Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Ronan

A week should be enough time for a body to mend.

It is not enough time for a mind to stop remembering.

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My bedroom smells like me and Lyra both, which is a problem I cannot solve without burning the entire wing down. She sits on the edge of the bed, back straight, hands folded in her lap like she is waiting for a verdict. I am on the couch across from her because distance is the only thing keeping me functional.

The silence is loud.

Cain paces inside me, restless, furious, coiled tight.

‘She’s right there,’ he snarls. ‘You’re weak for putting space between us.’

“Shut up,” I mutter.

Lyra’s head lifts. “What?”

“Nothing.” I scrub a hand over my face and immediately regret it. She looks tired. Not injured. Not fragile. Just tired in a way that makes my chest ache.

A week ago, I shoved her away.

I replay it every night.

Cain bares his teeth. ‘Mark her. End this. End them all.’

“No,” I say, sharper than I mean to.

Lyra flinches anyway.

That is the moment I realize I am making this worse.

“Lyra,”

“I say, forcing my voice down, steadying it the way I would before addressing the pack. “I owe you an explanation.”

She nods once. Carefully. Like she is afraid the wrong movement will snap whatever fragile truce we are standing on.

Cain presses hard against my ribs. He wants the bed. He wants her throat under our mouth. He wants the bite.

‘She wants it too,’ he insists. ‘She would give it. You felt her.

“I did,” I say under my breath.

Lyra’s brow furrows. “Ronan, you’re doing it again. You look like you’re arguing with someone who isn’t here.”

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Because I am.

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I stand abruptly, needing to move before Cain convinces my body to do something unforgivable. I cross the room, stop at the window, press my palms into the stone. The night presses back. Quiet. Heavy.

“When I woke up,” I begin, “I wasn’t just… gone. I wasn’t just unconscious.”

Cain laughs, low and pleased. ‘Tell her everything!’

“I was somewhere else,” I continue. “The Moon Goddess.”

Lyra inhales sharply. “You saw her?”

“Yes.”

Cain snarls at the memory. The silver light. The weight of her gaze. The way the ground gave out beneath me when I refused her.

“She was angry,” I say. “Not surprised. Angry.”

Lyra shifts on the bed. “What did she say?”

I turn back to her. This is the part I rehearsed. The part I chose.

“She reminded me of my bloodline,” I say. “Of the curse. Of what happens when I lose control.”

True. All of it true.

Cain slams against me. ‘Tell her about the mark. Tell her she’s mine!

“She warned me that if I wake,” I continue, “the pack would be afraid. That they would try to contain me.”

Also true.

Lyra’s eyes search my face. She is looking for something I am not giving her, and I hate myself for it.

“And the kiss?” she asks quietly. “The day you woke up. You pushed me away like I hurt you.”

Cain howls.

“That wasn’t about you hurting me,” I say immediately. “That was about me not hurting you.”

She swallows. “You could have said that.”

I step closer without realizing it, then stop myself short. Cain growls approval at the proximity anyway.

“If I had stayed there,” I say, choosing each word like a weapon I might drop, “I would have lost control.”

“Lost control how?” she presses.

I hesitate.

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This is the line I will not cross.

Cain hammers against my skull. ‘Coward.’

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“There are things about my wolf,” I say carefully, “that get worse when I am weak. When I am injured. When you are close.”

Lyra’s gaze flicks to my throat. To my shoulders. To the place where her mark lies hidden. Where it sits.

Her scent shifts. Not desire. Fear.

I hate that.

“You’re scaring me,” she says.

I nod. “Good. Then you’re listening.”

Cain

goes ballistic.

‘You’re pushing her away again!’

“No,” I snap, aloud this time. “I’m protecting her.”

Lyra rises from the bed. She takes one step toward me, then another. Cain surges so violently my vision blurs.

I brace a hand on the wall.

“Ronan,” she says, softer now. “What are you not telling me?”

I close my eyes.

I tell her part of the truth.

“The Moon Goddess made it clear that my wolf and I are not… aligned,” I say. “That Cain wants things I cannot allow.”

Lyra’s voice barely carries. “Like what?”

Cain roars. ‘Like you.’

I open my eyes and meet her gaze. “Like possession.”

She pales. “You think you’d hurt me.”

“I know I would,” I say, because that is safer than the full truth.

She studies me, really studies me, and I see the moment she decides not to push. Not because she believes me fully, but because she trusts me enough to wait.

“I don’t think you’re a monster,” she says.

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Cain laughs. ‘She will.’

“I think you’re afraid,” she finishes.

That hits harder than any accusation.

I nod once.

The room trembles with tension. The bond hums, uneven but intact.

Outside, something shouts.

Cain snaps to attention instantly.

Danger.

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The wards flare. I feel it through the stone, through the blood, through the land itself. Chaos breaks like a wave against the fortress walls. Boots thunder. Voices rise.

Lyra turns toward the door. “What’s happening?”

I am already moving.

The door slams open hard enough to rattle the frame.

A warrior stumbles in, breathless, eyes wide with urgency and fear. Blood stains his sleeve. Not his.

“Alpha,” he says, voice shaking. “There’s a kid at the border.”

My stomach drops.

“How old?” I demand.

“Early twenties,” he answers quickly. “Barely conscious. Looks like he’s been beaten. Silver burns. Broken ribs, He crossed the wards and collapsed. He’s asking for refuge.”

Cain goes very, very still.

‘Bring him in,’ he says softly. ‘Or kill him.’

Lyra steps to my side without thinking.

I meet her eyes.

Outside, the pack is already moving.

set something

And whoever this kid is, his arrival just set something in motion I don’t know how to stop.

“Where is he?” I ask.

The warrior swallows. “At the gate. And, Alpha… he keeps saying your name.”

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