Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Kane POVThe fire burned low, throwing faint light against the canvas walls of the tent. Lyra’s breathing had finally steadied, soft even against the silence.Kane sat beside her bedroll, still dressed, boots by the flap, sword within arm’s reach. He hadn’t meant to stay this long. He’d told himself he’d leave once her eyes closed. But something in him refused to move until he was certain - certain her nightmares wouldn’t drag her under again.Her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm now. Her face was softer in sleep, younger, almost unguarded. A strand of silver-dark hair had slipped across her cheek, catching faint firelight. He resisted the urge to brush it back.She deserved peace. Even if only for a few hours.When he was sure her dreams wouldn’t turn dark, Kane finally rose, slipping into the night.The camp spread in broken rings of firelight. Shadows stretched across the clearing, tents hunched low beneath the trees. Warriors muttered in small clusters, some sharpening blades,

Lyra POVThe shadows at the edge of the forest stirred again - then parted.Showing not any beast. Not another stray rogue.A man stepped into the moonlight, massive and scarred, tattoos crawling across his chest like brands burned into flesh. His presence hit like a hammer - raw, terrible, commanding.The Rogue King himself.His eyes gleamed, catching the pale glow of the moon, dark fire swirling there. The warriors closest to Kane instinctively moved to shield him and Lyra, but the King only laughed, low and cold, a sound that made the air itself shudder.“Well,” the Rogue King drawled, spreading his arms as if the night itself belonged to him. “What a pretty little march this is. My dogs said the Lycan prince played soldier in the south, but I didn’t think you’d actually come crawling this close to my woods.”Lyra’s stomach twisted at his words - but it wasn’t only the malice dripping from his voice.A movement behind him caught her eye.A woman stepped from the shadows, bare feet i

Lyra’s POVThe forest split apart as if the night itself wanted to flee.Kane roared, his Lycan form wreathed in golden fire, claws dripping with blood that smoked against the earth. The Rogue King answered with shadow and ink, his tattoos pulsing as if alive, crawling into weapons that screamed when they struck.They collided, titans in flesh. Every blow shook the clearing. Kane’s claws raked the warlord’s chest - shadows poured instead of blood. The Rogue King’s fist smashed into Kane’s jaw - gold sparks scattered like broken stars.Lyra’s wolf howled inside her chest, urging her forward. She didn’t hesitate. Claws extended, eyes burning silver, she tore into the rogues that swarmed toward her. Each strike spilled ash, the crescent stone at her neck searing with every kill.“Lyra, your left!” Valeria’s voice cut through.Lyra spun just as three rogues lunged. Valeria’s blade flashed, runes igniting along the steel, slicing through two in a burst of fire. The third leapt high - Lyra c

Kane entered the infirmary, his steps quiet but purposeful. The room was filled with the scent of herbs and faint traces of antiseptic. Lyra lay on a padded bed near the far wall, her hair fanned out around her pale face. A healer hovered nearby, adjusting the blankets with gentle hands.The moment Kane appeared, Lyra’s eyes fluttered open. Though exhaustion clouded her gaze, there was a spark of recognition, of trust, that sent a wave of relief through him.“Kane,” she murmured, her voice weak but steady.He crossed the room in a few quick strides, kneeling by her bedside. His wolf, though still restless, calmed at the sight of her. “I’m here,” he said softly, taking her hand in his. “And I’ll never leave your side again.”Lyra gave him a faint smile, though pain flickered in her expression. “It’s not over, is it?”Kane shook his head, his jaw tightening. “No, not yet. But we’re going to face it together.”He gestured toward the doorway, where Bastian lingered uncertainly, his scarre

Lyra POV Lyra stirred in her bed, her body finally resting after days of turmoil. The healer’s herbs had done their work, lulling her into a deep sleep, but it wasn’t peaceful. Darkness stretched around her in her dreams, punctuated by bursts of searing light. She found herself standing in a vast expanse of charred earth, ash swirling in the air like snowflakes.A figure emerged from the shadows, its form flickering between human and wolf. It was neither Kane nor anyone she recognized. Its eyes glowed a brilliant gold, and its voice boomed in her mind - not words but emotions: warning, urgency, power.The figure raised a hand and in it was the stone. But it was no longer dull and lifeless; it burned with fiery intensity, casting light and shadow in equal measure. The flames leaped toward her, licking at her skin, but instead of burning, they seemed to seep into her, filling her veins with molten energy. She screamed, the sound echoing through the void.“You must choose,” a voice whis