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2024-10-29 19:42:56LYRA
My mouth is wide open gaping at James, but I cannot bring myself to close it. The revelation that he too is connected to a witch heritage is unbelievable. Why would the Moon Goddess bring us together like this? Why would she give me a daughter knowing that nothing but pain will come from her birth?
Shaking myself back to reality, “Andrew, I really need those books.” Andrew is looking everywhere but in my direction and a flood of guilt fills my brain through the bond. “What did you do?” I demand to know.
“It was not me,” he starts. I am crossing my arms over my chest I raise an eyebrow in his direction, already feeling the fury of anger building in my system. “Alpha Darin had any information about witches banned from the pack.”
Alpha Darin, why does that name sound so familiar? Then it feels like my chest is restricted and I cannot breathe. “Alv
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ANDREW The smell of fried bacon is wafting through the house. Lyra is following her nose like she is looking for her mate. James and I exchange an amused look knowing exactly what is happening. Lyra may not be willing to eat meat, but it seems like the baby is craving it. Bolting down the stairs, Lyra heads straight for the kitchen, and presses herself up against Abigale to see what she is cooking. Lyra rests her head on Abigale’s shoulder and breathe in deeply, letting out a moan at the smell of the bacon frying on the pan. Poor Abigale, she is amused but clearly uncomfortable with the close proximity with her Luna. A frustrated growl leaves Lyra’s chest when she realizes that she was drawn to the smell of meat. She quickly backs away from Abigale and begins to mutter something about being a vegetarian. I start to chuckle, and James cannot help but join in. From the moment we found out that Lyra was a vegetarian we both thought it was absurd. Wolves are carnivores
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 63
ANDREWJames and I take turns sitting with Lyra on the front porch in silence. She reluctantly let the pack doctor look her over, but she refused to move from the swing. The air is getting cooler as the sun sets in the sky, but Lyra does not seem to be cold. In fact, she does not seem to be anything. It is like her body is on the swing, but her mind is miles away. Every now and then I reach through the bond to try and catch a glimpse of her emotions or thoughts. But every time I do, massive walls build around her mind, and she glares at me from the swing. The turn of the doorknob behind me clicks and the smell of coffee hits my nose. I look up to see James trying to juggle three mugs of coffee. Hopping to my feel I take one of the mugs from him and pass it to Lyra. She takes it without a word, holding it between her hands, and taking small sips. Taking my mug from James we settle ourselves against the wall of the porch. “Has she said anything else?&rdquo
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 64
LYRAFeeling like I have been asleep forever, the urge to pee stirs me awake. Rolling over, I groan, cursing my pregnant bladder, but the new position only makes the urge to go worse. Giving into the need, I stretch my arms open wide, and my arms hit nothing but empty sheets. Sitting up in a panic I notice that both of my mates are gone. We always get up together, it is what we do every morning. Fumbling with my phone, I light up the screen, and it is almost 10:00 AM. Crap! Why did they let me sleep so late?Jumping too my feet I notice that my stomach feels overly heavy. Rushing to the bathroom to relieve myself, as I sit on the toilet it feels like my stomach is larger than it was yesterday. I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind, there is no way that I am already showing. Even by werewolf standards that would be obscene. I look longingly at the shower knowing that I do not have time for one because I slept too late. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shor
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LYRAChase shoves the books that are in his arms into James’s hands and pushes his way into the house. I have never seen him this way before he looks crazed. His nose is in the air, and he is sniffing his way around the house. “Uhhh,” I poke him in the shoulder trying to get his attention. “Are you okay?”“It smells so good in here,” he says as he pulls me in for a quick hug, but his nose never leaves the air. I cannot help but grin, I know exactly what is happening and it is comical that he has no clue. “What do you smell?” I ask him not trying to hide the amusement on my face. “Vanilla,” he whispers. “Like cupcakes with icing. Is someone making cupcakes?”“Not that I am aware of,” James winks at me, he obviously knows what is going on as well. Suddenly Annie, appears at the top of the stairs. She is wearing the pink sundress I gave to her.
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LYRA Lugging all of the books into the library, I drop them on the table with a thud. Chase brought me so much more than what I had asked for. While we were growing up, I avoided him like the plague. He was immature, had no respect for rules, and would bully me quite often. Now that I look back on my life at the Silver Wolf pack it is clear that my father pitted us against each other. My father knew that if he let us get close his evil plan would never come to light. “Jokes on him,” River chuckles in my head. “He died at Chase’s hands anyway.” Emotions flood my mind that I am not expecting. My father was an evil person and a terrible father. But he always treated me like a princess, up until Andrew showed up at the pack. I know that I should hate him, but I cannot ignore the pain in my heart whenever I think about him. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind, I know I need to focus on the books in front of me. “Want some help?” I look up and see Ab
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ANDREWAs soon as the sun rises the next morning, I yank the covers off of Lyra and James. James lets out a threatening growl and pulls Lyra in closer for warmth. Popping her head over James’s arm, Lyra sticks her tongue out at me snuggles closer into James. Grabbing Lyra by the ankles I drag her to the end of the bed, and she squeals as her tank top rides up her fast-growing belly. Jerking awake at the sound of Lyra’s squeal James bolts upright, rubbing his eyes in confusion.“Come on you two,” I bark at the two of them. “Road trip.”“Where to?” James yawns falling back on the bed. “It is a surprise,” I mumble. “Pass,” he yells as he places his head under his pillow.Lyra is sitting on the edge of the bed with her belly poking out of her tank top. After I brought her to bed last night I laid awake for hours trying to decide what is best for my mates. The last time tha
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JAMES As soon as she lowers her hood and the perfect blonde curls flow down her back, I did not need her to get any closer to know who she is. My body tenses as her blue eyes pierce into mine. I try to remind myself that I am not a little boy anymore, but that does not help the painful memories that flow through my brain. Instinct makes me pull Lyra in closer and tighten my grip around her. “Hello James,” she sings through the night. The inflection in her voice feels like she is taunting me like she did when I was a child. Suppressing the growl that is threatening to burst through my chest, I just nod in her direction. “Lilith,” her name rolls off my tongue leaving a sour taste in my mouth. “Oh come now,” Lilith says as she approaches me. “Is that anyway to greet your mother?” A menacing growl erupts from my chest, as I push Lyra behind me. The urge to protect Lyra against my m
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JAMES“I think it is okay,” Lyra says as she shuffles gently on her feet. But I know this place, this place is anything but ‘okay.’ Grace opens the door to the tearoom; the smell of incense and cookies wafts out of the room. This is the most inviting that this place has ever smelled. Growing up this place always smelled of rotting plants and wet animals. I wanted to follow Lyra into that room, but it was all too comforting. Something is off about this whole situation that Andrew put us in the middle of. Andrew and Lyra may trust Grace, but Grace trusts Lilith, and I know that Lilith only looks out for herself. So that can only mean that Grace cannot be trusted either. Reaching out I grab Lyra by the hand and pull her back to me. “Do not go in there,” I whisper to her.“I have been there several times before with no issue,” Lyra cradles her stomach as she whispers back to me. “This is differen
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Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.
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LYRASixteen Years Later I watch as my daughter stares out of the window. The thick layer of snow that coats the ground reminds me of the night she was born. There was so much snow that even Andrew’s Jeep could not make it through the snow. I laugh a little at the irony of it all. Here I am largely pregnant, with swollen ankles, and my feet propped up on a pillow. It is the exact thing that I refused to do a little more than sixteen years ago. The look on my daughter’s face is one of worry and regret. I pat the couch beckoning her to come and sit with me. Leaning in I whisper quietly so no one care hear me. “She’s awake. Isn’t she?” I ask referring to her wolf. My question causes anxiety to ripple off her in waves. Hiding her face in her hands she tries to control her breathing. We already know she is a Silver Wolf. We have prepared for this day since she was old enough to understand. I have known that her wolf had awoken weeks ago, I can feel my power waning when
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LYRA The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the pack house. Abigale and I have been baking all day preparing for Chase and Annie to visit for an early Christmas celebration. My overly round belly is covered in flour because it keeps getting in the way. Every time I turn around I am knocking something over with my baby bump. Abigale has given up trying to clean up after me. I have been on my feet all day and my ankles are killing me. Looking down I can see that they are twice their normal size. My stomach is cramping, and it is becoming difficult to breathe. Abigale has tried to get me to sit down several times, but I really want to help. It is my first Christmas celebration with my mates and my brother, I want to do as much of the work as I possibly can. Bracing my hands against my back, I lean backwards trying to stretch my tight belly, but nothing seems to alleviate the pressure. Deciding t
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LYRAThe cold gel hits my abdomen, and it makes me jump a little. Andrew and James are beside me grinning from ear to ear. They look like little kids on Christmas morning. I try to hide the waves of anxiety following through my body. Deep down I know everything is fine. I have seen her in my visions, I know that she is okay. But that does not stop me from worrying. So many terrible things have happened since I got pregnant, what if the visions have since changed. There is a tiny voice in my mind that is making me doubt if my visions are correct or not.I keep my eyes closed tight while the doctor rolls the ultrasound wand along my stomach. Then I hear it. The whooshing sound of a heartbeat fills the room. Andrew and James squeeze my hand tightly. Placing my free hand over my eyes I let out a sigh of relief, but I still cannot bring myself to look at the screen. I feel Andrew’s lips against my
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LYRAAbigale sits beside me and fidgets nervously in her seat. “Your brother is okay with it,” she says frantically. Laying my hand on top of hers I guess her a little squeeze. “Whatever it is, I am sure we will be fine with it too.”Taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment, Abigale breathes out slowly. “Annie and I are not actual sisters,” she begins. “she is my stepsister.”“Of course,” I smile brightly. “If she were a werewolf her hearing would have repaired itself.” Abigale watches me carefully as I piece together her family tree. “You said that your stepmother wanted to teach you both about all of the magical creatures that live in this world?”“Supernatural beings,” Abigale corrects. “Yes.”“They are witches!&rd
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LYRAThis may sound crazy, but I simply could not wait for Grace to meet Prissy. I just knew that their had to be another person on the planet that Prissy did not want to murder, and I knew that Grace was that person. Linking my arm in hers I carefully guided her up the stairs to the pack house. Long gone is the youthful woman that trained me in the cabin. As soon as Lilith’s magic faded so did Grace’s youth, but I seemed to be the only one that noticed. Her once bright blue eyes are now a little duller than before and her beautiful black hair is now streaked with stripes of gray. When she smiles I can still see the vibrant, headstrong woman from the cabin, but I can tell that Lilith’s death has taken a toll on her.“The boys let me have a cat,” I explain excitedly. “Her name is Prissy, and she is absolutely perfect.”Grace pats my hand as we walk through the front door together.
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ANDREW “I’m driving,” Lyra says as she grabs the keys to my Jeep from my hands. “Uh,” bile rises in my throat at the thought of anyone driving my Jeep but me. “Do you even have a license?” Lyra hops into the driver’s side and puts the key into the ignition and giving it a turn. “I mean not on me this moment. But I have one legally… I think,” she slides that last part in quietly thinking that I do not hear her over her revving the engine. “Nope,” I draw out the word before popping the ‘p’ with my lips. “You aren’t driving.” Reaching in I try to pull her from the seat, but she is ignoring me, fiddling with the dials on the dash and adjusting her mirrors. “When was the last time you ate?” She questions with an eyebrow raised and I can only glare in her direction because I know that she is technically right. I am in no shape to drive. “Exactly,” she chi
