All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The weight of the world had been pressing down on them for too long. Battles, burdens, ancient forces clawing their way into the present - there had been no room for anything else. But tonight, in the flickering firelight of their chamber, there was no war, no Harbinger, no First Queen whispering in Lyra’s mind.Tonight, there was only them.Kane stood before her, his silver eyes darkened with something deeper than desire - something raw, aching. His hands, always so steady in battle, trembled slightly as they traced the contours of her face. He was holding back.Lyra wasn’t.She surged forward, crashing her lips against his, her fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him like she was afraid he would disappear. Kane let out a low growl, deep and possessive, before lifting her effortlessly, pressing her back against the stone wall."Say it," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot, his voice rough with restraint.Lyra’s pulse pounded. "Say what?""That you’re mine

A second wave of magic rose from the witches, this one more delicate but no less powerful. Lyra watched as High Priestess Seraphina lifted her hands, fingers moving in intricate patterns. Ancient symbols carved themselves into the air, glowing with golden fire, their very presence vibrating in Lyra’s bones.Around them, the capital pulsed in response. The wind howled - not just a natural gust, but something alive, carrying the remnants of the Harbinger’s influence as it was ripped from the city, screaming. Shadows convulsed in the alleys, twisting unnaturally before dissolving into nothingness. The scent of burned ozone and old magic lingered in the air.“These are the Shadow Wards,” Seraphina declared, her voice ringing with power. “They will ensure that no trace of the Harbinger’s corruption can take root within these walls.”Lyra exhaled sharply, rubbing her arms as a deep, unnatural chill lifted from the air. It was like the city itself had sighed in relief.But Seraphina was alre

The beacon flickered.The sky, once split by golden light, twisted into something unnatural - something wrong. The stars above dimmed, their brilliance swallowed by an unseen force. And then, the rift widened.A clawed hand, black as obsidian and veined with molten gold, pushed through the crack between worlds. Another followed, grasping at the edges of the breach, pulling it open wider.The ground trembled. Trees bent as if bowing to the force that had answered the call. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the valley, drawn toward the rift as though the entity were consuming the very light around it.And then, it stepped through.The being was massive - humanoid in shape, but utterly inhuman in presence. Its body was draped in a cloak of shifting darkness, tendrils of something half-formed slithering at its edges. Its face was obscured beneath a hood of swirling shadows, but two burning eyes - slitted, ancient, knowing - pierced the veil.It exhaled, and the wind died.A rumbling vo

Kane POV The air was still heavy with the weight of unspoken things. The witches had not yet dared to move. Even Lyra was tense, though she did not show it on her face.Nyxar’s smile lingered as if he had already anticipated Kane’s next words.“Where do you plan to go now?” Kane asked, his voice calm, unreadable.Nyxar tilted his head slightly. “I was expecting an invitation.”Kane let the silence stretch between them.The witches shifted, uneasy. They knew the power standing before them. Bringing Nyxar into their court was not just a risk - it was a gamble against an unknown force.Lyra was the first to speak.“You want to stay in the capital?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with curiosity.Nyxar turned to her, his shifting gaze settling into an almost liquid silver. “I wish to stay near you.”Kane did not move, but something in his presence changed. A shift. Subtle. Dangerous. The kind of stillness that came before a storm.Nyxar noticed. He smiled, like he had just uncovere

The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the embers in the fireplace. Shadows flickered across the stone walls, wrapping around them like silent witnesses.Kane moved with purpose, his golden eyes dark with something primal. His grip on Lyra’s waist tightened as he pulled her against him, their bodies flush, heat radiating between them.The kiss was not gentle. It was fierce, consuming - lips and tongues clashing as if they were fighting for control, yet neither willing to surrender.His hands roamed, rough and possessive, claiming every inch of her he touched. Lyra arched into him, a soft gasp escaping as his teeth scraped against the delicate skin of her throat, sending a shiver of pleasure through her."Mine," Kane growled against her neck, his voice raw with emotion, with need.Lyra's fingers tangled in his hair, gripping hard enough to make him groan. "Yours," she whispered, breathless. But the fire in her eyes challenged him - daring him to prove it.Kane’s jaw tensed. His