Semua Bab Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter: Bab 11 - Bab 20

LYRA I have faced hostility before, more times than I can count, but I can't remember the last time anything wounded me like this. Gwen and the others have made their stance painfully clear. I will never fit in. I will never belong. The thought of it presses down on me, suffocating, as I curl into myself against the storeroom door. My chest heaves with the force of my silent sobs and my hands clench into fists against my lap. Then, the door flings open. I jolt, hastily wiping at my tear-streaked face, but it’s too late. Elena steps inside and her sharp gaze lands on me instantly. I don’t get up. I can’t bring myself to move. I hate that she’s seeing me like this: small, broken, weak, but I don’t have the strength to pretend otherwise. I don’t meet her eyes as she stands at the threshold, waiting. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t sigh in exasperation or tell me to stop being pathetic. Instead, she moves forward, stopping just in front of me. When I finally look up, she’s holding out a

LYRA "Fighting isn’t about strength alone," Beta Aiden explains, circling me. "It’s about control, balance, and knowing when to strike." For the past four days, he has been relentless in his training, pushing me past my limits. We started with cardio and strength exercises, and while the first two days left me gasping for air and cursing every muscle in my body, I’ve begun to notice a change. My body doesn’t scream in protest as much, and I can keep up better. At first, the warriors barely paid me any attention, probably thinking I wouldn’t last a day. But on the second day, their curiosity got the better of them. They started watching, whispering amongst themselves, as if they were trying to figure out what to make of me. And yesterday... Yesterday, they clapped when I completed a grueling set of drills. They cheered for me. That was progress. Things don't improve at the infirmary, even though Olivia isn't there. They say Alpha Kael sent her to the borders to stay for seven days

LYRA Beta Aiden’s grip on my shoulders remains firm as he studies my face. "Are you alright?" he asks with concern. Not trusting my voice to hold steady, I simply nod and turn my focus back to the sparring match before us. The men clash, with their wooden swords slicing the air. But my eyes are locked on only one man. Alpha Kael moves like a storm, graceful yet devastating. Kingly. His body is honed and powerful and shifts effortlessly between offense and defense. His every strike and every step exudes dominance. I see the scars on his back and chest, but those do nothing to lessen his presence. If anything, they make him look even more beautiful. The first opponent barely lasts before Alpha Kael disarms him with a swift and brutal efficiency. He doesn’t just fight. He commands. Cheers erupt from the watching warriors. Another challenger steps forward. The cycle repeats, one after the other, and he defeats them with terrifying ease. "Is anyone ever going to beat him?" I mutter in

OLIVIA My hands clench into fists as I pace back and forth across the room. The air is thick with my anger, suffocating the already nervous healers huddled in the corner. They don’t dare speak, too afraid of drawing my wrath, and for good reason. I swear to the moon; I’m going to rip that human’s throat out. There is a rumor among the omegas. One of the servants who waits on me whispered the news as if she expected me to be pleased. Alpha Kael took the human to Moonlight Lake. They were alone together until the early hours of the morning. That alone is enough to make my blood boil, but the next part is what nearly sends me into a feral rage. Alpha Kael carried her in his arms. He let her sleep in his bed. His bed. His actual bed. I know Alpha Kael’s ways. I know the women from whom he draws sexual pleasures from at night before he sends them on their way. But never, not once, has he taken any of them into his chamber. No she-wolf has ever crossed that threshold, let alone slept in

OLIVIA "The Alpha is here!" one of the healers announces. A hush falls over the infirmary. Even the wailing mother of the sick boy cuts off mid-sob, as if fear itself has stolen the air from her lungs. My heart pounds violently in my chest as I prepare my mind for what to tell him and what will happen next. Surely, Kael is not going to hurt me for a human, I tell myself that over and over again. I am his kind, his people, his pack. No matter what, that should count for something. But when the seven-feet frame of Kael darkens the threshold of the healing room, all my confidence and assurances flee out of the window. Lyra is already gone. It’s too late. Even if someone informed him the moment she left, she is likely deep in the Mist by now. And while I'm afraid of the outcome of my orders to Lyra, I don't feel remorse for sending her there. She deserves whatever comes her way for not knowing her place. Still, my stomach knots at the way Kael’s gaze lands on me. Ice-cold. Void of