The Alpha’s Rebellious Fiancee novel Chapter 29

Lyra (Seraphina)

I had just finished reviewing the final decree of the day when the door creaked open. I looked up, expecting a report or another scroll to sign.

It was Lucien.

After last night I sent him back to the servant quarters to spend the night. I expected him this morning to go back to his pack but to my surprise he’s still here.

Only this time, he wasn’t dressed in his usual dark coat or alpha armor. No intricate leather. No markings of rank. Just a simple dark shirt, torn at the sleeve. Boots worn from the road.

He stepped forward slowly, and without saying a word, placed something on my desk.

I looked down.

His Alpha crest.

Silver and black, the mark of House Hawthorne. It sat there like a quiet surrender.

“I want no title,” he said. “No power. Just a place where I can earn the right to stand beside you. As a soldier. As a wolf.”

I stared at the crest, unsure if I wanted to pick it up or burn it. But I said nothing. Because part of me… wanted to see what he’d do next.

Later that night, the palace sirens screamed. A rogue attack. Fast. Unexpected. Brutal. I ran into the courtyard, my blade already strapped to my back, my wolf rising under my skin, ready to fight. My guards tried to hold me back, but I shoved past them.

I was Alpha. I led.

The rogues were already on the field—snarling, wild, tearing into warriors like they’d lost all control. Chaos painted the night red.

And then I saw him.

Lucien.

Not standing at the front, not barking orders—fighting. Beside the others.

Covered in mud and blood, moving like fire, no crest on his chest, no command in his voice—just raw power and fury.

He caught sight of me through the haze. And in that second, we didn’t speak. We just fought. Side by side.

He took the left. I took the right. A rogue lunged at me from behind, and Lucien snarled, tackling it mid-air before it could sink its fangs into my neck.

“Watch your back!” he yelled, slamming his fist into the creature’s skull.