In the dim room shared with other omega members, a sigh escapes me. When I notice the door slightly open, I feel him coming without even looking, a familiar sensation sending shivers down my spine.
His footsteps echo as he nears. When he takes my hand, I flinch but quickly compose myself, not wanting to show how he affects me.He presses my back against the wall and holds my hands up. I avoid looking at his face, feeling trapped, as he presses against me.In the intense and uncomfortable moment, I can sense his erection. I try to endure it without letting him see how much it affects me.This has become his regular practice—he asserts control, and he can take me whenever he wants."Show me your utmost submission because you rely on my protection. You're mine for a reason."I nod, awaiting his next move.Forcefully, his lips meet mine, and I reluctantly part my lips as he kisses me fiercely.He explores further, squeezing my breast. I shiver, and he raises an eyebrow, satisfied."So many things I want to do to you, but not today; saving the best for tomorrow when I'll mark you," he whispers.Fear grips me, and I gulp, nodding my head in acknowledgment."You must look presentable tomorrow," he says, pointing to a dress bag on the bed. I hadn't noticed he dropped it on the bed.I stay silent, keeping my eyes on the dress bag. The looming mating ceremony fills me with dread; he knows how much I hate being around him.He approached me, noticing something wasn't right. Lifting my face with a gentle touch, he brought his lips close to where my mate would mark me. Lost in my thoughts, his voice pulls me back. "You seem nervous," he observes, looking straight into my eyes while I avoid his gaze. "I'll forgive you for being nervous."After a moment, he lets go and heads for the door. "Rest well, my lady," he says with a mocking tone before leaving.I glare at the door and angrily throw the dress bag against it. My heart races, and I shake my head at my fate.I despise him—my unwilling Alpha, my unwanted mate. I can't stand him—I'm not his mate. Why does he insist on making me?To be marked and mated to Tristan only means one thing: I am bound to him for life, and I won't let that happen."Be grateful," my wolf, Sasha, finally speaks up. She had been silent until now. "He saved you from an attack and bought you for a reason.""Shut up, Sasha! I won't find excuses for this cold-hearted Alpha. I'm going to be bound to him for life." Her broad smile fades as she remarks, "Can't someone joke with you anymore?”I know the expectation is for me to be thrilled about being marked by Alpha Tristan of the Croftwood pack.However, I can't accept the happiness others want for me. If I'm to be mated to this man, it means living a life as a prisoner, a pawn for pleasure.I pace back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drains me, and I feel exhausted.A sudden push from the door brings me back to reality. A sense of relief washes over me as I realize it's Cara, one of the omegas. Her presence only means one thing: a call to duty.Cara and I share a close bond, considering each other friends. We try to keep our friendship subtle to avoid raising any eyebrows from our superiors."Lyra, let's hurry before that wicked witch comes looking for us," Cara says. I agree, hastily standing up and following her to the kitchen.While in the kitchen, Chloe abruptly barges in. Sasha rolls her eyes. "Oh, not today.”Chloe is dressed in an elegant red dress that compliments her figure. Her eyes are strikingly beautiful, a shade of hazel, and her nails are manicured.Despite her attitude, it's hard not to notice the undeniable beauty Chloe effortlessly carries.She doesn't stop at making my life miserable with each passing day in the pack. And this makes me wonder and ask, "Why does Tristan want me? He has Chloe."With arrogance and her gaze cutting through the room, I avoid her piercing stare. I know today won't be easy.Chloe hurls insults at me. "You are a pathetic excuse for a wolf, a weakling like you shouldn't even be in my presence. I doubt you can accomplish anything as a breeder.”I take a deep breath to maintain my composure, but Sasha growls defiantly in my head.Her commanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Enough of your presence here. Go set the table," she orders, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.I hurriedly left to do her bidding. "What's she doing in the kitchen?" Sasha questions.I sigh and murmur, "Who cares," focusing on the task at hand.Without much ado, I go about my work. I serve Alpha Tristan his dinner. He doesn't even glance at me once, for which I am grateful. Chloe is with him.I went back to my room and I paced back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drained me, and I felt exhausted. As I eventually dozed off in a deep sleep.Terrified, I clung to my mother, my eyes tightly shut at the frightening scene before me. I could feel my whole body vibrating while my eyes were still closed.But I found the courage to open my eyes to the scene before me.Amidst the chaos, my father's formidable black wolf, with brown shining eyes, stood bravely in battle. Strength and courage were coursing out through him.But then, a shadowy figure appeared. Fear gripped me tighter as I strained to see, but the face remained hidden.My father, in his wolf form, valiantly fought against this mysterious figure with growls and clashes.The shadowy figure swung a sword, slashing my dad's heart. He collapsed to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back.My mum, in a desperate howl, dropped me and shifted into her wolf form to join the fierce battle.Then I woke up with a jolt as hot tears streamed down my eyes.My heart raced like it wanted to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingered in my mind.Scanning the room as confusion clouded my thoughts for reassurance, that it was just a dream.It is disturbing because the dream kept occurring, haunting my mind with the scenes of battle.As I struggled to collect my thoughts, I heard a sudden loud knock on my door.I jumped as my eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the door, wondering who was at the door.I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to open the door, but the knocking persisted. The knock added to my unease, confusion, and fear lingered.Summoning courage, I took a deep breath and got up, opening the door to face the unknown. My heart pounds in my chest from fear as he shouts in indignation. "How dare you, Lyra?”Lyra’s POVHe rushed in like he was possessed, I was shaken and didn't know how to react, and then his voice brought me out of my thoughts."How dare you try to poison me?" There was something about his look I couldn't decipher; he looked like someone who had been possessed.In a swift second, he pounced on me, holding my neck and violently shaking me before throwing me away. My body hit the floor, and I coughed, grabbing my neck.Sasha growled, "We can't die like this." I regained my composure and hit him where the sun didn't shine.He released a loud growl in pain. "You are dead, Lyra.”I didn't know I had such strength in me as I hurriedly used furniture to create a barrier between us and grabbed a rod from the room to hit him hard so he could be incapacitated while I escaped.Looking around the room, a quick thought came to mind to use the window, not minding the height. I jumped down.Taking swift action before he could mind-link the guards on patrol, I ran as fast as my legs coul
Kessler's POVA gentle knock on my door heightened my heart rate. She entered, moving with a blend of grace and confidence, her hips swaying elegantly.As she drew nearer, I concealed my emotions."Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting," she said."Not at all," I replied, my gaze fixed on her. Fuck, I muttered a curse I couldn't deny the irresistible pull she had on me.I stood up, circling the mahogany table, and reached out to take her hands.Leaning in, she kissed me, and my hand found her waist, drawing her nearer. A soft moan escaped her lips as our mouths met in a passionate kiss. I kissed her with intensity, our lips moving hungrily.My hand moved upward, cupping her breasts, gently massaging and teasing her nipple. She moaned, her hips moving against mine, drawing us closer, and I could feel the heat building as our bodies pressed together.Breaking the kiss, I started planting kisses along her neck. She wrapped her leg around me, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure, arching my
Lyra’s POVMy hand trembled as memories resurfaced. It's him, the ruthless Lycan king who had killed my father. The revelation hangs heavy in the air, like a dark shadow over the room.The pack doctor and Beta Zach leave the room, sensing the fizz of tension that now fills the space. I can't tear my gaze away from him. Anger stirs within me, and I feel it building.Sasha whimpers, sensing the agony that grips me, as the Lycan king's gaze bores into mine. His presence feels like a threat, and I struggle to contain the emotions that threaten to burst over.Then I finally found my voice. "You?" I utter, my question hanging in the air. His face remains locked into mine, emotionless, as I sense him moving.Instinctively, I push myself back into the bed, creating physical distance, but the emotional turmoil remains, along with the harsh truth.I don't want to believe it's anything other than a dream, but when he moves closer to me, the wave of disbelief shatters. It's all real; he's here, a
Our gaze locked, and I swallowed hard, tears streaming down, blurring my vision. His sword ascended, landing firmly on my chin, and my breath caught in my throat.He tilted my head up, the blade digging into my flesh, blood flowing from the wound. I questioned my decision to leave Moonpeak without a plan, and Sasha's voice echoed, "You can't stand your father’s killer."My uncle, a menacing figure, commands fear as an Alpha, he took over after my father's death.My father and uncle were once close, and I couldn't comprehend why he changed abruptly after being brutally murdered by the Lycan king, Kessler. He had vowed vengeance, but it seemed my uncle wasn't a match for the feared Lycan.He circled me, a devious smirk playing on his face. "Is he your mate?"With a shaky breath my heartbeat racing fast I answered "Yes, he is." Uncertain of his intentions, I couldn't shake the feeling that my uncle was up to no good. His sinister laughter echoed, and a chill ran down my spine. "He's up
Kessler’s POVI quietly follow Lyra when I sense she isn't in the room. I overhear all her conversations with her uncle, plotting against me. That jerk – I regret not dealing with him when I had the opportunity!I have concealed my scent using a spell to remain undetected.I am furious with her for leaving the pack. Why would the moon goddess give me a second chance mate?The council had been pressuring me to choose a mate, and Annie, chosen by the council, seemed like a suitable match. But the unexpected twist with Lyra broke every barrier I had built over the years.Why does it bother me? I convince myself I don't want her, but the war in my heart tells a different story.I had ordered her to stay in her room, forbidding her from seeing the sun. But as I step out of my office, her scent fills the air.My wolf whimpered in pleasure, reveling in the presence of his mate. Despite my stoic facade, I can't ignore the magnetic pull as I storm towards her.She stands on the balcony, looking
Lyra’s POVAs I sit up on the bed, a haze clouds my memory, making me struggle to piece together how I ended up here.Images from last night flood my mind—confrontations with my uncle, Kessler confining me to a room, and the moment he angrily dragged me to his chamber.The recollection makes me gasp, and I hurry to the mirror to check for the mark. I feel disgusted seeing it.The intensity of Kessler's Lycan aura must have overwhelmed me, causing me to pass out.In a daze, I rush to the bathroom. I look through the mirror, and the mark on my neck haunts me.I can't escape the fact that I am now unmistakably tied to Kessler, the one person I never wanted to be connected with.I undress, feeling vulnerable and exposed. I clutch the sponge tightly and scrub my neck vigorously, desperate to erase the mark that connects me to Kessler.With each scrub, I feel pains I can't explain. It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays.Overwhelmed with helplessness, I st
I hurriedly distanced myself, not wanting him to witness the pain in my eyes as he appeared comfortable with a she-wolf I didn't recognize.Sasha, my wolf, growls, eager to take control witnessing the lady's closeness to Kessler, but I manage to suppress her.Turning away from that scene, I go ahead. The fragrance of flowers fills my senses, momentarily distracting me, as I walk to the source of the fragrance.As I follow the enchanting scent, the path leads me to a stunning garden. A gentle breeze carries their sweet aroma. Inhaling deeply, I take in the fresh air.Suddenly, a voice interrupts my thoughts."It's beautiful, isn't it, my lady?" The speaker has a charming smile, and I am captivated by the moment.I gaze at him in silence, observing him. He is a young man with a natural charm. His physical traits are captivating, with his well-defined jawline. His eyes are alluring, and his tousled dark hair has a hint of rugged appeal, making it hard to look away.He clears his throat to
The note I saw in my room was sent by my uncle, but how it got there is a mystery I'm still trying to unveil. I rushed to the window, looking to see if there were any odd things there.But everything looked plain and perfect, so I hurriedly closed the curtain, hoping that whoever dropped the letter could still lurk around.I sat down in my room, still on edge over what I just witnessed. I tried to sleep, but the emotional rollercoaster I'd felt kept me awake. Sleep eludes me.But the knock on the door startles me. When I open my eyes, I realize it's morning because Julie cheerfully greets me, "Good morning, Lyra."Can't believe I finally fell asleep, but I still feel tired and didn't have a great sleep."Good morning, Julie.""Did you sleep well? You don't look too well, and that reminds me, you looked edgy when I escorted you to the room.”"Yeah, I managed to get some sleep," I reply, forcing a smile despite feeling drained.The thought of Kessler lingers in my mind. He makes me feel