“The babies you carry are mine. You're mine, Lyra. And you do not have a choice. He growled, his eyes narrowing. You’re my Luna and you belong to me.” “Don’t talk to me about belonging!” I shouted. “You threw me away the day you chose Eloisa. On our son's death anniversary, Damian!” His face twisted with anger. “You think you can just run off from the Blood Nest Pack? You’re making a fool of yourself.” Damian's voice rang through the tent. I looked up at him, refusing to cower under his burning stare. “You lost me the day you declared Eloisa your partner. I do not belong to you, Damian!” I yelled through gritted teeth. He stepped forward, taking hold of my arm. Rylan sprang forward, baring his wolf fangs. “Let her go now. She is under my protection,” he commanded in a low growl. Damian's grip on me weakened and he stepped back, not willing to tango with the brute rogue who was his enemy, and also, my second fated mate. Damian's eyes stayed on my stomach for a while. “I'll claim my babies, Lyra. You can't stop me.” It was as much of a promise as it was a threat
View MoreLyra's POVRylan swung down from his horse with practiced ease, his sharp eyes scanning the camp. The sight of him, broad-shouldered and fierce, sent a surge of hope and relief through me. For a moment, I forgot everything—the vampires, the danger, even my fear—and my feet moved instinctively toward him.“Rylan!” I shouted, my voice trembling. But before I could take more than a few steps, a cold, unyielding hand gripped my arm, halting me. I turned to find Lisa staring at me with an amused smirk, though her grip was anything but playful.“What do you think you're doing, pretty preggy girl?” She asked in that slightly funny but chilling way. “Not so fast, Lyra,” Raphael’s deep voice cut through the tension, smooth but laced with authority. He stepped forward, his presence commanding as always. The faint moonlight caught the sharp angles of his face, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto me. “You have no right to leave,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Not until I say so.”My hear
Lyra's POVThe fire did almost nothing to make me warmer, but I sat next to it anyway. My legs were stretched out. I was alone near the edge of the makeshift camp and my arms wrapped protectively around my belly. The vampires moved like shadows around me, dismantling and preparing for whatever came next. Their silence unnerved me more than their snarls ever could. They didn’t eat food, didn’t talk much, and only came alive during the hunt.Lisa’s voice broke my thoughts. “Hungry?” she asked, her grin sharp and unsettling. She held out a bowl of something I couldn’t identify. It smelled sharp and bitter, like crushed leaves and dirt.I shook my head quickly. “No, thank you,” I said, my voice tight. My stomach churned at the thought of eating anything they prepared.Lisa’s grin widened. “You need to eat. For the babies,” she said, shoving the bowl closer to me. Her tone was playful, but her eyes shone with something darker. “Don’t insult me by refusing.”Reluctantly, I reached out an
Lyra's POVThey were all looking at me and that made me both scared and confused.“What's going on?” I asked, my voice coming out in a small whisper.There was no response. They all seemed to be alert for something coming.Lisa stood there, pale as a ghost, her eyes glinting with something cruel and unspoken. Her lips curled into a grin that chilled me far more than the night ever could. It wasn’t just eerie; it was a warning.I fought to steady my voice.“What… what do you want?” Even to my ears, my words trembled. I hated that she could see my fear, but how could I mask it? I was alone, surrounded by vampires whose power eclipsed mine in every possible way. My heart started to beat faster as Lisa’s laughter shattered the quiet night, harsh and jarring against the darkness.“Oh, nothing, dear. Nothing at all.” Her words dripped with mockery. Without another word, she turned and melted into the shadows. I pressed a hand to my belly instinctively, as if my touch could shield my unbor
Rylan's POVRoy didn't let me have time alone without his small voice inside telling me what to do and what not to do.I didn't get any sleep the entire night before we moved camp, because it was one of those nights that I felt way too much apprehension to be fully settled.The camp stirred with its usual chaos, packing up, arguing over who stole whose share of supplies, as the members packed up for us to move camp.But there was something wrong. Something I couldn't ignore.My eyes swept the crowd, looking for her unmistakable figure. When I didn’t see her, a cold weight settled in my gut."Have you seen Lyra?" I asked Finn, the wiry kid who always seemed to know everyone’s business.He blinked up at me, his expression confused."No, Alpha. I thought she was in her tent."I didn’t respond, already moving toward her tent. The dread in my stomach only deepened when I reached it. It wasn’t just empty—it was stripped clean, every trace of her gone. It was as if she’d never been there at
Lyra's POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I packed my belongings. I kept my movements quiet, careful not to wake anyone in the pack house. The words Alexis had spoken earlier that night echoed in my mind, sharp and unyielding.“Maybe leaving is a way of accepting defeat. You probably shouldn't,” Snow tried to cajole me.I couldn’t argue. But I knew my presence had only complicated things. The unrest among the rogues was evidence enough. As much as I hated being cast out, I knew Alexis wasn’t entirely wrong. If my leaving could keep the rogues united, then I would bear the pain of it.“Well, unless she actually has eyes on Rylan and you're a threat to what she feels for him.” Snow insisted.“No way,” I muttered to myself as I got on with packing a few important items.“No way would the warrior lady have eyes on her Alpha.”“He's only a werewolf like her. She's allowed to,” Snow purred.I shook my head, rejecting the thought. I'd never seen her close to him in a way that was suggestiv
Lyra's POVI stepped into the dimly lit tent, weary and ready to have a proper night rest for a while without having to bother about a lot of things that I had on my mind lately.I sighed once I was inside. I was alone, finally.Or so I thought.A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman— surely Alexis the beta, the one who’d been so vehement about my departure. She was standing near the far corner of the tent, her presence like a sharp needle pricking through the darkness.I froze, my heart skipping a beat. She was even more striking up close, her features sharp and angular, her dark hair pulled back in a tight braid. Her clothes were plain, rugged—a soldier’s uniform, worn and weathered—but they couldn’t hide the beauty in her face.“Don’t be scared,” she said softly, her voice surprisingly gentle.I swallowed hard, the panic bubbling in my chest making it hard to speak.“What are you doing here?” I managed, my voice weak.Alexis took a step closer, her eyes narrowing.“I’m Alexis,
Lyra's POVThe night air pressed cool and damp against my skin as I crouched behind the large jar meant for collecting rainwater. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, enough that I feared the pack members leaving the tent would hear it. I held my breath, clutching the edge of the jar for balance as the rogues exited Rylan’s tent. Their conversation continued, low and bitter, their frustration thick enough for me to feel even from where I hid.“She doesn’t belong here,” one of them muttered as their footsteps grew louder in my direction. “Rylan’s lost sight of what we stand for. Protecting her isn’t our fight.”“And it never should’ve been,” another grumbled. “If we keep her here, we’re putting our pack on the line for someone who has nothing to do with us. This isn’t what we’ve been fighting for.”Their voices faded as they moved further into the camp, but their words stayed with me, their weight sinking deep into my chest. Each step they took felt like another layer of doubt settling ov
Lyra's POVThe weight of their words pressed heavily on my chest as I remained frozen where I stood, hidden in the shadows just outside Rylan’s tent.What was I going to hear next? Would the next words that followed the silence be worst than the last I'd just heard.Worst, they might get around to convincing their Alpha to send me away from the pack for the greater good and for their own safety. They had their own ambitions and it didn't align with mine.I refused to let myself panic.The silence stretched for a moment, taut and suffocating, before Rylan’s voice broke through, steady but simmering with restrained anger.“I won’t allow Damian to touch her,” he said firmly, each word measured and forceful.“She came to us for help, for safety. She’s a woman in distress, carrying children, and I will not turn her away.”His words warmed me. His empathy was one that was worth emulating, the conviction in his tone was both reassuring and also worrying.What if they turned against him? He w
Lyra's POVThe soft rustling of the tent’s fabric against the night air made me restless. It was as though the world outside called to me, yet I was trapped inside the confining walls of the tent.The news of the impending attack had sent ripples of unease through the rogue camp, even if the attack itself never came. My mind raced with the fragments of what had been shared—Damian’s pack had been spotted close, dangerously so.The guard stationed outside my tent was a silent reminder of the danger. Rylan had placed him there, his presence solid and protective. While I understood the necessity, his watchfulness made me feel like I was caged. I sat on the thin cot in the corner of the tent, my hands resting on my rounded belly. The babies within me stirred gently, as if sensing my worry.“It’s okay,” I murmured softly, tracing circles with my fingertips.“We’re safe here.”But were we?The question tore at me as the minutes crawled by. Inside the tent, every sound came sounding louder—th
Lyra's POVThe halls of the pack house were filled with pack members who had come for the memorial of the royal loss.As the Luna of the Blood Nest pack and the one whose son had been snatched by death, I was surrounded by the female werewolves of the pack in my chambers. The beta's wife and the gamma's wife were present. They sat by my side and they consoled me. My eyes were wet with tears and for the umpteenth time, I wondered if there was no way the moon goddess could restore my precious son back to me.“This is not how I had imagined my life as Luna,” I said to no one in particular, tears welling up in my eyes once again.The gamma's wife, Sterling, patted my back.“It's already a year since your son joined the moon goddess. You can't change what has been. Perhaps you should stop mourning him.”I shook my head vehemently, refusing her comfort.“How can I have my first and only child snatched from me by death? I'll always remember. He was the heir to the Blood Nest! How can I forge...
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