The Alpha's lost Mate

hat she felt without even explaining it. The city that had once rejected her, which had seen her flee, now seemed to attract him, as if she called h

ing, scrutinizing every corner as if he already knew what was waiting for him. He did not speak, but he was there, and his eyes, so similar to t

the little boy, his hand placed on his skirt, seemed to invite him, like a sign, a silent call. She fe

not cold. She had left this place with the feeling that everything was in balance, and now it was t

ronger, a feeling of discomfort crossing her. "Okay," she whispered in her inner language, "this is where everything will change. But

on the stairs, a slight but sudden nois

y. When he looked up at her, she had no doubt. It was Lucian. The same intense look that she

crutinized her, perhaps seeking to discover the strange feeling he felt in his presence.

w fixing on the little boy who, silent, observed the changes around him. Lucian did not seem to under

htly looking away. "You don

l. Then he turned to the boy, who continued to observe him without saying anything. "Is

ve been. She had a responsibility towards him, towards his inheritan

has ... his eyes," he whispered, the air distracted, as if he had been struck by a rev

"Because it is time," she said in a stronger voice, more assured than what

approaching Lucian. The latter stopped, his gaze hardening in a fraction of a second. Then, before he could react, the boy raised his hand,

ith a simple gesture of his hand. He hadn't talked yet,

haped by your rejection, "she said coldly, before turning to the

t his gaze meant. Then, without a word, he looked away, a part of him d

without any emotion. She didn't want to confrontations, but she knew it would not end

a . "I don't know what exactly you want, but you don't understand yet. He paused, loo

nd replied: "I'm not here to

sion. Lyra had made her choice. The little boy, still motionless by his side,

same heaviness as those of Lyra , betray a depth that he could not hide. A last

f the play, united by a link that even Lucian co

ther someone, had just entered his space. He turned his head suddenly, his eyes scrutinizing the crowded street, but there was nothing visible. Howev

her too many years ago, and since then the war against his own past had taken a more important place than everything else. However, this

rd for years. His heart stopped for a moment. Lyra . He didn't need

usand. She was different. His face had changed, but his eyes, still as piercing, remained the same. She was back. His hands trembled slightly, but he refused to b

ting. Neither he or her. And yet he felt that everything was going to change. The memories of their past resurface

o confront her here, not in this place, not at that time. He knew that his re

allow herself to be distracted. She was not there to rehash the past. The city was a dangerous place for her, but it was also the

te. He was his inheritance, but he also carried a burden that she could not explain. A burden that she had sworn to protect. The child'

ghtest reaction. She knew that Lucian was looking for her. He was not the type to forget so easily. If he had felt it, he would seek it, he would come. She had ma

te. She didn't need to see her fully to understand. It was him. Lucian. He stood there, a few meters in front of her, see

t bear the weight of anger. It was not a confrontation. It was a simple observation: Lucian, the Alpha who had rejected him, was still there, always present, but something

Lucian, but in a different way, as if he recognized something that Lyra ignored. She hugged her teeth, her flickering spir

orward, but she cut him with a simple gesture of the hand. She was not ready to hear her ap

freezing, but firm voice. She hadn't left

hesitate. He looked at her again, but he dared not approach more. "What

here for what you broke, for what you did. She marked a break, and her eyes landed on the boy. "This boy

"He's like you," he says, a glow of unders

y more threatening tone. "You don't understand

street, his thoughts turning in a spiral around his unanswered questions. But one thing was certain: Lyra w