All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Ekreth POVThe silence that followed Maeraxa’s words seemed to stretch forever. The old world was already ending. He feard that from a long time. And now it was hapenning. Around the great table, dragons and wolves alike stared at the ancient map spread before them.Ekreth watched the realization settle over the room. Some resisted it. Some feared it. Some already understood. Lyra was among the last group. He could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t focused on what was being lost. She was already calculating what could still be saved.That was why people followed her. Not because she promised impossible victories. Because she kept walking when everyone else stopped.Nyxar was studying the seals. Vaeleth was studying Maeraxa. And Maeraxa... His sister was studying all of them.Measuring. Judging. Searching for weaknesses. Exactly as she always had. Some things never changed.Finally Lyra broke the silence.“If the prophecy isn’t about preventing their return...” Her voice echoed through t

Ekreth POVThe fortress was quieter at night. Ancient dragons breathed beneath these mountains. Rivers of fire moved through the stone below. Magic older than all kingdoms hummed inside every wall.But compared to the chaos of the last weeks, it felt almost peaceful. Almost.Ekreth stood alone on one of the highest balconies, staring across the endless sea of peaks.Moonlight silvered the mountains. Far below, the fortress glowed with warm amber light. For the first time in centuries, he wasn’t underground. Wasn’t imprisoned. Wasn’t alone. And somehow the feeling was stranger than captivity.A familiar voice drifted from behind him.“You always did choose the highest balcony.”Ekreth smiled before he even turned. “Because you always chose the lowest.”Maeraxa stepped from the shadows carrying two crystal goblets and an old bottle.“Someone had to remain sensible.”He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound startled both of them. Gods. How long had it been? Five hundred years? Six? More?

Vaeleth POV“Run.”The command hit her like thunder. The water exploded upward. The silver sky shattered. Something moved beyond the cracks in reality. Something vast. And not friendly.Vaeleth caught a glimpse of claws larger than mountains. Molten fire bled through the darkness beyond the dream. An eye opened somewhere outside existence itself - watching.She was horrified. Truly horrified. And then the stranger moved. Instantly. Placing himself between her and the thing trying to force its way through.The gesture was so natural neither of them seemed to understand it at first. As if his body had chosen before his mind could. As if protecting her was an instinct. Not a decision.The realization struck them both. His head turned slightly. Golden eyes finding hers again. His calm mask cracked. Vaeleth saw surprise in his eyes. The same surprise she felt. Something impossible had just happened.The thing beyond the shattered sky roared again. Reality shook. The stranger barely seemed

Nyxar POVAnother knock rattled the chamber door. Harder this time. Far less patient.“Lyra? Nyxar?” Ekreth called them. The dragon sounded calm. Too calm. Which somehow made Nyxar trust the situation even less.For a long moment neither he nor Lyra moved. Her forehead still rested against his. His hand still cupped her cheek. The distance between them was measured in breaths. The kiss that almost happened lingered in the air like a living thing.Waiting.Neither seemed willing to be the first to step away. Then reality finally won. Barely. Lyra released a slow breath and leaned back first. Her silver eyes remained fixed on his. Something vulnerable still lingered there. Something she rarely allowed anyone to see. Something Nyxar suspected she’d regret showing once the night ended.His chest tightened. Because he already knew he would remember it forever.Another knock.“Should I assume you’re both alive?” Ekreth called.Lyra actually snorted. The sound startled both of them. Then a

Lyra POVThe conversation had left something heavy hanging in the air. The Forgotten God. The Impossible Child. Ancient horrors imprisoned beyond reality. It was enough to make even immortals tired.Ekreth drained the last of his wine and set the cup aside. The faint sound echoed through the chamber.“I think we’ve frightened ourselves sufficiently for one night.”Nyxar snorted. Lyra rolled her eyes. The dragon’s mouth twitched. Then his expression softened. Unexpectedly.“We have time.”The words were directed at both of them. But somehow Lyra suspected he meant more than the prophecy. More than the war. More than the end of the world.His ancient gaze moved between them. Far too knowingly. Far too intelligently. Gods, she hated dragons. Especially old ones.Ekreth stood. His wings shimmered briefly, like he needed to stretch them, before disappearing again.“Try to get some rest.” His voice became firm. Practical. The voice of a commander. “Both of you.”Nyxar immediately opened his