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

Lyra’s POVThe blast sent them both skidding across the ground, sparks raining from where silver fire met writhing shadow. The trees shuddered, bark peeling as if scorched by lightning. For a heartbeat, the world was nothing but ringing silence.Lyra coughed, the taste of iron flooding her mouth. Her claws glowed white-hot, smoke rising from her hands. Her knees trembled, but she forced herself upright.The Rogue King rose too.He looked worse - his chest carved open by glowing lines where her claws had struck, tattoos slithering desperately to stitch him back together. Black sewing dripped into the dirt, sizzling like acid. But he laughed, a sound like stone breaking.“Stronger than I thought,” he growled. His grin widened, cracked lips dripping shadow. “But strength burns fastest when it’s stolen.”He lunged before she could breathe.Shadows wrapped his fists, each blow slamming like a hammer. Lyra blocked, dodged, spun, her wolf howling inside her head. She clawed his arm, light sea

Lyra’s POVThe clearing was lit by firelight before the moon had shifted an hour higher.Bodies lay gathered at the center - rogues, shadow-born, and the few brave warriors who had fallen tonight. The air was thick with blood, smoke, and the sharp sting of ash.Lyra stood with the shawl still draped around her shoulders, fingers curled tight into the fabric. Kane was at her side, his presence solid as stone, though his jaw was carved in grim lines.Thorne’s voice cut through the silence. “We burn them all. Friend and foe alike. Nothing of the shadows can be left to linger.”The men around him nodded. Torches hissed as they touched the piled pyres. Flames roared, rising into the dark, casting dancing light over faces that seemed carved from grief.Lyra forced herself not to look away.Each warrior deserved to be seen. Each rogue, too. Even Seraphine - her body had been laid carefully apart, wrapped in what cloth they had left. Not as a traitor. Not as a monster. But as a woman who, at t