Semua Bab The Alpha's Rejected Goddess: Carrying the World Ender: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The storm clouds hung low over the pack's central clearing, heavy with the promise of rain that would soon drench the earth. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that mirrored the tension coiling in Lyra's chest. She stood before the gathered wolves, her bare feet sinking into the damp grass, heart pounding as Alpha Torin stepped forward. His broad shoulders strained against the leather vest he wore, muscles rippling with every controlled movement. His dark eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto hers, and the mate bond between them hummed like a live wire, pulling her closer even as dread twisted in her gut.Torin towered over her, his presence commanding the attention of every shifter in the circle. Scars etched across his jaw and arms told stories of battles won, of dominance earned through blood and claw. He was everything an alpha should be—fierce, unbreaking, a force of nature. And she, Lyra, with her soft curves and quiet demeanor, was supposed to be his. The bond had s

The water dragged Lyra under like a thousand grasping hands, churning her body through the frothing chaos of Devil's Throat. She twisted and kicked, lungs burning as the current battered her against rocks that scraped her skin raw. Bubbles exploded from her mouth in a silent scream, her violet eyes wide in the murky depths. The severed bond pulsed with phantom pain, but that inner fire flared hotter, wrapping around her like a shield. It dulled the edges of the cold, pushed oxygen into her starving cells just long enough.She surfaced once, gasping, only to be slammed back down. The waterfall's roar faded into a distant thunder as the river spat her out into a wider, slower flow. Branches clawed at her dress, tearing strips from the already ragged fabric, exposing flashes of pale thigh and the curve of her breast. Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips.Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank

Lyra's eyes snapped open to the dim glow of dawn seeping through the tent's rough canvas. Her body hummed with residual fire, the ghost of Torin's release still pulsing in her veins like an unwelcome intruder. She shifted on the hides, thighs sticky, and pressed her palm against her lower belly to quell the insistent throb. The air in the rogue camp carried the scent of damp earth and smoke from distant fires, but it did little to ground her. Malachi's presence loomed even in his absence, his earlier words echoing: Violet Wolf. Mine to wield.Footsteps crunched outside, heavy and deliberate. The flap lifted, and Malachi ducked inside, his massive frame filling the space. Towering over her at nearly seven feet, his body was a map of scars and sinew, black hair tied back to reveal sharp cheekbones and eyes like polished obsidian. He wore only loose pants of hide, his bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat from whatever predawn exertions he'd been about. In his hand, he held a s

The chains bit into Torin's skin, silver searing like hot irons wherever they touched. He bucked against them, muscles straining, veins bulging in his neck as he roared. The pain fueled his rage, sharpening his senses to the figures above. Lyra—his Lyra—stood there, her form silhouetted against the dim sky, that cursed violet glow pulsing in her eyes. And beside her, Malachi, his hand clamped on her shoulder like he owned her."You traitorous bitch," Torin spat, twisting his head to glare up at her. Blood trickled from where the chains had torn flesh on his arms, but the real agony twisted deeper, in his chest where the bond throbbed. Her scent hit him full force now—sweat-slicked skin, the sharp tang of her power, and underneath it all, the faint, intoxicating musk of her desire. It clawed at him, making his cock harden despite the burn, pressing against the cold ground.Lyra's face was a mask of cold fury, but her eyes betrayed her—flickering with something raw, conflicted. She nock

Malachi's eyes darkened as they flicked from Torin's exposed cock, still hard and glistening, to Lyra's disheveled leathers, the front laces half-undone, her cheeks flushed. The rogue king's lips twisted into a sneer, his scarred hand flexing at his side. 'What the fuck is this?' he growled, stepping fully into the cell, the door slamming shut behind him with a metallic clang that echoed off the stone walls.Lyra spun toward him, her violet eyes flashing with defiance, wings unfurling slightly in a instinctive flare. The bond thrummed in her veins, hot and insistent, urging her to protect Torin despite the rage boiling in her gut. She could still feel the ghost of his finger inside her, the way her pussy had clenched around it, and it fueled the fire now twisting toward Malachi. 'Back off,' she snarled, positioning herself between the two males, claws extending from her fingertips.Torin strained against his chains, the silver threads burning his wrists, but he managed a ragged laugh.