Semua Bab Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Bab 21 - Bab 30

In the fading light of the evening, Kane received a message from his father, King Alaric, with an unexpected and urgent invitation for him and Lyra to join him for a private supper. The king’s note was brief, written with a distinct formality but softened by a personal tone reserved only for family.Upon receiving the invitation, Kane knocked softly on the door between their rooms. Lyra opened it, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness flickering in her eyes.“It’s from my father,” Kane explained, holding up the letter. “He’s asked us to join him for supper tonight.”Lyra’s brow furrowed in thought, her hands instinctively fidgeting with her necklace. “Do you think… Is everything alright?”Kane placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, sensing the anxiety that laced her question. “I’m not sure, but I know he wouldn’t have called us without reason. Whatever it is, I’ll be with you.”They walked through the grand corridors of the pack house together, a silent understanding between them.

Lyra stood in the training yard, wiping sweat from her brow after another intense session with Kane. Her muscles ached, but the growing sense of accomplishment kept her spirits high. She had never felt so alive, so... capable. Kane was smiling at her, his eyes filled with pride.Before she could say anything, his expression shifted slightly. A distant look crossed his face - a mind-link message. His lips quirked into a thoughtful smile as he looked back at her.“My father’s just informed me,” Kane began, his tone gentle but tinged with curiosity, “that he’s ready for us to collect the journal. Your mother’s journal.”Lyra froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. “My mother’s journal?” she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The idea of holding something so personal, so connected to the woman she had only fragmented memories of, made her stomach flutter with equal parts excitement and dread.Kane nodded. “It’s waiting for us. We can go now if you’re ready.”Lyra too

Lyra woke the next morning with the journal still beside her on the bed. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming her skin, but her thoughts were still with the words she had read. Each sentence was a doorway into a life she had never known, each page a connection to a woman she could finally begin to understand.She traced the cover of the journal with her fingertips before sitting up. There were still so many unanswered questions, so many pages left to read. But Lyra also felt a new strength, a sense of purpose driving her. Her mother had written not just to leave a legacy but to guide her.Her wolf stirred within her. “The answers will come. One step at a time.”Lyra nodded to herself. She got out of bed and dressed, choosing something simple and comfortable - a sign that she was still adjusting to having her own clothing, her own choices. Today, she knew, was a day for digging deeper.When Lyra entered the dining hall, Kane was already waiting. His eyes softened when he

Kane paced his room early the next morning, his thoughts spinning as he replayed the events of the previous day. The map Lyra had uncovered was clearly important, its markings suggesting something her mother wanted to hide or protect. His instincts told him it wasn’t just a map; it was a clue, a breadcrumb leading to answers Lyra deserved to have.But alongside the map lingered a question neither of them had voiced last night: What happened to Alpha Killian?Kane had always known the basic outline of Lyra’s tragic history. Her parents had been framed, betrayed, and ultimately eliminated as threats to Regina’s grasp on power. But where Killian fit into the story had remained a mystery. If he was supposed to protect his mate and child, why had he disappeared? And why had her mother been left to fend for herself?He glanced at the adjoining door to Lyra’s room. It was slightly ajar, signaling she was awake. She had probably spent most of the night reading, piecing together fragments of a

The forest stretched endlessly before them, its towering trees shrouded in mist and shadow. The air was alive with the rustle of leaves and occasional bursts of birdsong, but beneath the natural symphony, an unshakable tension loomed. Lyra walked beside Kane, the map clutched tightly in her hand. Each step they took into the wilderness seemed to pull them further from the safety of the pack’s territory and deeper into uncertainty.“This place feels... different,” Lyra murmured, her voice low as her eyes swept the unfamiliar landscape.“That’s because it is,” Kane replied, his tone protective. “We’re far beyond the pack’s usual borders now. This is unclaimed land - neutral at best, hostile at worst.”The warriors flanking them moved with quiet efficiency, their sharp eyes scanning every shadow. Jared, a seasoned tracker and Kane’s trusted lieutenant, led the group, his senses as finely tuned as a predator’s. Reina, the scout, walked a few paces ahead, her every movement precise and deli