The Alpha's lost Mate

e murmurs of the members of the pack, the laughter, the voices. All of this had become distant, almost unreal. The words he had pronounced resonated in his head, implacable, im

s of all those who had attended this scene. Lyra . She was no long

isions, to be firm. But at what price? The gaze of Lyra , the one she had thrown to him before disappearing, haunted him. He had seen her leave, his face devastated, but nothing, nothing had prevented him from pronouncing these

r much less than that. And yet, he had never felt such an overwhelming weight. Th

ted in his mind made him feel more lost than ever. Where was she? Why was she not returned? In recent days, the murmurs had invaded the camp. The disappearance of Lyra was at the heart of all discussions, but no one really seeme

he had found another place to hide, another group where she could finally be free. Other whispered that there had been something darker behind h

hat tormented him. No, what devoured him, which prevented him from breathing properly was the emptiness she had left in her life. She had been her partner. His soul mate.

knew, deep down, that he could not hang on like a lifeline. He had made a monumental error, an error tha

ever she could have escaped. But deep down, he knew it was not enough. It was not what would come back Lyra . It was too late for

n was not the type to be brought down by a failure. But something in this research gnawed at him even more than loneliness, more than guilt. Why this obsession to find it

uest for a woman he had let go by simple pride? He hated what he had become, this version of himself dragged behind his decisions. He wanted her to come back, but he didn't even know why. P

had watched her, and at that moment he knew she was hers. The suffering he had seen in his eyes today was incomparable to everything he had ever felt. The anger and frustration that h

he had been before, but he didn't know how to go back to himself. The whole pack awaited answers, but Lucian could no longer give them. He knew he h

s if he had made a nightmare. The same image was repeated, tirelessly: the face of Lyra , his eyes fi

mmer of hope turned into his heart. But that only reinforced his torment. What would do

the previous one, but Lucian knew that h