All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra's POVA sharp chill bit into Lyra’s bare feet as she crept through the darkness, clutching her thin, tattered blanket close to her chest. The air was heavy and damp, lingering with the earthy scent of the river that lay just beyond the pack’s territory. She hugged the blanket tighter around her bruised arms, hurrying down the narrow path that twisted away from the cell and into the woods. Every step sent pain lancing up her legs, but she pushed forward, guided by the soft glow of moonlight and the thought of the cold, cleansing water waiting for her.This place was her only sanctuary. Her only escape, even if it was only for a few minutes, before dawn would force her back to the pack house.The icy river stung as she stepped into it, sending a shiver through her battered body. She leaned down, splashing the water over her face and rubbing it into her arms, scrubbing away the dirt, blood, and grime left over from another day’s work - and another day’s beating.But some marks couldn

Lyra's POVLyra’s body lay sprawled on the cold, hard cot in her cell. She could feel herself drifting in and out of consciousness, caught in a haze of pain and darkness. Her skin burned, her muscles ached, and every breath seemed to bring fresh waves of agony.A soft light appeared as the door to the cell creaked open. The healer, a kind-faced woman named Evelyn, stepped inside, her brows drawn in sorrow as she looked down at Lyra’s beaten form. Kneeling beside her, Evelyn worked silently, pulling out cloths and ointments from her bag. With gentle hands, she began to clean Lyra’s wounds, her fingers careful around the worst cuts.“Evelyn crouched beside her, setting down a small lantern that cast a dim, comforting light into the dark cell. Her hands worked with practiced tenderness, gently brushing Lyra’s hair back from her bruised face. Lyra felt the healer’s touch and blinked, trying to focus, but the ache of her injuries weighed heavily on her."Oh, child…” came a voice, soft and s

Kane's POVKane’s arms tightened instinctively around Lyra as he carried her down the hall, her limp form barely stirring against his chest. Her skin was cold, her breathing faint but steady, and he could feel every scar, every bruise, as he held her close. Each mark on her skin seemed to sear into his own, fueling a fury that made it nearly impossible to keep his Lycan from taking over completely.They arrived at the guest quarters, and Kane shot a pointed look at the pack servants hovering nearby. “Prepare a room. I want it spotless and warm, and I want it now.”One servant nodded quickly, darting ahead to open the door to one of the best guest rooms in the house. Kane entered, lowering Lyra carefully onto the bed, brushing a tangled strand of hair away from her face. She looked so small, so fragile, lying there against the crisp sheets. His heart twisted, both in protectiveness and outrage.“Penelopa,” he called, signaling his own healer. She stepped forward, her expression calm yet

Aiden's POVAiden paced furiously in his quarters, his fists clenched, his thoughts tangled. Every fiber of his being, every nerve, screamed for him to act, to reclaim what had been taken from him. His wolf stirred restlessly inside him, snarling with frustration." She’s ours. How could you let him touch her?"The sharp reminder made Aiden’s heart pound with anger. He’d cast Lyra aside, yes, but that was before he realized the depth of their connection. His rejection had been a mistake, and now Kane, the Lycan Prince, thought he had the right to claim her? The very thought twisted Aiden's gut with jealousy and rage.He could feel his wolf pushing against his control, demanding action, demanding blood."You’ll have to fight him," his wolf whispered darkly. "You’ll have to take her back."Aiden gritted his teeth, imagining Kane’s smug face, the way he looked at Lyra as if she were something to be pitied. He wouldn't stand by and let Kane steal her away. Not without a fight.He couldn’t i

Kane's POVKane’s mind was a storm of fury and suspicion as he strode down the darkened corridors of the Blackstone Pack’s estate. Lyra lay resting in his room, finally stable but still vulnerable after everything she had endured. Every time he thought about her condition, the bruises and wounds covering her frail body, he felt his Lycan rage boil within him, pushing him to unleash it on the very people responsible.But he needed answers, not just vengeance. He needed to understand how the pack had fallen so far, and he intended to start with the two who led it: Alpha Caden and Luna Regina.Kane found Thorne waiting in his quarters. Thorne’s expression was serious, his eyes a sharp contrast to his usual easy-going demeanor. He’d seen Lyra’s condition and knew this was no ordinary investigation.Kane shut the door, crossing the room in a few tense steps. “I want every scrap of information we can find about this pack. Whatever we need to uncover, whatever is hidden here, I want it laid b