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44. THE ESCAPE PLAN
NARRADORA On the other hand, the women were full of excitement, learning all sorts of new things from the Alpha. “Lyra, seriously, I’m so happy you’re getting your memories back!” Lorenzo’s mate beamed as she carried, with her brute strength and thick arms, a container full of vines for weaving. “Heh, yeah… memories,” Lyra replied, dodging the topic. She was about to change the subject when, almost back at the pack, they spotted Verak near the palisade. “Well, look who finally showed up—the so-called chief, after all this time screwing Nana,” the female twisted her mouth and opened it wide to shout at Verak. “No, no, wait—” Lyra covered “Lorencita’s” mouth, nearly choking her. Verak looked way too suspicious, talking nervously to a few warriors, and suddenly, a male with a cocky vibe showed up. “Hide behind that tree, go...” She shoved the other woman, who instantly turned into a gossip spy like her. They were too far to hear anything, and getting closer might give a
45. YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG ALPHA
LYRAWe were taken to a tent far away and tied up next to each other on some sturdy poles holding up the roof.Drakkar was suspiciously calm, like he could explode at any moment.... “What the hell is Nerón planning?”... “No idea, but that pompous asshole is taking advantage of the Alpha being away on an expedition and leaving him in charge of the fair.”We heard the guards talking outside before walking off.Seems like the Alpha’s precious son was pulling this crap behind his daddy’s back, scheming with Verak.“Drakkar, do you trust me?” I suddenly asked, looking to the side.His head snapped up and I was shocked to see half his face covered in black veins swimming under his skin like venomous snakes.“No, no! Look at me, calm down, if they see you like this it’ll be worse. If you lose control, it’s hard for me to reach your wolf!”That was my biggest fear.“I can’t just sit here while they hurt you!” he growled, all wolf and fury.“Drakkar, there’s something you need to know. I’m s
46.THE PYROMANIACS OF FERTILE VALLEY
NARRATORAztoria lunged forward with her jaws wide open.Her entire superior Alpha aura exploded, freezing Verak’s will. All he could do was stare death in the face, eyes wide.How could Lyra be this strong? If only he had known...But abusers always meet their end, and this time, the victim became the executioner.Verak’s wolf trachea was caught in Aztoria’s mouth when she tore his throat out in one savage, bloody bite.While the blood painted the ground in crimson shades, the Alpha’s son from the Valle Fértil pack lost the light of life.His final thought was of his father...Drakkar dropped him to the ground in disgust and spat on him with contempt.The pain in his chest was excruciating, the curse burning on his skin. But as long as Lyra was safe and with him, he could endure anything.His black eyes turned to the beautiful she-wolf, who was watching him too.Her light eyes filled with a mix of fears and expectations.“Lyra, do you think I scared my mate? Oh no... what if she’s in
47. NANA'S REVENGE
NARRATORA few moments before the fire alarm was raised…Nana barely had the strength to stay conscious on the bed.She was physically and mentally destroyed.Her only breath of relief was that Nerón had found a new toy and was now staring at it in fascination, turning it in his hands.“Incredible… I’ve only seen knives like this in the High Packs, and that man really knows how to forge,” he murmured, ecstatic with the dagger.Lyra’s words had worked, and Nerón wouldn’t hurt Drakkar—he was too focused on extracting the forging secret from him.Nana’s eyes stared at his back, marked by his claws.No matter how much she resisted, she had no weapon to defend herself… the weapon.Her dull eyes locked on the obsidian gleam of the blade.If only it could reach her hands...As if the heavens finally took pity on her, someone called urgently for Nerón at the door.He carelessly placed the dagger on a side table and walked off to speak to the guard.Behind him, Nana forced herself to move and
48. REENCOUNTER
NARRATOR“Holy Goddess,” she gasped, running to Nana’s naked body sprawled on the rug.Lyra leaned over her—she was barely breathing.The bruises and whip marks on that fragile skin told Lyra more than enough.She turned to the Alpha beside her, stabbed with the dagger she’d stolen from Drakkar.The male yanked it out of his neck without a second thought, kicking the corpse hard to flip it over.The stunned expression was still frozen in his eyes, staring at the ceiling.“She’s not breathing…”“But she’s alive. We need to take her,” Lyra decided right away, rushing to the fur blanket on the bed to cover the Omega.Drakkar just nodded. He’d never condone abuse against a woman, no matter who she was.“Drakkar, I need you to move fast. Take advantage of the fact there are no guards. Bring Verak’s body. Go, go, now…”“But I can’t leave you alone.”“Love, I know how to defend myself. Let’s not waste time. Remember, this is the Alpha’s son—we have to stage the scene right.”Drakkar didn’t g
49. YOU ARE TO BLAME!
NARRATORA warrior suddenly stood up, raising the alarm, and everyone else followed, tense—until the familiar scents reached their noses. “They’re here!” When the bushes parted, Drakkar appeared carrying Nana, and Lyra had shifted back into her human form. “They’re okay!” “Lyra, we did the TEP and it worked!” Lyra smiled—of course she knew it had worked. “Oh, heavens! It’s Nana!”Amid the excitement of the reunion, they noticed the limp body Drakkar was carrying. They quickly laid her down on some furs by the fire, but the Omega was trembling uncontrollably. That’s when Lyra realized the wolf’s condition was worse than it seemed.Nana was dying. “Quick, bring me some leaves shaped like this…!” She grabbed a stick and started drawing in the dirt, recalling everything she’d found during her expedition with Drakkar. Some men jumped into action and left to gather the medicinal herbs.“Someone has to feed her blood—preferably a strong male,” Lyra instructed, but obviously it would
50. ON THE BRINK OF CONFLICT
NARRATOR"Alpha, they definitely harmed Verak!" Gertrudis started twisting the situation; she was going all in, mask off, against Drakkar and that bitch."What the hell are you talking about?! Drakkar! Where is my son?! SAY SOMETHING, DAMN IT!""Alpha, no one knows anything, and what she says isn’t true…" Lorenzo stood up to the healer, frowning.Everyone was ready to defend Lyra and Drakkar."They rescued Nana and helped us escape…""That can’t be!" the old woman snapped, raising her staff, her face twisted with malice. "You're all just under Drakkar’s spell!""Mom…"Suddenly, Nana's whispering voice broke the tension, and a trembling hand grabbed Gertrudis’s skirt."Daughter!" the healer bent down to hug her; she felt Nana’s deep pain.Her she-wolf tried to reconnect with her little pup, their bond fading but not yet broken."Nana…" she looked into her daughter’s vacant eyes—those eyes that just days ago were full of life and dreams for the future."They… saved me… Drakkar and Lyra…
51. UNDER ATTACK
NARRATORNo matter how much they explained to the Alpha, the pain of Verak's death clouded his mind, and he ordered Drakkar and Lyra to be imprisoned.He almost took Nana too, but he still feared the influence of the old healer.Of course, Drakkar resisted. No one was going to lock them up again.“If you take them, you'll have to face us too!”The salt team was fuming with rage over the injustice.Verak had been an idiot whose plans had backfired.He left them to their fate without caring at all. Only Drakkar and Lyra stood by them.“Then you're all out of my pack! YOU'RE EXPELLED, GET OUT! GET OFF MY LAND!”The warriors' hearts trembled. No one expected that reaction from the Alpha.Being cast out of the tribe was no joke. Only the unity of the werewolves allowed them to survive in such a hostile environment.“Don't be afraid. Whoever chooses to follow us will live better than staying in this pack.”Lyra's voice reached them. The women turned to look at her, and so did the warrior wo
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