Chapter 92
LYRA’S POV
My body trembled violently as I could barely hold it together. The room spun around me, and yet my limbs were still heavy, and my skin slick with sweat, while my shredded dress clung to me like a cruel reminder of what had just happened. The male werewolf was far from done. He looked like he was just starting as his rut kicked into full effect.
Then, there was an explosion of power. So blinding, I could feel the earth move from under me. Save that I was still sprawled on the bed, unable to move.
The male wolf was flung across the room with an unholy force, his body crashing into the far wall with a sickening thud, and my tear-stricken face widened in shock and relief as I saw the figure standing in the doorway.
Ryker.
But when his gaze met mine, it wasn’t the face of the man who said he loved me. His aura pulsed with fury, his eyes glowing with a storm of betrayal and rage. He looked like a god of war—broken, furious, and dangerous.
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
Ryker’s gaze locked onto my exposed form, my torn clothes, and his jaw clenched. In two strides, he was beside me, grabbing me roughly by the arm.
“Ryker—” I gasped, but the words died as his hand came down hard across my cheek.
The slap echoed through the chamber.
I went limp in his grip, my body too weak to resist as tears streamed down my face, mixed with blood at the corner of my mouth.
“You disgust me,” Ryker snarled, his voice low and venomous.
“It’s not what you think—please…” My voice was low, barely above a whisper, as I trembled under his touch. But he wasn’t listening.
His beta, Lief and Gamma, Ezren stood nearby, their expressions torn between duty and disbelief as shouting erupted behind them—voices overlapping, with chaos blooming.
“Slut!” Vera’s voice rang out, sharp and mocking. “Caught in the act, weren’t you?”
I turned my head weakly, my vision blurring, as I saw Vera standing with Lola and Amara, all three watching the scene unfold like spectators at a blood sport.
Lola bent down and picked something up from the corner of the room—a small vial, glinting in the light. She tucked it into her sleeve and hurried out, unnoticed by most. But I saw—and I knew.
This was a set-up, and I was exactly where she wanted me to be.
All eyes were on me and the male wolf, who groaned from the corner, still dazed and half-conscious.
“You cheated,” Ryker growled, his grip tightening. “You let him touch you.”
“No!” Lyra sobbed. “I was drugged—please, Ryker, listen to me!” My voice cracked as my vision steadied. The effect of the scent clearing from my bloodstream as the source of my weakness had been quietly removed by Vera’s minion.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Ezren stepped forward, his voice urgent. “Alpha, please. She doesn’t look well. Look at her—she’s been poisoned. Something’s wrong.”
Ryker’s eyes flicked to Ezren, then back to me. His grip loosened, and I collapsed back onto the bed like a puppet with cut strings.
My body was still numb, but my mind was sharper now.
Out of nowhere, we all heard a scream.
It was from Vera.
Everyone turned as Vera clutched her stomach, her face twisted in agony. Blood soaked her dress, pooling beneath her feet.
“I’m losing it!” she shrieked. “The baby—Ryker!”
Color drained from my face as I watched in horror as a large pool of blood gushed down her dress. I could see Ryker’s face turning pale. He staggered away from me and rushed to her, carrying her in his arms as he shouted for Alvin, the pack doctor.
Lief sprang into action, dragging a bed from the adjoining room and placing it at the far end of the room so they could place her on it.
“Don’t move her,” he said quickly. “It’s too risky.”
Vera collapsed onto the bed, her screams piercing the air.
Moments later, Alvin burst into the room, his medical bag slung over his shoulder, as he took in the scene before him. My limp and bruised form on the bed, Adam unconscious in the corner, and Vera bleeding out in front of him.
“What the hell happened here?” he shouted, rushing to Vera’s side.
“She’s miscarrying,” Lief said. “We didn’t move her—just got her on the bed.”
Alvin nodded, already pulling out supplies. “I need towels. Water. Now.”
Ezren ran to fetch them while Alvin worked quickly, his hands steady despite the chaos.
I blinked slowly, my vision clearing just enough to see Alvin’s face twist in grim realization.
Then he looked up at Ryker, his voice heavy.
“She’s lost the baby.”