Semua Bab Forbidden Bonds: Secrets of the Alpha's Mate: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Lyra's POVThe world around us warps and bends as Xander and I hurtle through the timestream. Colors blur into a dizzying kaleidoscope, and I feel the weight of countless realities pressing in on us. Just when I think I can't take any more, we're spat out onto solid ground.I gasp for air, my head spinning as I try to orient myself. We're back in the Shadowmoon Pack territory, but something feels... off. The air thrums with an unfamiliar energy, and the trees seem older, more gnarled than I remember."Xander," I whisper, reaching for his hand. "Is this... home?"He squeezes my fingers, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I think so, but it's changed. We must have altered things more than we realized."As we make our way towards the pack house, the differences become more apparent. The building itself is larger, grander, with intricate carvings that blend Fae and werewolf aesthetics. Pack members we pass give us respectful nods, but their eyes hold a wariness that sets me on edge.We'

Lyra's POVThe acrid stench of smoke fills my nostrils as I survey the smoldering ruins of what was once the Moonfire Pack's main hall. This is the third attack in as many days, each more devastating than the last. Beside me, Xander's jaw clenches, his eyes scanning the destruction for any clue we might have missed."It doesn't make sense," he growls, frustration clear in his voice. "How do they keep slipping past our defenses?"I shake my head, equally baffled. "I don't know. But whoever's behind this, they're not just powerful – they're intimately familiar with both our packs."A chill runs down my spine as the implications of my own words sink in. Could we be dealing with a traitor?Before I can voice my concerns, a shimmering portal opens beside us. My grandmother, Selene, steps through, her ageless face etched with worry."We need to talk," she says without preamble. "Your powers are growing faster than we anticipated, Lyra. It's time you learned to fully control them."I nod, fe

Lyra's POVThe ancient prophecy's words echo in my mind, a relentless drumbeat drowning out all other thoughts. I pace the length of Xander's study, unable to shake the feeling that we're hurtling towards a destiny we can't escape."The Alpha of alphas, whose choice will determine the fate of all," I mutter, casting a glance at Xander. He sits rigid behind his desk, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on some distant point."We don't know that's about me," he says, his voice tight with barely contained frustration. "This whole prophecy could be a manipulation, another of the Puppet Master's tricks."I whirl to face him, exasperation bubbling up. "And what if it isn't? What if this is real, Xander? We can't just ignore it!"He slams his fist on the desk, the sound reverberating through the room. "Damn it, Lyra! I won't let some ancient words dictate our lives. We make our own choices, our own fate."The tension between us crackles like lightning, the ma

Lyra's POVThe world around me is chaos incarnate. Ancient beings, twisted and horrifying beyond imagination, pour through the ever-widening rift. The air itself seems to scream, reality fraying at the edges as two worlds collide. In the midst of this nightmare, I stand frozen, the weight of my mistake crushing down upon me.Xander's words echo in my mind: "Then you're not the Lyra I fell in love with." The pain in his eyes, the disappointment – it cuts deeper than any physical wound.A blood-curdling shriek snaps me back to the present. One of the creatures, a writhing mass of tentacles and eyes, lunges towards a group of younger pack members. Without thinking, I reach out with my power, a fusion of Fae magic and werewolf strength. The creature disintegrates into ash, but there are dozens more to take its place."Lyra!" A familiar voice cuts through the din. I turn to see Asher materializing beside me, his form flickering between human and something... other. "We don't have much time

Lyra's POVThe air crackles with tension as Xander and Alpha Thorne circle each other, their forms blurring between human and wolf. But this is no ordinary challenge for pack leadership. With each step, each snarl, I can feel the weight of cosmic forces pressing down upon us. This fight is a microcosm of a much larger war – one that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of reality.I stand at the edge of the makeshift arena, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure everyone can hear it. Power thrums through my veins, begging to be unleashed. Every instinct screams at me to intervene, to protect my mate. But I know I can't. This is Xander's battle to fight."Quite the spectacle, isn't it?" Elara's voice cuts through my turmoil. She stands beside me, her eyes gleaming with an knowledge that sends chills down my spine. "Two alphas, thinking they're fighting for mere pack politics, when in reality they're pawns in a game that spans universes."I turn to her, anger bubbling up inside me. "Is