Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

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Morning in the fortress is a lie.

Light exists now, yes, but it does not soften the stone. It does not warm the air the way it should. It only reveals things more clearly. Cracks. Blood stains that did not scrub out. Faces drawn too tight with questions no one wants to ask yet.

I leave Lyra asleep.

That alone feels wrong, but bringing her with me would be worse.

Kyle’s presence is a problem. A live one. A bleeding one. And problems like that demand clarity, not comfort.

The infirmary smells of herbs and iron. Healers move quietly, reverent in the way they get when the patient matters politically. Kyle lies propped against pillows, color back in his face but not enough to hide the bruises that map his throat and ribs. He looks smaller than I remember.

He

opens his eyes when I step inside.

They sharpen immediately.

“Alpha King,” he says. Too respectful. Too careful.

I close the door behind me. The sound lands heavy.

“Do you

remember the last time you stood on my border?” I ask.

Kyle swallows. His fingers curl into the blanket. “I remember.”

“You had a knife,” I continue. “You were three steps from crossing wards that would have torn you apart. And you told my guards you came to collect what belonged to you.”

His jaw tightens. “I was angry.”

“Yoou were there for Lyra,” I say flatly. “You said you would take her hand.”

Kyle’s mouth twists. “She slapped me.”

I stare at him.

“That’s your reason?” I ask. “You threatened war because she slapped you?”

Silence stretches.

Then Kyle laughs, short and bitter. “You think that was about the slap?”

“I think you’re very good at hiding what things are actually about,” I reply.

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He shifts, wincing. The movement pulls at his injuries, and for a moment the mask slips. Pain flashes through him. Real pain. But pain does not equal honesty.

“She humiliated me,” he says. “In front of my pack. In front of my father.”

Marcus.

The name hums with old violence.

“You humiliated yourself,” I say. “She only refused to shrink.”

Kyle’s gaze flicks up sharply. Something dark passes through it. Not anger.

Fear.

“You don’t know what it was like,” he says quietly. “Living there. Being groomed to be something you’re not allowed to fail at.”

I fold my arms. “I know more than you think.”

He snorts softly. “Of course you do. You’re the cursed king.”

The words are bait.

I don’t rise to it.

“You said they hurt you,” I say instead. “The council wolves.”

Kyle looks away.

“Why?” I prompt.

He hesitates. Just a beat too long. “Actually it was my parents. Not the council. Marcus and Merrisa”

I remember the name from Lyra’s first stories. The way she said it like it tasted bitter. Marcus’s wife. The woman who smiled while others bled.

“What did they do?” I ask.

Kyle exhales slowly. “When Lyra left… things changed. My father changed.”

“Explain.”

“He needed someone to blame,” Kyle says. “And I was convenient.”

That rings false. Marcus does not punish what he can use.

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“You were his heir,” I say. “His future Alpha.”

“Not anymore,” Kyle mutters.

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That gets my attention.

I step closer. “Why.”

Kyle’s lips press together. His hands shake once before he stills them. “Merrisa is pregnant.”

The words echo.

Impossible.

I study his face carefully. The flicker of triumph buried under the bitterness. The calculation.

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“That’s not possible,” I say. “Marcus’s mate is barren. He made a show of it. Used breeders openly.”

Kyle nods. “That’s what everyone believes.”

“And you’re telling me that changed,” I say, “conveniently after Lyra bonded to me.”

His eyes lift again. Too bright. “Stranger things have happened.”

“Not like that,” I say.

He shrugs, too casual. “Maybe the goddess blessed them this time.”

“Marcus doesn’t leave things to chance,” I reply. “And he doesn’t discard an heir unless he has a better one. A pregnancy is just a pregnancy. Not an heir.”

Kyle’s jaw tightens. “You think I’m lying.”

“I think you’re telling me the version of the truth you want me to hear,” I say. “And I think there’s a reason you ran here instead of anywhere else.”

His breathing quickens. “I ran here because they would have killed me.”

“Eventually,” I agree. “But not before using you.”

He goes still.

“Who did this to you?” I ask again. “Because it wasn’t just Marcus.”

Kyle looks at the ceiling. “You already know the answer.”

“The council?” I press.

He says nothing.

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“That silence tells me enough,” I continue. “I think you were sent here. By your parents. They want to see how I’d act. How Lyra would react. Whether I would protect you.”

Kyle laughs weakly. “So what now? You kill me?”

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“No,” I say. “If I wanted you dead, you’d already be gone.”

He turns his head slowly to look at me. “Then what?”

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“Then you stay exactly where you are,” I reply. “And you tell me everything you’re not telling me yet.”

Kyle’s gaze drops to his hands. “If I do… I don’t walk out of this alive.”

“That depends,” I say, “on whether you stop treating everyone like pieces on a board.”

He looks up again. Something desperate flickers through his expression. “You don’t understand. They already replaced me.”

“With what?” I ask. “A child that doesn’t exist yet?”

Kyle’s mouth opens, then closes.

There it is.

Fear again.

“You’re hiding something,” I say quietly.

He swallows. “If I tell you, you won’t let me stay.”

I straighten. “Try me.”

Kyle exhales, long and shaking. “Merrisa isn’t pregnant.”

I wait.

“They’re saying she is,” he continues. “But it’s a lie. A performance. The council backed it. They needed an excuse to demote me without revolt.”

“And what’s the real reason?” I ask.

His voice drops. “Because I didn’t obey.”

That lands.

“Obey what?” I ask.

He looks at me then. Really looks. “Orders to bring Lyra back. Whole. Broken. It didn’t matter.”

My blood runs cold.

“And you refused,” I say, skeptical. In what world would that be true?

“Yes,” he whispers. “Not because I’m noble. But because I knew she’d die.”

Silence stretches between us, thick and dangerous.

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“You expect mercy,” I say slowly.

“I expect survival,” Kyle replies. “Same as you.”

I turn toward the door.

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“Rest,” I say. “You’re not cleared. You’re not trusted. And you’re not leaving.”

He flinches. “Alpha-”

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“If you’re lying to me,” I add without looking back, “I will find out. And when I do, I won’t need the council’s permission to act.”

I open the door.

Behind me, Kyle speaks softly. “They’re coming for her.”

I pause.

“For Lyra,” he finishes.

I close the door gently.

And Cain stirs, pleased.

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