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
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
Damian's POVI could tell that none of the men with me enjoyed being out in the woods when there was no war that demanded it. I saw it in their eyes. But they never complained. They followed without questions and that was enough for me. The vampires moved silently among us, their presence unsettling to my wolves, though no one dared voice their discomfort.When the sun began to dip below the horizon, I raised a hand to signal a stop. “We’ll camp here,” I announced.The group moved quickly, setting up the minimal supplies we carried. I stood apart, watching as the others worked. My mind was elsewhere. On Lyra, on the pack I had left behind, and on the growing unease that gnawed at me.As the camp settled into an uneasy quiet, a rustling sound came from the underbrush. My head snapped toward the noise, my body tensing. The vampires reacted instantly, their movements swift and predatory. My wolves growled low in their throats, forming a protective semicircle around the clearing.“Wait
Rylan's POVThe camp was too noisy for my liking. Everyone had gathered around Alexis, their voices a jumble of concern and curiosity. I pushed through the crowd, my patience wearing thin. She was sitting against the leg of one of the men who'd assembled near her, her face pale, her breathing ragged. Blood soaked her side where someone was trying to stitch her up. For someone who always bragged about being untouchable, Alexis looked anything but untouched. True, she'd always been a great warrior but that was before the wolf hunters had attacked and she'd played coward. I reached the small gathering and they gave way for me to get to Alexis. She called for water and I nodded for it to be sent to her as I came to stand next to her. She barely looked up at me after she finished the water. “Why are you here, Alexis?” I asked, keeping my voice low and steady. “You ran off without a word, and now you show up looking like this? Why did it cross your mind that you could come back here?”
Lyra's POVThe crackling fire outside the tent had settled into faint embers by the time I slipped inside the tent that had been prepared for me. The night was calm, the sound of crickets filling the air. The others were still moving about, setting up what they could to make this patch of forest feel like home for the night. A small river nearby had become our lifeline, its clean water keeping us nourished and refreshed. The men had already fished enough to feed everyone.I lay down, exhausted. My body felt heavy, my limbs aching from the long journey and the strain of pregnancy. Still, I wanted to see Rylan again. I wanted to give up my sleep and sit with him all night, only if he was willing to sit with me too. The man had a sense of duty that he was committed to and despite our growing connection, he kept his distance. There were times I wanted nothing more than to lie next to him and have his hands wrap around me. There were times I wanted to feel his protective arms around me. A
Lyra's POVThe crackling fire outside the tent had settled into faint embers by the time I slipped inside the tent that had been prepared for me. The night was calm, the sound of crickets filling the air. The others were still moving about, setting up what they could to make this patch of forest feel like home for the night. A small river nearby had become our lifeline, its clean water keeping us nourished and refreshed. The men had already fished enough to feed everyone.I lay down, exhausted. My body felt heavy, my limbs aching from the long journey and the strain of pregnancy. Still, I wanted to see Rylan again. I wanted to give up my sleep and sit with him all night, only if he was willing to sit with me too. The man had a sense of duty that he was committed to and despite our growing connection, he kept his distance. There were times I wanted nothing more than to lie next to him and have his hands wrap around me. There were times I wanted to feel his protective arms around me. A
Rylan's POVThe forest was quieter now, but the scent of blood and smoke still lingered. We had managed to drive the wolf hunters back to the boundaries of the human territories, but I knew it wasn’t the end. They would regroup and return, and when they did, they’d come in greater numbers.This is why we left trails and then took entirely different directions. It would make it difficult for them to find our new camp and that would give us more time to strategize and take them unawares if they tried to come into the woods. Especially the unfamiliar parts. They were only lucky they had more sophisticated weapons than we did. But if I had to make a pact with powerful packs to get weapons for our defense, I'll do that. I'd never watch any of my men go down by the hands of hunters. Not again.“Right. And she must be protected at all cost. She's scared. She isn't used to this life she's been introduced to.”Lee said. Lyra. I hadn't introduced her to any of this unpleasantness. I wished,
Damian's POV“What did you find, Cade?” I asked, moving over to where the man who'd found something, called. "Here, an unburnt cloth that could belong to the Blood Nest pack and possibly the Luna," he replied, holding out the cloth to me. I took the cloth and sniffed it. It had scent of Lyra on it. The vampires with us looked unsettled. Raphael, their leader, stood a few feet away, his pale face expressionless, though his sharp eyes missed nothing. He and his group had only recently joined us, but their presence was a reminder of the uneasy alliances we had been forced to form."We keep searching," I said firmly. "Lyra might have survived. She’s strong."‘No. She survived,’ I said inwardly, convincing enough to myself.We combed the camp thoroughly, lifting broken beams, pushing aside rubble, and calling out for any survivors. But there was no answer. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the crackling of the dying embers."Alpha," Cade called out again, kneeling by wha
Eloisa's POVI could still feel the stinging coldness of the cell even after I was freed. The dampness clung to my skin, a stubborn reminder of the humiliation I had endured. Damian had come to his senses and released me, but his focus was not on me. It was on her. Lyra.Even now, he was out there, risking his life to save her while I sat here, in the pack that should rightfully be mine to rule.I refused to be sidelined any longer. With Damian gone, it was time to take matters into my own hands. My first priority was Ilena. She had been my loyal maid and confidant through all the schemes, whispers, and dreams I had for this pack. It pained me to see her rotting away in that prison, her life reduced to a shadow of servitude.I made my way to the prison block. The guards stiffened when they saw me approach. "Open the door," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument."Alpha Damian ordered—""Alpha Damian is not here," I interrupted sharply. "And as Luna of this pack, my word i
Damian's POV As we got deeper into the woods, I became more worried. There'd been no sign back at the Blood Nest pack to suggest that there was an attack going on. I hadn't expected the attack in any way because human hunters never went so far. They did all they could to protect their boundaries and try to make sure detected vampires and werewolves didn't come to their city, but coming all the way into the woods to attack a rogue pack was something that'd not happened in a long time. The thought of Lyra being in the middle of such chaos made me worry so much I started to fidget. She was carrying my children, our children. Whatever grievances we had, I could not let her fall into harm’s way. I turned to the men riding with me, their faces grim and determined.“We ride hard,” I ordered. “There’s no time to waste but it looks like we are going too slowly.”The forest blurred past us as we sped toward the rogues’ camp. My thoughts were a storm. Lyra had always been stubborn, there was
Damian's POVEloisa was still in the cell. I'd make sure she was thrown in with her faithful maid, Ilena. Her betrayal was one I couldn't stand. Not only had she tried to get some of the men to become loyal to only her so she could use them when she wanted, she'd also tried to go and murder Lyra. My mate and the woman carrying my unborn babies. That was something I couldn't forgive. I walked down the dark corridors and stopped by the burglaries. “I see you're at peace here. No scheming.”The words left my lips with unplanned contempt and Eloisa came to her feet. The light in the corridor was too faint to fully show her full face, but Roy sprang up, my wolf abilities coming to life. “Damian…”“Why did you do what you did?”I asked her, not giving her time for pleasantries."I don’t know," she said, her voice choked. "I was so blinded by my own anger, my own jealousy. I didn’t care about anything else. I was wrong, Damian, I know that now."I studied her for a moment longer. Eloisa