All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lyra POVThe weight of her father’s words clung to the air like a storm waiting to break.We prepare.For what?A war against gods who had existed before time itself? A battle against something no mortal could ever hope to understand?Lyra’s fingers curled into fists against her lap, her nails biting into her palms. Every instinct in her screamed that something was wrong, something beyond the devastation left behind by the Demon God.She had survived. But at what cost?The presence inside her had not faded.The First Queen still lurked in the shadows of her soul, coiled like a predator biding its time. Lyra could feel her - not an overwhelming force taking control, not yet, but there. A whisper at the back of her mind, a weight that had settled into her very bones.A force that did not belong to her.Kane’s grip on her hand was steady, grounding. But even he couldn’t quiet the turmoil inside her.Across from her, her father watched, his sharp amber eyes filled with something unreadabl

Lyra’s POVThe chamber was silent after her father’s final words, but inside her mind - inside her soul - there was no silence.The First Queen was awake.She could feel her, a whisper in the back of her thoughts, a presence curling around her consciousness like smoke."You are not ready."Lyra stiffened, her nails digging into her palms.She had spent her life believing she was in control of her own destiny. That her choices, her victories, and her losses were her own. But now?Now, she wasn’t just herself anymore.The First Queen’s presence had been lingering since the moment she woke after the battle with the Demon God. At first, it had been subtle - a whisper here, a flicker of something in the corner of her mind. But now, it was like an ember catching fire, waiting to consume.Lyra closed her eyes, exhaling slowly."You are my heir."The words weren’t just memories. They were hers - the Queen’s voice brushing against her thoughts, curling into her mind like it belonged there.No.

Lyra’s POVThe hours passed in silence.Scrolls, tomes, fragmented stone tablets - each one an ancient whisper from the past. Some were barely legible, their ink faded with time, while others had been written in languages Lyra didn’t recognize.She had lost track of how many books they had opened, how many records they had scoured. And yet, the truth remained just beyond reach, like a shadow retreating from the light.Her father stood across from her, his fingers tracing the edge of a brittle parchment. He hadn’t spoken much since her vision. But Lyra could feel it - his mind turning over the same thoughts, the same questions.Lyra frowned, thinking back to the battlefield in her vision. The crown. The blood. The chains forged by the gods themselves.“She wasn’t meant to be a ruler,” Lyra murmured. “She was meant to destroy. But something stopped her.”The air in the archive felt heavier.Killian crossed his arms, his gaze flickering toward the deeper, unsearched shelves of the archive

Lyra’s POVThe air shifted.It was subtle at first - a faint pressure at the back of Lyra’s skull, a whisper too soft to hear yet impossible to ignore. Then came the cold. A sharp, unnatural chill, crawling up her spine, settling deep in her bones.Something was watching them.Kane noticed it, too. His grip on his sword tightened, golden eyes scanning the shadowed corners of the archive. Killian exhaled slowly, his face unreadable, but Lyra could feel his unease like a tangible force.Then - a whisper.Soft at first. A voice just beyond reach, threading through the silence like smoke.The sound sent a bolt of instinctive dread through Lyra’s chest. She turned sharply, her gaze landing on one of the oldest murals carved into the walls.And then she saw it. The mural had changed.It wasn’t possible. Stone did not shift, nor did carved figures alter themselves after centuries of being untouched. Yet here it was.The battle scene once etched in time - the First Lycan Queen standing agains

The northern stronghold's archives were colder than the mountain air outside. Hidden deep within the fortress, the chamber was carved directly into the rock, lined with ancient shelves filled with scrolls and tomes older than the kingdom itself. The flickering torches barely pushed back the heavy shadows, making the air feel thick - like something unseen was watching.Lyra stood at the center of the room, surrounded by Kane, Briane, a few scholars, and three witches.They were cloaked in midnight blue, their faces obscured by embroidered veils, except for their sharp, knowing eyes. These were The Moon-Bound Sisters, an elusive coven that had lived on the outskirts of lycan lands for centuries. Though many distrusted witches, they had been summoned at Lyra’s request - because she knew the First Queen’s knowledge alone wouldn’t be enough.The oldest of them, Siora, knelt beside the table where the recovered scripts lay, her gnarled fingers brushing against the parchment. The runes glowe