All Chapters of Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LYRA It’s my eighteenth birthday today, and I can hear the merriment from the banquet hall. Werewolves are laughing, chatting, and probably shoving their faces full of food. It’s a festive night for them, and everyone seems to be in high spirits, everyone except for me. And their celebration has nothing to do with my birthday. No one cares about my birthday. I only keep track of the years because I like to know how long I’ve been stuck in this miserable cycle. A weak human slave like me isn’t allowed to be merry or join in any festivities. I only have one job: work, work, and then work some more. That is the only thing I’m good for in this werewolf territory. I wipe the plates clean and stack them on the rack to be taken to the banquet hall. Tonight, Alpha Lucian is hosting a party for one of the neighboring alphas visiting Shadowmoon Pack. Thinking about it almost makes me scoff. Werewolves love parties so much. But I can’t even blame them. They are always at war, so I guess th

LYRA Alpha? I should have known. A man with an aura this strong could only be an Alpha. It explains everything: the way his presence fills the room, those cold, unkind blue eyes, and the perpetual frown etched on his face like he is allergic to smiling. Cruel werewolves. How can Alpha Lucian just offer me to another like I’m some trinket to be passed around? All because of one small mistake? I know I’m doomed. Even if this new Alpha helped me earlier, he is still one of them, a wolf through and through. Looking at him, he seems to be around the same age as Nathan or slightly older. Men within their age and rank are all douchebags. “I accept your offer,” the man says. His deep voice is calm but decisive. Cheers erupt in the banquet hall like he just declared world peace. Meanwhile, I’m frozen on the floor, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “That settles it!” Alpha Lucian booms, raising his glass in a grand toast. The crowd follows suit, lifting their glasses high, their voices

LYRA I wake at the first crow of the rooster, as I always do. But today, it feels like it crowed too late. Maybe because I barely slept after leaving my new Alpha’s chambers. My mind is too tangled in thoughts to rest. I don’t know what to feel. I just turned eighteen. I’m officially an adult now. In the werewolf world, eighteen is when they find their mates and begin to rut. The only reason Alpha Lucian hadn’t dragged me to court to entertain his high-ranking wolves before was because I was still considered a child. But what happens now? Now that I’m of age, now that my body can make good money for my master? The thought alone makes my stomach churn. I shove it away as I climb out of my ratty mattress, shaking off the cold dread. Routine takes over. I move to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and wash up. The water is freezing, but it jolts me awake. I throw on a shapeless dress. An ugly, patched-up mess of stitches draping loosely over my frame. Tying my hair up as usual, I push past

LYRA A heavy silence settles over the courtyard, but I can see the agreement in the eyes of the other elders. They don’t want me here. I don’t know what happened in their past, but I know I am not welcome here. And judging by the storm brewing behind Alpha Kael’s eyes, he is not taking their words lightly. “She is my guest and my responsibility,” Alpha Kael grits out. “And you will accept that.” Then, another elder, a grizzled werewolf with silver streaks in his beard, steps forward. His gaze sweeps over me before he speaks. “You’re asking us to accept a human into our ranks,” he says in a measured tone filled with warning. “Into our home, where she has no place. You know what that means, Alpha.” Alpha Kael doesn’t flinch. “I know exactly what it means.” Another elder scoffs, shaking his head. “Then you must also know how foolish this is. Bringing her here goes against everything we stand for. Humans are weak and fragile, and they don’t belong in our world.” They speak of me a

LYRA "You can't work there," he says with finality, already striding toward the door. But I’m not giving up that easily. I rush after him, my heart pounding in frustration. "Why not?" I demand, staring at him in bewilderment. He halts abruptly, turning to face me. His piercing blue eyes were unreadable as always. "Because I say so. Now, get back to bed, Lyra." My fists clench at my sides. If he claims I’m free, then why restrict me? Why give me freedom only to cage me in another way? "I'm sorry, but I refuse to obey, Alpha," I say firmly, meeting his gaze despite the nervous flutter in my chest. My heart slams against my ribs, fearing I might have gone too far. What if he takes back my freedom? But when had I ever been one to hold back? Even in Shadowmoon, my sharp tongue had earned me more bruises than I could count. Defiance had been both my shield and my curse. Alpha Kael only stares at me in silence. There’s no flicker of anger, no visible annoyance, just that same cold, unr