutters, pushing herself up.Before I can respond, a familiar voice makes my blood run cold."The hybridization process is nearly complete. Soon, we'll have created the perfect beings – a fusion of Fae and werewolf that will change the course of history."I whirl around to see our father, looking years younger but with the same intensity in his eyes. He's speaking to a group of men in lab coats, gesturing excitedly at a large incubator."Dad?" I whisper, even though I know he can't hear me.Elara grabs my arm, her nails digging into my skin. "Lyra, look!"Inside the incubator are two tiny forms – embryos, barely recognizable as human. But even