บททั้งหมดของ Owned for the Alpha's pleasure : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The silence in the interrogation chamber stretched unbearably.Mira stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with confusion and dawning fear as every gaze in the room remained fixed on her. "I do not understand," she said, her voice small. "What letters. I have never spoken to anyone outside this palace."Draven's expression had hardened into something unreadable, the careful Alpha mask sliding fully into place despite whatever uncertainty he might have felt beneath it. "Mira Dawnvale," he said evenly. "Step inside. Close the door."She obeyed, trembling visibly now, and Lyra felt a surge of protectiveness toward the girl who had shown her nothing but kindness since her first night in this palace."This does not mean she is involved," Lyra said quietly, though she addressed the room generally. "A name in a letter is not proof of anything.""It is proof," Lucien said coldly, "that Azrik believes there is reason to investigate her."Silas, still bound to his chair, looked between the

The revelation about Mira changed everything.By sunrise, the atmosphere within the palace had transformed entirely. What had once been an investigation focused on external threats now felt far more dangerous. The enemy was no longer a shadow lurking beyond the palace walls. The enemy was inside.Draven wasted no time responding to the new information. Before dawn had fully broken, he doubled the guards assigned to both Lyra and Mira. Every entrance to the healing wing was watched. Additional warriors patrolled the corridors, and no servant was allowed near either woman without clearance.The palace felt tense, as though everyone could sense that something had shifted, even if they did not yet know exactly what.While the guards strengthened security, Elara spent the entire night buried beneath piles of records. Missing sedative vials, staff schedules, healer inventories, and servant rotations were spread across tables and desks throughout her workspace.She worked tirelessly, compari

Evelyn's disappearance changed the texture of the entire palace overnight.Lyra felt it the moment she stepped into the corridor the next morning, the guards doubled at every junction, the staff moving with a wariness that had not been there even after the poisoning attempt. Draven had not slept. She had felt him beside her through the night, tense and awake, his mind clearly working through possibilities he had not yet voiced aloud."You should rest," she said, finding him at his desk before sunrise, parchment spread in front of him covered in his own restless handwriting."I cannot," he said, not looking up. "Every hour Evelyn remains free is an hour she has to reach whomever she has been working for."Lyra crossed the room and set her hands on his shoulders, feeling the knotted tension beneath her palms. He stilled at her touch, some of the rigidity easing slightly, and after a moment he reached up and covered one of her hands with his own."Kieran has scouts on every road leading

"Read it," Lyra said, her voice steadier than she felt.Draven hesitated, and that hesitation alone told her how bad it was. "Lyra.""I am not going to be protected from this," she said. "Whatever it says, I need to hear it."He held her gaze for a long moment, then turned to see her current self.The girl was always meant for me. Tell her the chains she wears now are gentler than the ones I will give her, when she finally understands what she is. Evelyn was useful. She will not be the last small piece I take from your palace before I take the only one that matters.The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the cold precision of it settled into her stomach like ice."He is taunting you," Lyra said. "Trying to provoke you into doing something reckless.""It is working," Draven said grimly, folding the paper with controlled violence. "Kieran. Assemble a tracking party. I want eyes on that border by nightfall.""My Alpha," the guard who had delivered the message said carefully, "the western r

Magnus laid it out carefully, the way he did everything, without rushing toward the conclusion before the foundation was solid enough to hold it."Azrik has been searching for Moonfire blood for years," he said, his finger tracing the territorial map slowly. "Every move he has made, embedding informants, manipulating pack politics, engineering Lyra's arrival here, has been in service of finding and controlling that bloodline." He looked up. "He believes controlling a Moonfire wolf means controlling the most powerful Alpha in the Lycan Dominion. What he does not yet fully understand is that the bloodline cannot be controlled by force. It bonds willingly or it does not bond at all.""Which means," Lyra said slowly, "that even if he took me, he could not make the bloodline work the way he intends.""Correct," Magnus said. "A Moonfire wolf forced into proximity with an Alpha produces nothing. The gift requires a genuine bond, genuine choice. Azrik has been hunting something that would be