All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Seraphine POVThe dense forest felt alive with tension, its canopy casting dappled light over Seraphine as she stood in the shadows, watching Lyra and Kane move below. Her heart thrummed with a mixture of bitterness and anticipation. From her vantage point, she could see Lyra kneeling in the dirt, carefully working at the ground where the map had led her group.Seraphine clenched her fists at her sides. That girl - the one who had ruined everything for her family - was now on the brink of uncovering what her mother and father had sought for years.The low, commanding voice of her mate, the Alpha King of Rogues, filled her mind through the bond they shared. “Wait. Let them do the work.”Her jaw tightened at his command. It was always the same with him: calculated patience.“Why should we?” she shot back through the mind link, frustration lacing her tone. “That belongs to us. To me.”His growl was immediate, a deep rumble of authority that made her spine stiffen. “The prophecy was clear,

The forest erupted into chaos as shadows emerged from every direction. Lyra and Kane froze, their senses sharpening instantly as over a hundred rogue werewolves stepped into the clearing. Their snarls and growls formed a cacophony that set every nerve on edge.Kane stepped in front of Lyra, his stance protective. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low but firm.The rogues parted and from among them stepped a woman with striking features - Seraphine. Her hair glinted in the moonlight and her smirk was filled with malice. She was flanked by an enormous man, his presence commanding and terrifying. Scars crisscrossed his face and arms, a testament to countless battles.“Lyra,” Seraphine said mockingly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “So nice to see you again.”Kane’s eyes narrowed. “Seraphine.” His tone was sharp, accusing.Seraphine laughed. “Oh, don’t sound so surprised. Did you really think I’d disappear quietly after you ruined my family? No, Kane. I’ve found my place now.

Kane's POV The evening air was heavy with tension as Kane sat up in his bed, his head spinning from the effort. His body protested, but he forced himself upright, clenching his jaw against the pain. Weakness was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Not now.His wolf growled low in his mind, the sound a blend of frustration and anger.You failed her, the wolf snarled. We failed her. How could you let them take her?“I know,” Kane muttered aloud, his voice hoarse. “You think I don’t know?”The wolf snapped back, She’s our mate. We were supposed to protect her. And we let her go.Kane’s hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms. “If I could go back..”But you can’t. The wolf’s tone softened, its anger tempered by a deeper pain. But we can fix it. If you’ll listen to me.For a moment, the room fell silent save for the soft rustle of the wind outside the window. Kane closed his eyes, his breathing steadying as he opened himself fully to the wolf’s presence.What do you want? K

Time dragged on in the damp, oppressive silence of the cell, broken only by the occasional, harrowing sound of screams from deeper within the prison. Lyra flinched every time she heard them, her heart sinking further. The cries came from other prisoners, their agony reverberating through the stone walls.Her hands curled tightly around the stone, her only source of solace. Though it glowed faintly, its light was hidden by her fingers. The warmth it radiated was the sole comfort she had in this pit of despair.Lyra’s body bore the bruises and aches of countless beatings. The guards came often, their heavy boots echoing ominously before they entered. They would shove her to the ground or drag her up roughly, hitting her hard enough to bruise but never crossing the line into true torture.Yet.That was what terrified her most. She knew the day would come when the Rogue King’s patience would run out. When words would no longer suffice, and they would begin to break her in ways she couldn’t

Lyra's POV Lyra sat in the dim light of her cell, her back against the cold stone wall. Her body ached from countless bruises, and her mind swirled with fatigue. The distant screams of other prisoners echoed through the halls, a chilling reminder of the horrors that lurked beyond her locked door.Her fingers curled protectively around the stone, its warmth a small comfort in the oppressive cold. Her wolf, Thalia, stirred restlessly inside her, a constant reminder that she wasn’t alone in this.We will get out of here, Thalia assured her, though the words felt like a distant echo.Before Lyra could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.The door creaked open and Seraphine stepped in, her movements sharp and deliberate. She was dressed in dark leathers, her expression a mask of disdain and fury.“Well, well,” Seraphine sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “The little princess looks worse for wear.”Lyra forced herself to sit up straighter, meeting Seraphine