All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Chaos: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LYRA Zane exhales slowly, before turning on his heel and stalking away from me, heading straight for the front door. He doesn’t say a word as he opens the door and walks inside. I stay rooted to my spot for half a second, debating whether I should just take off to Talia’s. But ultimately I decide to follow him. Because if tonight has taught me anything, it’s that running would only make this worse. I don’t even make it onto the stone slabs heading to the door, before he’s back. And a thick, warm bath towel settles around my shoulders falling all the way to my knees. Somehow, the fabric is rough and comforting all at once. Okay. Definitely was not expecting that. I glance at Zane sideways, but he is no longer watching me. His focus is clipped, his eyes locked on the inside of the house like he’s ticking off risks in his head. Wet dress. Wet floors. Slipping. Blood on the pristine stone. Right. Those would be his priorities. He absolutely can’t have that happe

Lyra Zane steps out of the shower, leaving me right there to catch my breath. He wraps a towel around his waist, and rakes his fingers through his wet hair. A single water droplet falls from his hair onto his chest. My eyes trail the drop running down his chest, between his abs, and over that delicious v-line. The drop disappears when it hits the towel. And even beneath the thick fabric, I can clearly see the outline of his still-hard dick. When I finally manage to rip my gaze away from his body, and look at his face, he’s smirking. Zane turns his back on me and walks to the other side of the bathroom. He stops just before reaching the door. But instead of leaving, he grabs another towel from the cupboard beneath the basin. His eyes are fixed on the towel when he comes back and drapes it over my shoulders. Still refusing to look at me, he takes my hair and starts wringing the water from it. What the fuck? Why does he keep taking care of me? Why was he asking about my l

ZANE I am a fool. An idiot. Bringing Lyra along was a critical, blood-pressure-spiking, sanity-shredding mistake. Because she won’t stop humming. She won’t stop tossing her hair. Won’t stop brushing against my arm like it’s accidental. It is not. We have only been on the trail for twenty minutes, and I am already regretting every single decision that led to this. I should have left her behind. I should have let her claw her way through training alone and flirt with trees or whatever it is that she does when she’s bored. But no. I had to bring her. And not because of strategy. Not because of caution.Because I did not want her alone. I didn’t want her possibly laughing with another man in my absence. Didn’t want her too far from me. Which is pathetic. I glance back, and she is still a few paces behind me, a pack slung lazily over one shoulder. A pack she refused to let anyone else carry for her. Damn her stubbornness. Her black leggings hug every inch of her legs, and

LYRA When Zane's eyes close, the golden glow under his skin flares — then detonates. The force knocks Rion back a full five feet, sending him crashing into the underbrush with a loud grunt.I hear twigs snapping when he lands, although it could also be bones breaking. I’m not even sure. My focus is fixed on Zane. “Fuck,” I breathe. The hum of his power brushes over my skin like static, sending goosebumps over my skin. His power feels wrong. Not as warm and welcoming as it was earlier. Now it has some of the cold I felt when I first met him. Like we went back to a time where he couldn’t stand me.I try to shake that thought out of my head. And then I smell it. The strong stench of wolfsbane burning into his flesh, coming straight from his wound. The shit is laced on the silver of the dagger. Damn. Zane’s breath is coming in shallow gasps. His heartbeat—goddess, I can hear it. It’s stuttering around the knife like it’s lost its rhythm. Even I know, his Alpha healing can’t

ZANEThe entire walk, I wait… stewing. By the time we step back onto Eclipse Pack land, I am close to imploding. Finally, we enter our home, and I turn to her “Office. Ten minutes.”Her brows lift like she’s about to argue, but she makes the wise choice, simply nodding and heading in the direction of the staircase. Good.I need answers, and I need them now, before my sanity finally snaps.Because what happened at that altar… The way my power responds to her, doesn’t reject her presence, has been bothering me since the day I first saw her. Today, her blood saved me… and the way it tasted in my mouth. It was intoxicating. I have never wanted someone so much in my life. To mark. To mate. To know. To claim. And the worst part? I don’t even know what she is. Not a regular wolf. Not a witch. She is something else completely. Something powerful. Though is she powerful enough to protect herself against me? Should the madness overcome me, will she be strong enough to stop me? M