All Chapters of TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ZEVIAR I’ve seen some extraordinary things in my life. I’ve watched wolves shift mid-battle without missing a beat. I’ve seen Alphas command entire rooms of hundreds with just a single look. I stood in a grand ballroom and watched my mate transform into a white wolf right before the eyes of everyone who ever doubted she was real. But none of that had prepared me for what I saw when Lyra took my mother’s hand and pulled her back from the edge of death. There’s no other way to say it. Dr. Sera had delivered the news with the cold precision of a professional pronouncing a final verdict – barely hanging on, organ failure, we don’t know how long. And then Lyra walked over to that bed with the certainty of someone answering a question nobody else had even heard. Forty seconds later, my mother was breathing. I stood in the corridor outside the hospital room, trying to make sense of it all. Zayn was still inside me. Not the comfortable kind of stillness, but the other kind, the kind he us

LYRAI caught up to them just outside the east wing. Zeviar moved with purpose, his pace quick and sure, while Darius followed close behind, clutching a folder under his arm. Neither glanced back when I slipped into step beside them.“Where are you headed?” I asked.“The dungeon,” Zeviar said without hesitation.“I’m coming with you.”“No.”“Zeviar…”“It’s not a place for you, Lyra.” He didn’t slow down. “It’s dark. Dangerous. And what happens in that room... it’s not something you need to see.”“I’ve faced darkness and danger before.”“Not like this.”“Then let me decide for myself.”“Go back to the room. I’ll tell you what we find.”I stopped walking. He took three more steps, then the silence behind him finally registered. He spun around.“I’m not human,” I said, steadying my voice. “I haven’t been for a long time, if I ever was. I’m a wolf, Zeviar. A White Wolf, the only one of my kind left.” I held his gaze, unwavering. “Stop treating me like I need to be shielded from your world

ORIONThe smell hit me first, before anything else could register.Thin, acrid smoke curled up from the southern training grounds. Beneath it, was the metallic tang of old blood, soaked deep into the earth, dark and unforgiving.I didn’t wait for the car to stop before I was out, feet hitting the ground hard.“Alpha–” Jaxon’s voice was low, his face unreadable, carved from stone. “We tried to reach you. Phones went dead across the territory about an hour ago. Whoever did this knew exactly when to strike, and how to cut us off while they did it.”“Show me,” I said, voice steady despite the storm inside.He didn’t hesitate. We ran across the grounds, passing clusters of pack members, some with tears streaking down their faces, others just staring blankly, their hands trembling, unsure what to hold onto anymore.The training field stretched out before us, and I stopped cold. Five bodies lay there, arranged in a wide circle, evenly spaced like the points of a star. Face up, eyes open, fro

LYRAI came back to myself sprawled on the cold floor of the council chamber, Zeviar’s arms wrapping around me like a lifeline. His voice was low, urgent, a steady anchor in the chaos swirling inside my head. “Breathe, Lyra. Just breathe. You’re here. You’re with me.”My voice barely rose above a whisper, fragile and thin. “I’m okay. I’m okay, Zeviar.”But he wasn’t convinced. “You weren’t here,” he said, the tight control he’d mastered in the dungeon now focused on holding his own hands steady, stopping them from trembling. “Your eyes, they went completely white. White, Lyra. For almost a whole minute.”The word hit me strangely, lodged deep in my chest. “White?” I echoed, searching for meaning. “Sky?”“I saw it too,” her voice cut through the silence, sharp and unfamiliar, not quite fear, but something like disorientation. “Or at least, I saw what you saw. But Lyra, I don’t understand it. That wasn’t a memory. It wasn’t anything from before.”“Then what was it?” I asked, voice shaki

ZEVIARI watched her walk away with Mira until they slipped past the garden gate, and even then, I didn’t move. I stayed rooted in place until Zayn’s impatient voice cut through the silence.“She needs you to let her have this. The minute, the walk, whatever she needs.”“I know.”“Then stop standing there like you’re going to chase her down.”I turned away from the garden and faced the council chamber instead. Just inside the door, Darius was waiting. His expression was carefully blank, the kind of mask he wore only when he was holding something back.“They’ve reconvened,” he said. “Aldric’s asked for you. Says they need to set terms before the day’s out, given the timeline, and given…” He hesitated, “–given what’s already in motion.”“Give me a minute.”He nodded and stepped back, leaving me alone in the corridor. I stood there a moment longer, trying to gather whatever scraps of composure I’d managed to hold onto that morning when I first walked into that chamber. There wasn’t much