Chapter 42 He's Not Her Mate

• ~Elara POV~
• ​I was utterly stunned by Lyra’s sudden condition. A minute ago, she was a predator, planning to torture me. Now, she was gasping for air, crying that her whole body was hurting. The Alpha finally released me, his attention instantly diverted. He moved to where Lyra had collapsed. Her elegant clothes were soaked, but now I saw spots of fresh blood.
• “Help us!” ​Dara was immediately hysterical, throwing herself at the Alpha’s side and screeching about how “viciously hurt” her mistress was from an earlier beating. I watched Lyra toss and turn, her clothes soaked and red. Too much blood, my mind catalogued clinically. Too much melodrama. But then Dara started howling, grabbing the Alpha’s hand and looking up at him with tear-choked devotion.