Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Lyra

Ronan doesn’t just shift.

He vanishes.

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One second he’s there-breathing hard, eyes wrong but familiar-and the next the space he occupied explodes outward, bone and muscle tearing through skin in a blur so violent I stumble back.

The wolf lands where he stood.

It is massive. Black as night. Shoulders higher than my chest, spine rippling with power that has nothing human left in it. No hesitation. No recognition. Just teeth, breath, dominance.

And when it lifts its head and growls-

The forest dies.

Not slowly. Instantly.

Birdsong cuts off mid-note. Leaves stop rustling. Even the insects go silent, like the world itself has decided to hold its breath.

Every instinct I have screams the same word.

Run.

I take a step back, hands lifting without me telling them to. “Ronan,” I say, soft, pleading.

The wolf’s lips peel back.

The growl deepens.

It isn’t confusion. It’s anger.

Cold realization slides down my spine.

“Oh,” I whisper. “Oh gods.”

He wasn’t raving.

He wasn’t imagining it.

Ronan wasn’t talking about losing control. He was fighting something. And every time I said his name, I wasn’t helping.

I was making it worse.

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The wolf stalks forward, slow. Each step presses into the earth like it’s claiming it.

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I back away again. “Ronan,” I try once more, then stop myself when the sound it makes is louder, sharper.

It doesn’t know that name.

It knows dominance. Threat. Challenge.

My chest tightens painfully as the truth crashes into me.

This isn’t Ronan.

This is his wolf.

And it has taken over.

I’ve heard the stories. Every pack has them. Wolves so strong they eclipse their hosts. Wolves that don’t share. Wolves that decide the human half is unnecessary.

Those wolves don’t come back.

They’re buried.

My breath comes too fast. The wolf’s eyes track it. Bright. Focused.

I turn and run.

I don’t think. I just move.

Branches tear at my arms as I run, thorns raking skin I barely feel. Roots claw at my boots, catching, tripping me, and I nearly go down hard when the ground slopes suddenly and my foot slides out from under me.

I hit the earth on my hands and knees.

Mud. Thick, sucking mud that grabs at my palms and swallows my fingers. The smell of wet soil and rot fills my nose as I scramble, trying to push myself upright.

Behind me-

A roar.

Not a sound of hunger.

A sound of ownership.

I twist, heart slamming into my throat, and see black blur through the trees. The wolf is on me in seconds. Too fast. Always too fast.

see

I lurch forward and my boot sinks deep into the mud with a sickening pull. I wrench at it, panic exploding in my chest as the ground refuses to let go.

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The weight hits me from behind, slamming me face-first into the mud. My cheek burns as grit scrapes skin. Hot breath washes over my neck.

Teeth snap inches from my shoulder.

I scream.

The wolf’s jaws close on air, missing me by a breath as I twist wildly, tearing free of the mud with a sharp pain that shoots up my leg. I roll onto my back, slick and shaking, and the wolf looms over me.

So close I can see the flex of its jaw.

So close I can smell it.

Not hunger.

Intent.

Something in me goes ice-cold.

This isn’t a kill.

This is a claim.

The wolf lowers its head, teeth bared, not at my throat, not at my face-but drifting, toward my shoulder.

Toward the place a mark would go.

“No,” I choke, scrambling backward on my elbows. “Please-”

The bond flares violently, heat twisting low in my stomach, sudden and wrong and terrifying. I gasp as instinct answers instinct, my body betraying me in the most unforgivable way.

Oh gods.

I understand it then.

If it marks me-if it sinks its teeth into my skin-I won’t be able to fight this. Not later. Not ever. My heat would answer. My body would answer. I would crawl through fire and stone to get back to him.

To it.

I would beg.

The thought is pure terror.

Tears streak through the mud on my face as the wolf growls again, low and vibrating, the sound rolling through me like thunder.

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I shove myself upright, heart pounding so hard I think it might tear free of my ribs, and bolt again, mud flying, legs screaming as I run without direction, without thought.

Just away.

Just please-away.

Because if it catches me again…

I won’t be able to save myself.

And neither will Ronan.

Behind me, something crashes through the trees.

Fast.

Too fast.

I see a warrior ahead-solid, real, armed-and without thinking I veer toward him, shouting.

“Move!”

He turns just as the wolf launches.

It doesn’t even slow.

The black mass hits him mid-stride, jaws snapping shut around his throat. The impact is brutal. The man is lifted clear off the ground and flung like a toy, his body slamming into a tree with a sickening crack.

He collapses in a heap, gasping, hands clawing at the grass.

The wolf lands between us, shoulders hunched, possessive, furious,

Jealous.

The word hits me hard.

Oh gods.

I don’t run this time.

I move forward.

“Stop,” I say, voice shaking but loud. I put myself between the wolf and the injured man without thinking it through. My hands lift higher. “Please. Don’t.”

Don’t

The wolf’s head snaps toward me.

The growl vibrates through my bones.

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I am very aware that I could die right here.

My heart pounds so hard it hurts. But something else cuts through the fear-clarity.

It isn’t hunting.

It’s guarding.

I swallow hard and try something else.

“I don’t want him,” I say quickly, the words tumbling out. “I only want you.”

The growl falters. Just a fraction.

I press on, voice shaking. “I’m not trying to take anything from you. I’m not challenging you.”

The wolf’s eyes flicker. Just once.

Hope surges.

“I know you’re angry,” I whisper. “But you’re scaring me.”

The words hang in the air.

The wolf freezes.

Its breathing changes. Slows. The tension in its shoulders eases, barely.

I take another careful step closer.

“I don’t know your name,” I say softly. “But it’s nice to meet you.”

The wolf tilts its head.

Not in aggression. Not in challenge.

In curiosity.

It studies me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch, great dark eyes searching my face like it’s trying to decide what I am to it. Prey. Threat. Something else entirely. The growl fades into a low, uncertain rumble,

more vibration than sound.

I don’t move.

I barely breathe.

Slowly, carefully, the massive head lowers. Warm breath brushes my cheek, fogging the air between us. Then a rough tongue drags once across my face, slow and thorough, wiping away mud and grit.

I freeze.

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The wolf jerks back immediately, shuddering, ears flattening as if offended by what it’s just tasted. It sneezes sharply and shakes its head, clearly displeased.

I blink, stunned, then a hysterical thought slips through the fear.

Gods. There must have been piss in that mud.

A breathy, almost-laugh escapes me before I can stop it. The sound is small. Human. Wrong in the middle of all this danger.

The wolf stills.

Its gaze locks on mine again, softer now, confused but no longer furious. It huffs once, like a complaint, then leans closer, nose bumping my temple as if checking me again.

Not claiming.

Just… inspecting.

And somehow, impossibly, the forest doesn’t feel quite so ready to tear me apart anymore.

I almost sob in relief.

“You’re beautiful,” I add, because it’s true. Because honesty feels safer than fear right now.

The massive head lowers slightly. The growl fades into something… uncertain.

I sink down slowly, lowering myself to the ground to make myself smaller. Non-threatening.

“I’m not going to run,” I tell it. “I promise.”

The wolf sniffs the air, nostrils flaring. Its gaze softens, just enough for me to see it.

There.

Behind the fury.

Something familiar.

“Ronan,” I whisper-not aloud. Not with sound. I reach through the bond instead, gentle and careful. I’m

here.

The wolf exhales.

A sound slips out of it that isn’t a growl.

its massiv

It steps forward and, impossibly, lowers its massive body in front of me. Then it leans-just slightly-into my space.

I lift my hand with agonizing slowness and touch its fur.

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Warm. Thick. Real.

It doesn’t bite me.

It sighs.

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I let my fingers sink into the fur at its neck, stroking gently. “There you go,” I murmur. “That’s it.”

The wolf’s eyes close.

Its weight settles against my legs.

And then-

It purrs.

A deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my bones like thunder wrapped in velvet.

I laugh, breathless and shaky. “You’re a big baby, aren’t you?”

The wolf huffs softly and drops its head into my lap like it belongs there.

I keep stroking it, hands steady now, heart still racing.

The forest breathes again.

But I know.

This isn’t over.

Because something powerful enough to take over Ronan once will not give up so easily.

I feel it even as the wolf’s weight settles, even as the growl fades into something like sleep. There is still pressure in the bond, still heat under my ribs, still a presence that does not belong to the man I know.

Ronan is not free.

He is fighting.

And I do not know if he is winning.

My hands shake as I rest them in the thick fur, fingers threading carefully as if any wrong move might wake the wrong part of him again. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts. Every story I have ever heard about wolves who lose control comes rushing back now, sharp and merciless.

Some never come back.

Some are buried under the weight of their own power.

Some wake up one day and the man they were is gone forever.

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I swallow hard, throat tight, eyes burning.

I will not be able to reason with instinct.

I do not know if I will ever see Ronan again.

Only the wolf.

And I am terrified.

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