Lyra's POV
The 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 forget?”
“The moon goddess will give you many more babies. Your womb will be blessed with many more sons for the Alpha.”
The door opened in that instant and Eloisa, my best friend, walked in. I felt instant relief upon seeing her pretty face. Perhaps, she would be the only person to be able to truly comfort me in this time of grief.
“People cry on death anniversaries. Allow Luna to pour out her heart if it will make her feel better,” she said.
She was still standing by the door as she spoke. I looked up at her through blurry eyes.
She was dressed elegantly with a new diamond necklace on her neck. I shook my head, refusing to pay attention to what wasn't necessary.
“Eloisa…” I called, my voice faint. She walked to me where I was seated and with one nod of the head, the other women were gone.
She sat next to me and her hand rested on my shoulder.
“I know this is hard for you. As long as the death anniversary of Rickon will come every year, you'll continually remember him. Don't let it bother you this much because it will always feel this way.” She said.
I knew she meant well for me. I nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands.
Sterling spoke at this point.
“Luna, I'll get your outfit. The Alpha will be addressing the members of the pack soon and you'll be stepping out with him too.”
I nodded as she walked out.
This was to be a solemn event, but it was still difficult for me to make sense of the fact that my best friend, Eloisa, was elegantly dressed.
Once again, I tried to ignore it.
Eloisa was the daughter of the former beta of the pack and we'd grown up together as friends. As the daughter of the alpha of another pack, I'd come frequently to the Blood Nest pack as Damian's betrothed to spend time with the royal family and I'd become friends with Eloisa and have stayed so until Damian and I got married.
“I have tried to get pregnant again, Eloisa. It's not happening. Rickon was the heir. He was…”
“Whatever he was is in the past now.” Eloisa cut me off.
“You'll have to look forward to better days coming. You'll have to try and get another baby. Take your mind away from all of these.”
I nodded. She was right. But I didn't tell her that Damian had hardly been touching me. Sometimes he didn't share the same bed with me. As the days went on, he became even more distant. I didn't know if it was the death of our son one year ago that had made him become very withdrawn. This was something I was yet to discuss with Eloisa who would definitely understand the situation and advise me.
Soon, Sterling returned with the outfit I was to wear and the other women had to leave, save for her and the Beta's wife, Sandra. And of course, Eloisa.
“The alpha sent words, he said to tell lady Eloisa that he requires her presence,” Sterling said.
Eloisa got on her feet, patted my hand and then walked to the door.
“I'll go see why the alpha needs me now.” She said as she held the doorknob.
I nodded.
Soon, I was dressed to show up at the reception hall.
As I approached the reception hall, what I saw made me halt for a while.
I was supposed to be seated on the podium with Damian, the alpha, as his Luna. But he was sitting with Eloisa.
She was sitting in my seat.
I turned to Sterling, confusion clearly written on my face.
“What's happening? Why's the alpha sitting with Eloisa next to him?”
I asked.
She shrugged.
“I think the Alpha is about to make his speech.”
“Without me by his side?”
I asked. But she didn't respond.
As I made my way past the crowd of pack members who stepped aside to give me room, I noticed that Damian had risen to his feet.
Without regard for me, he started to speak.
My eyes went to Eloisa's eyes and she smiled.
What was going on?
“...It is indeed a great pleasure to announce that I have taken Eloisa Niklaus, daughter of the former Beta of the Blood Nest pack as my new partner. With her, I shall bear son and….”
The confusion drowned out the words as he spoke. Damian was my fated mate.
We had not been forced to get married. We'd been given the choice to either break off the betrothal or stick with each other and we'd chosen to be married.
I could feel my hands trembling. Tears welled in my eyes.
Eloisa, my best friend?
How long had they been having an affair before he chose to make it official?
And no other day but on the day of our son's death anniversary while I mourned the son we'd lost?
Damian looked in my direction and our eyes met.
Lyra's POV My legs trembled as I continued to punch the tree stump, letting out my frustration as I did.The woods were silent except for the occasional chirping of birds. With every strike, I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I brushed off the tears and continued, beating my palms against the tree until it was bloody.Damian, my fated mate and now ex-husband had picked my best friend, Eloisa to be his new partner and he had done this on the day of our son's death anniversary.I was here in a rogue pack where I'd come to stay with Rylan, the leader of the pack who was an enemy of Damian. I would get my revenge in due time by forming an alliance with Damian's enemy, Rylan.I didn't know how long I'd been hitting the tree stump when I heard my name.“Lyra.”I froze, the sound sending a chill down my spine. I turned to see Damian, standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his eyes cold as ever.How did he find me? How had he known I'd be in the woods at the rogue pack?I turned to fa
Lyra's POVWe returned back to the rogue camp when it was almost nightfall. Rylan had managed to help me come awake minutes after I'd fainted. It was cold and I pulled my cloak tightly around me, the cold wind from the mountains biting through my skin as we walked. My heart pounded in my chest, even though I tried to act like I wasn’t affected by what had just happened in the woods.But I had Rylan now. He had promised to help me—help me get the revenge I needed. I clung to that promise like a lifeline."I'd never let him get so close again," he said repeatedly."It wasn't your fault. I wanted some time alone in the woods. I didn't think he'd find me," I said."If I hadn't come there on time, he'd have forced you to go with him back to the Blood Nest pack."The sincerity of the words made me shiver.When we reached the camp, there was an open fire to warm ourselves against.Rylan led me to the fire and helped me settle on the ground.He pulled back, his hands cupping my face. His gaz
Lyra's POVI stayed in the tent for long as the fighting outside continued. There were shouting and then there were footsteps of running. And then there was snarling, but no one came to the tent where I was. I was safe inside.After a while, I got tired of waiting inside. The fighting had stopped and I was sure it was safe outside.I stepped out of the tent, pulling the cloak tighter around my shoulders. The camp was quieter now, save for the crackle of fire in the distance and the low murmurs of the rogues.I didn’t know where I was going. Perhaps, to find Rylan, the one under whose protection I was.There was a tent at the far edge of the camp, set apart from the others. It looked older, the fabric fraying at the edges and its entrance draped with beaded curtains that clinked together softly in the wind. I hadn’t noticed it before, but something about it now drew me. I was supposed to be looking for Rylan. Apparently, the camp had been attacked by another faction of rogues, but I su
Lyra's POV How did Damian make it into the rogue camp once again without being hurt?Had it been him leading the attack earlier?Damian’s eyes stayed on me, dark and cold, and I could see in his eyes, fury. His fury made me want to laugh too. To slap him across the face and curse him for leaving his seeds inside of me when I ought to be planning better ways to bring him down.“You didn’t think you could hide this from me forever, did you?” Damian’s voice cut through the silence, laced with fury and something else I couldn’t quite place. Possession. "I don't wish to set my eyes on you, Damian—""You’re pregnant with my children." His words were a statement, not a question. His hand reached out, hovering near my abdomen like he thought he had the right to touch me, to claim them.Rylan’s low growl rumbled behind me, a clear warning, and I stepped back, breaking Damian’s gaze. "They’re not just yours," I said, my voice firmer than I felt. "They’re mine, too. Don’t forget that."And how
Damian's POVI sat in my office, my hands clasped together on the polished oak desk, my head bowed under the weight of thoughts I couldn't escape. The office was too quiet, the hum of the fireplace offering no real comfort. Even the crackle of flames seemed to mock me, a reminder of the warmth I no longer felt.“We're in a mess. Let's think up ways we can get her back. If Rylan is not letting her out of his sight, that's real trouble.”It was my wolf. I sighed.It had been weeks since Lyra left. Perhaps, I'd not expected things to play out the way they'd eventually played out. How had I let Eloisa get under my flesh and make me do the things I'd done?Until the moment Lyra had left the pack in her humiliation, it hadn't occurred to me how much pain I'd be going through without her. I ran a hand through my hair, groaning softly. The day she'd left replayed in my mind like a nightmare on repeat. I hadn’t realized how far I'd gone astray until it was too late. Eloisa. Her name was a bi
Eloisa's POVThe flickering light of the candle on my vanity danced across the polished surface, casting long shadows on the walls of my room. I leaned forward, inspecting my reflection. The woman staring back looked every bit the Luna I had dreamed of becoming—elegant, poised, commanding. Yet, no amount of beauty or refinement could mask the bitterness churning inside me."Do you need anything else, my lady?" came a soft voice from behind me. My maid, Ilena, hovered near the door, her expression carefully neutral. She had been with me for years, long before I ever imagined I would wear the title of Luna."Yes, stay," I said, gesturing for her to sit. Ilena hesitated for a moment, then sank gracefully into the chair opposite me.She knew what this was. Ilena was not just my maid—she was my confidant, my partner in schemes, and, sometimes, the only person I could trust with my darkest thoughts. Tonight, I needed her more than ever.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my dark hair
Rylan's POVI sat on a flat stone near the edge of camp, my eyes fixed on the dying fire. The air was cold, but I barely felt it. My thoughts were too tangled, too alive. Lyra. She was here, sleeping just a few tents away, her presence a storm that had swept through my carefully constructed world.“She came to us, Lee. To me.”Lee, my wolf, stirred in my mind, his voice sharp and smug. “Of course she did. Where else would she go? She knows we’re her best chance at freedom. Or maybe she just knows we’re the best.”I smirked, shaking my head. “Don’t get cocky. She’s here for revenge, not for us.”“For now,” Lee countered. “But did you see her wolf? She recognized me, Rylan. The way she looked at us, like we were already connected.”I scoffed, though I couldn’t ignore the flicker of agreement deep in my chest. Lyra’s wolf had been watching me intently, her silver eyes glowing with something I couldn’t quite name. Recognition? Curiosity? Maybe both. I hadn't noticed it first, until she
Lyra's POVThe tent was quiet, but my thoughts were loud. The faint smell of the campfire drifted through the fabric walls, mixing with the damp, earthy scent of the woods. I sat cross-legged on the cot, rubbing my belly as the twins shifted restlessly. They always seemed more active at night, as though they could feel my unease.I couldn’t stop thinking about Damian. About Eloisa. About everything I had lost. And now I was here, hiding among rogues, plotting to destroy the man I once called my mate. My heart ached, but I couldn’t let myself fall apart. Not now.A soft knock at the wooden post outside my tent startled me.“It’s me,” Rylan’s voice said.I hesitated before answering. “Come in.”He pushed aside the flap and stepped inside, his tall frame filling the space. His presence was always so commanding, so steady, even when the world around us wasn’t. He looked tired but alert, his dark eyes scanning the room before landing on me.“We need to talk,” he said, his voice low.I nodd
Lyra'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