The Alpha's Regret
Chapter 3: The Secret in the Letter
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Rain continued to fall as Lyra's carriage traveled south through the Scottish Highlands.
The road twisted through forests, crossed ancient stone bridges, and disappeared into valleys wrapped in fog.
For the first time in weeks, nobody knew where she was.
And that was exactly how she wanted it.
She sat quietly near the window, watching the landscape pass by.
Every mile placed more distance between her and Blackthorn Castle.
Every mile should have made her feel better.
Instead, the ache in her chest only grew stronger.
She hated herself for it.
Ronan Blackthorn had made his feelings clear.
He would never choose someone like her.
The memory still hurt.
"Stop thinking about him," she whispered.
Unfortunately, her heart refused to listen.
The carriage eventually stopped outside a small inn near Inverness.
The driver announced they would remain there until morning.
Grateful for the rest, Lyra rented a room and carried her belongings upstairs.
The room was simple.
A bed.
A fireplace.
A small wooden desk.
Nothing more.
For most travelers it would seem ordinary.
For Lyra, it felt like freedom.
No castle.
No Alpha King.
No impossible dreams.
She unpacked her bag and placed her grandfather's belongings on the desk.
Most of the items were old journals and letters.
She had examined them dozens of times already.
Yet something continued bothering her.
Her grandfather had never been careless.
If he wanted her to find Blackthorn Castle, there had to be a reason.
A bigger reason.
She picked up the original letter again.
Find Blackthorn Castle.
Seek Lord Cedric.
The truth about your family awaits.
"What truth?" she muttered.
She flipped the paper over.
Nothing.
Then she held it closer to the fire.
Suddenly faint writing appeared.
Invisible ink.
Her eyes widened.
"No way."
Slowly, hidden words emerged from the paper.
The truth lies beneath the Crescent Seal.
Trust no one.
Not even the wolves.
Lyra's heartbeat accelerated.
She immediately searched through the rest of her grandfather's belongings.
After several minutes she found a small leather journal.
The cover contained an unfamiliar symbol.
A silver crescent moon surrounding a crown.
"The Crescent Seal."
Carefully she opened the journal.
Most pages contained coded writing.
Maps.
Names.
Dates.
Then she found a loose document hidden inside.
The paper was extremely old.
Its edges were yellow with age.
Across the top stood a title.
The Bloodline of House Ashbourne.
Lyra frowned.
She had never heard the name before.
As she continued reading, her confusion turned into shock.
The Ashbournes had once ruled a powerful werewolf kingdom centuries ago.
According to the document, the royal family had been betrayed during a civil war.
Most were killed.
A few survivors escaped.
Their bloodline vanished.
Or so everyone believed.
"This can't be real."
Then she noticed a handwritten note at the bottom.
The final heir lives.
Her name is Lyra Whitmore.
The room became completely silent.
Lyra stared at the words.
Read them again.
Then again.
The result remained the same.
"Impossible."
A knock suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
She nearly jumped.
"Miss Whitmore?"
The innkeeper's voice.
"Yes?"
"A gentleman wishes to speak with you."
Lyra immediately became suspicious.
"What gentleman?"
"He wouldn't say."
Every instinct screamed warning.
"Tell him I'm unavailable."
"Very well."
Footsteps retreated.
Several minutes passed.
Then silence returned.
Lyra locked the door.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
She moved toward the window and carefully peeked outside.
Three men stood near the stables.
All wore dark cloaks.
All appeared armed.
One of them pointed toward the inn.
Toward her room.
"They're looking for me."
Fear tightened her chest.
She didn't know who they were.
But she knew one thing.
Normal travelers didn't carry silver weapons.
The realization chilled her blood.
Those weren't ordinary men.
They were hunters.
Far north, Ronan Blackthorn rode through heavy rain.
His horse pushed forward across muddy roads while thunder echoed overhead.
Marcus rode beside him.
"We should stop for the night," Marcus said.
"No."
"You've barely rested."
"No."
"You're becoming annoying."
Ronan ignored him.
His wolf remained restless.
The bond felt weak.
Faint.
Yet still present.
Every passing hour increased his anxiety.
"What if we're too late?"
The thought haunted him.
Marcus studied him for a moment.
"You really care about her."
"More than I realized."
"You know she'll probably hate you."
"I know."
"And she has every right."
"I know that too."
Marcus sighed.
"Good. At least you're finally being honest."
Ronan looked toward the distant horizon.
"If she gives me one chance, I'll spend the rest of my life making things right."
"That's surprisingly romantic."
"Don't tell anyone."
"Too late."
Despite everything, Ronan laughed.
The first genuine laugh in days.
Then suddenly his wolf reacted.
Hard.
Violently.
Pain exploded through his chest.
"Ronan!" Marcus shouted.
The Alpha King nearly fell from his horse.
"What happened?"
"The bond."
"Lyra?"
"She's in danger."
He knew it instantly.
Every instinct screamed the same warning.
"Move!"
Without hesitation they accelerated down the road.
Back at the inn, Lyra finished packing.
Remaining there was no longer safe.
She needed to leave immediately.
Quietly she opened the window.
The ground below wasn't far.
Manageable.
She climbed out carefully.
Rain soaked her clothes.
Cold wind whipped through her hair.
For a moment she thought she had escaped unnoticed.
"There she is!"
A voice shouted.
Lyra froze.
One of the hunters had spotted her.
"Run!"
She didn't need the advice.
Turning instantly, she sprinted toward the forest.
Branches struck her face.
Mud splashed beneath her boots.
Behind her, multiple footsteps followed.
"Don't let her escape!"
"The heir must be taken alive!"
The heir.
The words terrified her more than anything.
Because they confirmed the truth.
Someone knew about the Ashbourne bloodline.
Someone had been searching for her.
For years perhaps.
Lightning flashed across the sky.
The forest illuminated briefly.
And for a split second, Lyra saw something impossible.
A glowing silver symbol appeared on her wrist.
The exact same crescent moon from the journal.
Then it vanished.
"What was that?"
She barely had time to think.
An arrow struck a tree inches from her head.
The hunters were gaining.
Fear surged through her.
She ran deeper into the darkness.
Unaware that destiny, enemies, and an Alpha King were all racing toward the same place.
And before dawn arrived, blood would be spilled.
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