Lyria Voss was born into a legacy of betrayal. Her parents were falsely accused of treason and executed, leaving her to be sold into slavery to the ruthless Ironclaw Pack. She learned to survive by hardening her heart, vowing never to trust an Alpha—but fate bound her to Kael Raventhorn, a ruthless alpha king, feared and respected in equal measure. When kael discovers Lyria is his mate, he refuses to accept the bond, unwilling to be shackled to an Omega with a past that could threaten his reign. But destiny is relentless. As long-buried secrets resurface and an ancient bloodline emerges from the shadows, Lyria and Kael find themselves at the heart of a war that could reshape the werewolf world. With enemies lurking in the shadows, betrayals cutting deeper than fangs, and a love that defies destiny, Kael and Lyria must decide whether to fight for each other or become the very weapons that destroy everything. In a world where power is everything, can love rewrite fate?
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My breaths came in ragged gasps as I tried to keep my head above the surface of the deep, cold, and relentless river. I forgot how to catch my own breath the moment I watched my mum’s body gradually sink deeper. Desperation coursed through my entire existence as I struggled against the current. “Hold on, Mom, please!” I cried, reaching for her. After what felt like a lifetime, I was happy that I had almost gotten to her. Albeit unsettling that her head was now dangerously below the water and she wouldn't last long there, her struggling hands above it still offered me a glimmer of hope. In no time, I covered the little gap left between us, only for me to try and connect my hand with hers, and then—my fingers brushed nothing but air. To my utter bewilderment, she didn’t even drown. She just vanished. My loud scream was met with derisive laughter as I jerked back to life. To reality. I wasn’t dreaming anymore, yet water dripped down my face in a slow, steady trickle. My mat was soaked, and my saturated clothes clung to my skin. Then I looked up to see three women—three elders’ wives hovering above me. And I realized that I had just awoken from one nightmare, only for another to affront me. In a pack where I was generally treated like shit, these women were a pain in my delicate ass. It was still very early in the morning, but they seemed to be catching the fun of their lives, all laughing like the jobless women they were as one of them carried a bucket of water in her hand and another held a cup. “Finally awake, are we?” the chief elder's wife who is their leader sneered, tilting the tin cup for another pour. The second woman holding the cup scoffed. “Sleeping like a spoiled pup while work awaits. I can't even believe she's having another nightmare again.” “Of course, she would keep having nightmares,” the third woman added, crossing her arms around her bosom, grimacing. “A useless Omega like her wouldn’t be able to afford the luxury of a good sleep.” I swallowed hard, gripping the damp fabric of my dress as the third woman's mockery elicited another round of laughter from the three of them. I just stared at them in silence as their laughter danced across the storeroom, hitting the wall and bouncing back to affront me. In a bid to suppress my anger, I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Not that my anger would have any impact on them. It would only incur more punishment on me. Over the years, I had endured and gotten used to different levels of punishment. My wolf was so weak and quiescent. I had always been the one defending us, retaliating, and bearing the brunt. But I was starting to get worn out from the routine, and I was trying to avoid drama. That was the only reason why I wasn’t shouting back at them for this current maltreatment. For a moment, I thought my inhalation technique was working, and I was doing better at suppressing my anger before them—until the second woman’s bitter voice hit my ears again. “Close your eyes from now till eternity. It won’t change the fact that you’re just a weak omega.” I bit my lower lip to see if that would help me suppress my anger since the inhalation method had failed me, and then the third woman added, “A traitor's child at that.” Those words had my eyes snapping open instantly as I stared at the three of them one after the other, fuming, before I fixed my gaze back on the woman who had just spoken. “Don’t!” I only said, trying so much not to explode. For a moment, I thought that warning would be enough. But obviously, the woman knew no threshold. Her overfamiliarity with my weakness had eaten too deep into her for her to stop. “Don’t what?” she demanded with a smirk. “Your parents were nothing but traitors.” And that did it. That was the last straw that set me off. I didn’t register when I rose from the drenched mat. The next thing I knew, my hands were wrapped around her head in a chokehold. “I would take anything, but don’t you ever speak I'll of my parents.” As if in a daze, her two other companions didn’t say a word after chorusing a gasp. They were stunned into silence. At their friend’s throaty cry for help, they finally snapped out of their daze. It was then that I was pushed away from her and subdued. Before they could retaliate, the Chief Elder’s voice boomed—the husband of the one I had just attacked. “What’s going on here?” The elder's eyes narrowed at first when his wife, the affronted woman, started narrating what had happened to him. But those narrowed eyes started growing bigger and bigger with every lie and exaggeration she put in her words. The moment she lied that I slapped her and also attempted to pour water on her face, I thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets with how dilated they seemed. I didn’t even bother defending myself because he would never support me over anything or anyone, let alone over his wife. The moment he seized me and tried to drag me away for punishment, I made sure not to allow her lies to go to total waste. I wriggled out of his hold, and in one swift movement that they would have never seen coming even in a thousand years, I grabbed the bucket and emptied the remaining water onto their faces before my wrist was shackled again by the enormous hand of the elder. As I was dragged away for punishment, I couldn't help but smirk when I shoulder-checked them to see them drenched. Their look of discomfiture enraptured me, and their profanities were like music to my ears. As my penance, I spent the next hours doing more strenuous work than usual around the large compound designated for all the elders of the pack. The scent of wet earth and pine clung to the morning air as I scrubbed the wooden floor of the pack’s main hall, my knuckles raw from hours of work. The icy water in the bucket stung my fingers, but I couldn’t dare pause when the elders around were watching. They conferred about the Blood Moon Festival happening on the morrow and how they would compose themselves before the Alpha King, who would be attending for the first time in several years. Everyone spoke so high and mighty of this Alpha King, but that's none of my business, so I paid the elders no attention—until one of them suddenly paused and shouted at me. “Faster! More work awaits, you lazy thing.” Lazy. That was their favorite word for me. It didn’t matter that I worked from dawn till midnight, fetching, cleaning, cooking—whatever task they deemed beneath them. To them, I would always be nothing more than the orphaned slave girl they bought at a bargain. I stubbornly maintained my pace while I continued scrubbing the floor, a silent dare for him to do his worst, but he just ignored me and continued his discussion. I swallowed hard and forced myself upright when I was done scrubbing, my limbs aching from exhaustion. Twelve years had passed since I was dragged to the Ironclaw Pack, shackled and starving. Twelve years of servitude, of swallowing every insult, of knowing that no matter how hard I worked, to them, I would never be more than the omega whose parents were traitors. I should be numb by now. But the nightmares didn’t let me forget. They came occasionally, sometimes taking different forms, just like how it took the form of my mum drowning today. But all my nightmares often repeated the same themes: My mother’s voice, whispering my name. The metallic scent of blood. My father’s roar of agony before silence swallowed him whole. I hated Alphas with passion, to say nothing of the Alpha King, who was the Alpha of this pack and also the King of all werewolves. He was an unknown enemy. And I liked that, all these years, I’d never had a reason to cross paths with him. I wanted nothing more than for it to continue that way. “Hey!” I suddenly heard a voice boom from one of the elders behind me as I carried on with my task nonchalantly. But I focused on what I was doing even more, refusing to spare them a glance—until the elder unknowingly corrected himself. “Lyria, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?” he thundered. Only then did I twirl slightly toward his direction, making an effort to hide the smirk playing at the corner of my lips. But it turned out my smirk was a snitch. “What is so amusing?” he asked. “Anyways, listen, and listen well. You’re cleaning the feet of the Alpha King tomorrow to welcome him to his seat.” My smirk vanished immediately. And his came alive.Kael's POV The clash of claws between Hood and Garrick echoed through the darkened field like the clash of thunder against the sky. The fury between them was relentless, but Hood—despite his fury—was beginning to falter now. Garrick landed blow after blow, each strike more savage than the last. Blood matted their fur, and yet they didn't stop. Hood's cries were pained, but his determination burned on like a fire refusing to be extinguished.But while their battle raged on in a brutal dance of fury and blood, my attention—like the earth itself—gravitated toward Lyria and Soren.Lyria’s voice cut through the air like a sword drawn from its sheath. "You lie, Soren!” she snapped at him, her voice layered with a power older than time. “I am the rightful Queen to that throne!" And I will never let you have it!"The air seemed to shiver in response.Soren’s expression twisted into something demonic, as though her words clawed into the very rot at his core. His eyes darkened with rage, and
Kael's POVThe moment Lyria spoke, her voice was not the same gentle one I had grown accustomed to. It wasn’t even hers anymore—not entirely. It thundered, laced with something ancient and commanding, something that sent tremors into the marrow of my bones."I am Lyria Voss, daughter of the lost bloodline, heir to the throne of the Nightborne Clan. And today—I reclaim what was stolen."The ground itself pulsed beneath us, as though the earth recognized the name and the bloodline that had spoken it. The air thickened, and every heartbeat felt like a drum pounding in my ears. I felt the world shift, not in metaphor, but in truth.Above us, the sky darkened into a heavy twilight. The moon, once silver and soft, flared crimson. Blood-red—something that had never happened before. And everything stilled.My breath caught. It wasn’t fear that clenched my heart—no, it was something deeper, older. It was recognition.Lyria wasn't just my mate.She wasn't just the omega I once believed I had t
Lyria's POV Ivy lay on the ground, writhing in pain as blood pooled beneath her. Her face was pale, and her breaths came in shallow rasps. My hand shot to my mouth as the horror of what had just happened weighed down on me like stone. Hood's roar of anguish cracked through the air as he charged at Garrick like a storm, but before he could reach him, Soren stepped forward with startling speed and strength."No!" I gasped.Soren’s arm lashed out, catching Hood by the shoulder and spinning him around before slamming him to the ground with terrifying force. He pinned him there with one knee against his spine, his fingers curled tight around Hood’s arm. His grip was like a vice."See where your loyalty to the wrong person has ended you," Soren told him with a devilish smirk, his voice slow and mocking.Hood growled beneath him, his body straining against the hold, his eyes still burning with the fire of vengeance. But Soren was stronger—a brutal kind of strong that didn't just crush bone
Lyria's POV Ivy lay on the ground, writhing in pain as blood pooled beneath her. Her face was pale, and her breaths came in shallow rasps. My hand shot to my mouth as the horror of what had just happened weighed down on me like stone. Hood's roar of anguish cracked through the air as he charged at Garrick like a storm, but before he could reach him, Soren stepped forward with startling speed and strength."No!" I gasped.Soren’s arm lashed out, catching Hood by the shoulder and spinning him around before slamming him to the ground with terrifying force. He pinned him there with one knee against his spine, his fingers curled tight around Hood’s arm. His grip was like a vice."See where your loyalty to the wrong person has ended you," Soren told him with a devilish smirk, his voice slow and mocking.Hood growled beneath him, his body straining against the hold, his eyes still burning with the fire of vengeance. But Soren was stronger—a brutal kind of strong that didn't just crush bone
Lyria's POV I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The moment Garrick pressed his claws harder against Ivy’s throat, a low, guttural cry tore through her lips. My heart felt like it cracked, splitting in two as her voice echoed in the bloodstained field. Her eyes—wide and glistening with panic—locked onto Hood, pleading. Not just for her life, but for their unborn child.I would have blamed Ivy for not staying indoors with Mira. For coming out to endanger her life and the one growing inside her. But then, I know what a mate bond is capable of. I know just how much one won't be at peace until you are with your mate and you're sure your mate is okay."Finish what I started, Hood!" Garrick shouted, his voice soaked in venom. "Kill the king. Kill his mate. Or I’ll slice her throat right now."My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Kael was still bleeding, resting against the rubble behind me, his breaths shallow, but his eyes burning with fury. Garr
Kael's POV My breath caught in my throat as I stared down the tip of Garrick’s arrow. The tension in his bowstring mirrored the taut pull of betrayal in my chest. This wasn’t just war anymore—this was personal. This was Garrick who I had known for years and I had taken as a brother alongside Hood. And he was about to kill me.For a moment, I wondered if he could do it, but then I slapped myself mentally for my scepticism. Garrick was the man who just stabbed me now and the resolve in his eyes didn't show that he was going to back down.The cold bite of the arrowhead aimed directly at my heart was nothing compared to the ice crawling through my veins. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. My limbs refused to obey me. The moment suspended itself in time, reality slowing to a crawl as the horrifying truth struck me harder than any weapon ever could.Garrick had chosen this path and he was intentional about it.Lyria’s voice cracked through the thick silence beside me, trembling with disb
Kael's POVI barely noticed the chaos around me anymore. Despite how I suffered bites and cuts from the enemy wolves who did not fail to leverage my distraction as I tried to fight my way out, my gaze remained fixed on Lyria and my concern for her burgeoned with every passing moment. I had noticed how she had changed earlier and she gained the upper hand in the battle with Soren. But her moment of winning was only short lived. And each of the time I watched Soren cut her, bite her and even hurl her, my heart clenched so tight. Now, every movement she made was full of fire and desperation, but she was holding her own. Against all odds, she was still standing.But for how long?I saw Soren moving toward her, his grin wide, wicked. That bastard had almost knocked her out tonight, and I could feel my rage spike just thinking about it. I needed to get to her now.Nothing else mattered, other than getting to her.I didn’t feel the pain from the wound on my arm. Didn’t care that I was limp
Lyria's POVThe sharp, burning sting of silver against my throat pulled a small whimper from my lips, though I bit down the sound with all the strength I could muster. My body trembled beneath Soren’s weight, his frame towering over me like a demon risen straight from hell. The blade glinted in the moonlight, cruel and cold, promising death with the slightest push.I heard Kael’s voice, raw and desperate, slicing through the noise of battle. He was calling my name. Roaring it, as if the force of it could carry him to me. My eyes scanned the battlefield wildly from my prone position. I saw him, far off, his dark form surrounded by a horde of enemy wolves. They clashed against him like a tide crashing over a cliff, but he tore through them with a monstrous rage. His claws, drenched in blood, his fangs bared, his eyes glowing with a fury that terrified and thrilled me. Yet for all his power, he was too far.I shifted my gaze, hoping for another miracle. Garrick. He was closer. My hear
Kael's POVI didn't even get the chance to admire how beautiful Lyria's wolf form turned out—sleek silver fur rippling like moonlight on water, eyes burning like wildfire, fangs bared in raw fury. It was the first time I'd seen her shift, and if we weren't neck-deep in chaos, I might have been awestruck. But the weight of Soren's revelation still rang like iron in my head: he was the one who framed Lyria's parents, causing their death indirectly. And now, with a smirk like death itself, he stood there as though he hadn't just shattered a life.While it took me precious seconds to snap out of my shock, Lyria had already reacted. She shot forward with a furious growl, her claws tearing into the ground as she launched herself at Soren like a comet. Her momentum slammed into him with brutal precision, her claws ripping across his face, drawing blood.Soren staggered backward, and for a breath, I thought she'd managed to shake him. But his snarl twisted into a grin, dark magic sparking a
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