The Alpha King’s Territory
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CHAPTER THREE
Lyra’s POV
I woke up to silence.
Not the quiet of the forest.
This was different.
It was still, like everything else had suddenly lost the ability to make sound.
It felt Safe… but feelings can be wrong.
My eyes opened slowly, and for a second, I didn’t know where I was.
The ceiling above me was high. Smooth. Not wood. Not stone like the pack houses I knew,
but whatever it was it looked… expensive.
Too clean.
Too perfect.
I didn’t have time to look around before the memories came rushing back.
The forest. The rogues.
Him.
Eryx.
My body tensed instantly, I finally regained full consciousness.
I looked around the room.
Large bed. Dark sheets. Tall windows covered with heavy curtains. A table by the side. Everything neat, like no one ever made a mistake here.
This wasn’t my world.
Not even close.
I pushed the blanket off and stood up, but the moment my feet touched the ground—
A wave of heat hit me again.
Stronger than before.
My breath caught.
“Not again…” I whispered.
My body felt too sensitive. Too aware.
Every little movement made it worse.
I grabbed the edge of the table, trying to steady myself.
“Control it,” I muttered.
But I didn’t even know how.
My wolf… it was there.
Faint.
But alive.
For the first time in my life.
And it wasn’t calm.
A soft knock came from the door.
I froze.
“Awake?”
His voice.
Low.
Calm.
My heart started beating faster again.
“Y-yes,” I said.
The door opened before I could say anything else.
He stepped in like he owned the room.
Which… he probably did.
He looked the same as last night.
Dark clothes. Calm face.
Cold eyes.
But now that I could see him clearly in the light—
He looked even more dangerous.
Stronger.
More… real.
“You shouldn’t be standing,” he said, his gaze dropping slightly before returning to my face.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
“I said I’m fine,” I repeated, even though my grip on the table tightened.
He didn’t argue.
He just walked closer.
Slow.
Every step made my heart beat faster.
“You’re still in heat,” he said.
My face burned.
“I know.”
“Then sit.”
“I don’t need—”
“Sit.”
My body reacted before my mind could argue.
I sat.
That annoyed me more than it should have.
“I can make my own decisions,” I muttered.
“Not in this condition.”
I frowned but didn’t respond.
Because a part of me knew he was right.
And I hated it.
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Then I looked at him.
“Where am I?”
“My territory.”
“That doesn’t explain anything.”
“It’s not supposed to.”
I rolled my eyes slightly.
“You’re really bad at answering questions.”
“And you ask too many.”
I ignored that.
“Am I safe here?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Then—
“Yes.”
Something about the way he said it made me believe him.
Even if I didn’t want to.
I hesitated for a second.
Then asked the question that had been on my mind since last night.
“Who are you… really?”
He held my gaze.
Longer this time.
Like he was deciding something.
“I’m the Alpha King.”
The words hit harder than I expected.
My breath caught.
“The Alpha King?” I repeated.
Everyone knew that title.
Even me.
You didn’t have to be strong or important to know who ruled all the territories.
Who controlled the Alphas.
Who people feared.
“No…” I shook my head slightly. “That’s not possible.”
“It is.”
I stared at him.
Really stared this time.
Trying to match the stories I’d heard with the man standing in front of me.
Cold.
Powerful.
Untouchable.
It fit.
Too well.
“You’re lying,” I said, but my voice wasn’t as strong.
“I don’t lie about things that matter.”
Silence.
My heart was still racing.
“Then why did you help me?” I asked.
“Because I wanted to.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s enough.”
Frustration built again.
“You don’t just help people for no reason.”
“No,” he said.
“I don’t.”
That made my chest tighten.
“Then what do you want from me?”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“Nothing.”
I didn’t believe that.
“Everyone wants something.”
“Not everything is about you.”
That stung.
But I pushed past it.
“Then why did you say I was yours?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Silence fell instantly.
His gaze sharpened.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“That’s exactly how it sounded.”
A small pause.
Then—
“You were in danger.”
“That doesn’t explain it.”
“It doesn’t need to.”
I exhaled sharply.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
I shook my head.
Then another wave of heat hit me.
Stronger this time.
My breath caught again.
My fingers curled into the fabric of the bed.
“Eryx…”
His eyes snapped to mine.
“What?”
“I don’t feel right…”
“I know.”
That calm voice again.
But this time…
There was something else in it.
Something darker.
He stepped closer.
Too close.
I should have moved back.
But I didn’t.
My body didn’t listen anymore.
It reacted to him.
To his scent.
To his presence.
My breathing became uneven.
“This is getting worse,” I whispered.
“It will.”
That didn’t help.
“What do I do?”
Silence.
“You let me handle it.”
My heart skipped.
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, his hand lifted slowly.
And this time—
He touched me.
His fingers wrapped lightly around my wrist.
Warm.
Firm.
The contact sent a sharp reaction through my body.
I gasped softly.
My knees felt weak again.
“This is what I meant,” he said quietly.
My head felt light.
Everything felt too intense.
“Stop…” I whispered.
But I didn’t pull away.
I couldn’t.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
The words were low.
Certain.
I shook my head quickly.
“I do.”
But my body betrayed me again.
Leaning slightly closer.
His grip tightened just a little.
Not enough to hurt.
Just enough to keep me there.
“Lyra…”
The way he said my name—
Slower.
Rougher.
It made my chest tighten.
“You’re reacting to me,” he said.
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
I swallowed.
Hard.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Don't worry, you will.”
He said, as he stepped closer.
Then.
A sudden knock on the door.
Sharp.
Urgent.
Eryx’s expression changed instantly.
Cold again.
A bit annoyed, like he had just been interrupted in the process of something important.
“What is it?” he asked without looking away from me.
“Your Majesty,” a voice said from outside. “We have a problem.”
- Writer
