All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zane Thirty minutes later, Selene, Rion, and I are all crouched on the granite floor of my office as Selene mumbling every spell she can think of. In the center of our circle, a bundle of Lyra’s platinum blonde hair twists like a miniature tornado, igniting briefly. Then it falls to the floor, slowly burning out. Selene sighs deeply and rubs her temples. Next, she reaches for a toothbrush. Yes. Lyra’s toothbrush. That is how desperate we have become. Every scrap of Lyra’s DNA we can get our hands on, we are using. The image of that pool of her blood—after she was stabbed—still haunts me. So much DNA… mopped up, washed away. How useful would that have been now? Gods, I wish I hadn’t cleaned it up. I curse myself again—for throwing it away, for letting Lyra go, for letting any of this happen. Rion’s voice pulls me from the spiral. “Lyra fed you her blood,” he murmurs. Selene lifts her gaze from the smoldering bristles, her eyes sharp and curious as she looks at me. “How long a

LYRA Did Zane… no. Not possible. He wouldn’t. Fated mates… They simply don’t reject each other. It just does not happen. I have never even met someone who rejected their fated mate. Obviously I've heard stories where it happened, but still, that's all they were. Stories. And even in those rumours, there were always extreme circumstances. One woman rejected a guy because he was a mass murder. Another was mated to a human trafficker. Or the very romantic notion... the wolf was already in love with someone else. Holy fuck. No. Zane's not in love with me. And even-on the very off chance that Zane rejected her- Maria still had no right to do this to me. Striking some sort of deal with Aurora, of all people? To what? Get rid of me? Kill me? It's fucked up. Besides, according to Aurora's timeline, Maria had to have made the deal before the full moon. Before she even knew for certain that Zane was her mate. Even if the manipulative bitch of a witch approached her, Maria could have

ZANE Lyra’s wracked sobs are still echoing in my head as I sit at the new desk in my office. Even now, after she locked herself in her room—locked herself away from me—I can still hear them ringing in my mind. And gods, she is this crushed because I forced her to come back to me. I never even wanted to hear her cry, but knowing that I caused her this much pain? That hurts more than anything I have ever experienced. It started on the run back. I shifted her to my chest, cradling her, and hoping it would calm her. Instead, she fought harder. Like being near me burned her, so I had no choice but to haul her back over my shoulder. Once she realised she would not escape my grip, her body started shaking with those gut-wrenching sobs. It continued the whole way home. And when we arrived? The second her feet hit the tiles of the staircase, she bolted straight for the front door. If I had not caught her, she would already be gone. I thought we were making progress. I thought

ZANE Never in my life have I wanted to kill someone as much as I do right now. That witch has gone too damn far. I do not know what she did to Ly, but I do know Lyra is not herself. And it has everything to do with those silver chains around her wrists. How the hell did I not notice them before? I did not even feel them when she was pounding her fists against my back on the walk home… but now that I see how deeply they are embedded in her flesh. How does she bear it? The silver is searing into her skin—and she hasn’t said a word. Is it because she can’t? Or is she numb to the pain? That witch put something in those bands. They are manipulating Lyra’s behaviour, that much is certain. But does that mean Lyra is trapped in her own mind? Is she aware of her actions? Of what she is saying? Is she conscious in her mind? Gods, for her sake, I hope not. I exhale slowly as I make my way down the stairs. She was so convincing… the hatred in her eyes, the sharpness in her words, th

LYRA Finally, I get some peace when I slip into the bathroom, leaving an overprotective Ellie hovering in my room. I click the lock into place, before sagging against the door, sliding down until I’m nothing more than a trembling bundle on the cold tile. Fuck me. How did I get here? How did I go from a terrifying lycan to this? A sad, shackled little pup, unable to even feel the presence that once burned in my mind. At this point, I’d rather lose control again. I’d welcome the beast. Anything would be better than this. This crazy mix of my erratic thoughts and Aurora’s fucking voice in my mind. Even over a distance, the bitch is commanding me. She’s constantly whispering what to do, filling my head with images and instructions. She told me that she would give me what I need. Which she has. And goddess, I’ve already started planning how to obey her. It’s been hours since Zane left, but he needs to come back. Aurora needs him to come find me, and when he returns, I’ll do it. I