The Alpha's lost Mate

nger heard anything. His ears burst, her heart was beating to burst his chest, and his eyes were fixed on Lucian.

verything gradually went. Only Lucian's face, pale and icy, remained anchored in his mind. His

not worth

dull, unbearable pain. His body stretched, his fists hugged. She didn't understand. It was not possible. It was not him. It co

anted you.

is soul. She felt her throat to tie. How could it be true? How could this man, the one s

intervene. Lyra turned her eyes to them, but she only saw faces marked by an expression of icy indifference, as if everyone wa

mbodied strength, power, authority. But at that time, he was only the man wh

was worsening. It was as if everything had stopped in the world. The air was blocked in its lungs.

thout the slightest trace of regret. "You are weak. You don't ev

vice around her lungs. How ? How could he repel her like this? She had never been closer to him, more devoted, more loyal

. How to react to such a blow? A blow that isolated her, which put her away from everything she had known, everything she had believed. A blow so br

, his power. It was the alpha. He had always been the alpha. But today it was an alpha alone, a

k mingled in a deaf cacophony, as if the world around it had become vague and indefinite. Their

warmth in her gaze, a trace of the past, of wh

red, her broken voice, like a fragile thread on

turned quickly. "You are nothing. Nothing. This li

to her palm. The disgust she felt for him, for his words, was added to the pain that devoured her. How could she have been

ere waiting. They were all spectators of this tragedy. Lyra suddenly felt more alone than ever. Sh

grow. Maybe that was that. What he wanted from her. That was what he had always wan

test dignity by staying there, waiting for a forgiveness that she would never receive. The cro

She was just a breath, a silhouette in the shade, but she knew one thing: she would not submit. Not now. Not after all she had g

e, what she had just lost. But basically, in a part of herself,

e no longer knew how to flee. Her feet barely brushed against the ground, as if she were already disappearing, to fade. The image of Lucian, standing in front of the pack, rejecti

against the pack which, in his silence, had accepted this humiliation. She knew that no one would come and get her. N

betrayal enclosing her a little more. Shame was part of each fiber of his being, each thought. During all these years, she had believed that Lucian was her refuge,

ack, with this identity which no longer meant anything. She had to disappear. She had to hide, that s

herself, everything that linked her to this past that she wanted to bury at all costs. The trees, the stones, everything became blurred around it.

wind infiltrated her clothes, but she no longer felt anything. Pain, anger, shame, everything mixed in an inner whirlwind. She had believed, deep down, that her love would

s. She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. But nothing came. The void was total. Lucian was Alp

er cheeks, unnecessary, silent. She couldn't stay he

om the wind, but she didn't pay attention. She got up again and began to walk, without a p

was only one option: moving away from looks, escaping from everything that could attach it to this broke

re painful truth that she had to accept. There would be no going back. She believed that love could repair

oked around, trying to spot something, a sign of life, but there was nothing.

l traces of its existence. Her eyes landed on the river that served in front of her. The water was dark, calm, relentless. She could erase everything, take everythi

ord, not a thought. Just the certainty that there was nothing left to wait. Sh

thought that she would try to forget, just as she would erase her past. She had no choice but to g

ut pain would be a