All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The night was quiet, too quiet for the storm that Kane carried within him. He stood at the head of nearly 200 warriors, their forms hidden in the shadow of the forest. His wolf growled low in his chest, an echo of the anger and determination that pulsed through every fiber of his being.This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for since Lyra was torn from him.“Is everyone ready?” Kane’s voice was steady, but the tension in it was unmistakable.One of the commanders, a seasoned Lycan named Viktor, stepped forward. “We’re ready, Alpha. Scouts confirmed the location of the Rogue King’s stronghold. It’s just beyond that ridge.” He gestured to a rocky incline shrouded in mist.Kane nodded, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered warriors. Every one of them was handpicked for their loyalty, strength, and resolve. This was no ordinary rescue mission - it was a reckoning.Kane turned back to the map spread on a makeshift table, its edges held down by rocks. “We’ll move in waves,” he said, poin

Kane held Lyra for a moment longer, just letting the steady rhythm of her breath calm the storm inside him. The weight of the battle was still heavy on his chest, but in this moment, with her alive and safe, everything else seemed to fade away. His mind raced, as it always did after a fight - calculating, planning, and trying to make sense of the chaos. But for now, he allowed himself to just breathe.He pulled back reluctantly, still keeping a protective arm around her waist. His eyes swept the room, the aftermath of the battle strewn across the floor - bodies of the fallen, broken crates, and discarded weapons. The stench of blood filled the air, but there was also something else, something faint but sharp. The air still crackled with the remnants of magic, the energy from the stone Lyra had so fiercely protected.We need to get you out of here, Kane thought to her, his voice filled with urgency but also a deep sense of relief. The others are securing the perimeter. You’re safe now,

Kane stood in the dimly lit war room, his jaw clenched tight as the weight of what he had just learned settled over him. His mind raced, the words of the old prisoner echoing in his ears. The Rogue King’s obsession with the stone, the prophecy surrounding it - everything pointed to something much larger, more dangerous, than anyone had anticipated.Lyra stood by his side, her face etched with determination, but Kane could see the quiet storm brewing behind her eyes. She was absorbing every word, every detail. She wanted to understand it all - she needed to. And Kane wasn’t going to let her face it alone.“Lyra,” Kane thought to her, his voice soft but firm through their mind link. “We need more answers. I need to know everything the Rogue King knew about this prophecy - what they were hiding, what they were willing to kill for.”Lyra nodded, her hand finding his in silent solidarity. “I’ll help you, Kane. Whatever it takes.”He squeezed her hand before stepping away to the war table,

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